In the twelfth lunar month, heavy snow had fallen in the capital for two consecutive days, covering the ground for more than half a foot. It was very inconvenient for passers-by to travel, and the wheels of carriages were frequently jammed. But the streets are still lively, because now is the time to buy new year's goods, and the streets and alleys are full of shouting and selling.
It has been less than a month since Yan Sikong moved into the new house, today is the second time he hosted a banquet, different from the last time, this time he hosted friends who were similar to his age, that is, Zhou Mixing, Liang Xing, who usually hang out with him. follow others.
In the past, his salary was meager, not comparable to Zhou Mixing's grandeur, and he mostly spent time eating, drinking, and whoring, but now that he has come out on top, and lived in a mansion bestowed by the emperor, he should invite these friends together alone.
Now that he has an extraordinary status, he is no longer the poor Jinshi who followed Liang's body. He sent out an invitation, and these young men and celebrities naturally readily agreed, and they were all happy to fulfill his wish to show off.
I don't want the weather to be beautiful, it just happened to be snowing heavily, and the concierge of Yan's Mansion was improperly separated, causing more than a dozen carriages to jam in front of the gate, and many carriages' wheels were stuck in the slush, unable to move for a while, almost covering the entire street. All blocked.
If someone drives by, even though they complain, they all take a detour.
In the mansion, Yan Sikong and Zhou Mixing and others are grilling charcoal fire, drinking fine wine, talking and laughing happily. Yan Sikong was the host, and invited a group of girls from Tinglange, Yeli was Zhou Mixing's old friend, but she was on top of his invitation, and she was sitting next to Zhou Mixing, smiling Yan, the beautiful appearance in full bloom makes the cold winter day much more colorful.
After drinking for three rounds, I don't know who suggested it, but they actually compared erotic poems.
This erotic poem is very particular. It needs to be flattering but not lewd, and not erotic, but also to make people daydream. To make a good erotic poem, one needs a solid foundation and elegant taste.
At first, this group of people was still chanting, but a group of drunk men, beautiful prostitutes in their arms, and this is a very safe private house, one by one, they became more and more presumptuous, and the poems became more and more obscene. Unbearable.
Yan Sikong's face was flushed at this time, while talking and laughing, he came and went with these friends who were drunk and flirted with the beauties with poems.
Just as he was in high spirits, a servant from the mansion rushed in, looking a little flustered, he called "Young Master", but seeing a room full of guests, he seemed unable to speak, and looked anxiously at Yan Sikong.
Yan Sikong hooked his fingers towards him, then smiled and motioned everyone to continue drinking.
The servant ran to Yan Sikong's side, leaned over and whispered something in his ear.
Yan Sikong frowned: "The door hasn't been cleared yet? What are you all doing?"
"The snow has melted, it has melted, the ground is in a mess, the little ones have already done half of the dredging, but..." The expression on the servant's face was obviously a little scared.
"Be quick, and quickly set up the carriages of the adults." Yan Sikong waved his hands impatiently, "If anyone comes, let them detour."
"That car refused to go around, and its attitude was very domineering..."
Liang Sui on the side heard: "What's going on? What's wrong with the carriage? Who is overbearing?"
"It's nothing." Yan Sikong pretended to be angry and said to the man, "What a waste, such a trivial matter will disturb the elegance of the adults."
"But son, that car seems to belong to Prince Jingyuan's son..."
Yan Sikong shook his hand just as he raised the glass, half of the wine was spilled.
The servant hurriedly wiped the water stains on his body with his sleeve.
Yan Sikong stared: "Who are you talking about?"
"Prince Jingyuan's son..."
The servant's voice was not loud, but the people around Yan Sikong also heard it, they all pricked up their ears, and looked towards them with questioning eyes.
Yan Sikong touched his face, his expression changed, he stood up, smiled dryly and cupped his hands: "Everyone, keep drinking, little brother will come as soon as he goes."
Hastily came to the outside of the mansion, and heard a roar from a long distance: "Get out of here!"
The gate of Yan's Mansion was wide open, and several carriages were parked in a haphazard manner in front of the gate. A group of servants in the mansion were pushing the carriages with all their strength, trying to make way for a road, but it was still difficult to clear it for a while.
Ali was wearing a brand-new fur jacket, and he stood in front of a carriage like a door god, refusing to give way, his ugly face looked rather sinister.
The driver of the carriage slammed his whip into the snow, and said sharply: "Bold servant, you dare to block the carriage of the prince, get out of the way, are you deaf!"
Ali gestured behind him twice abruptly, and then circled his hands in the air, meaning to let them detour.
"It's a joke, how can the prince's carriage make a detour for you!" The coachman got angry, raised his whip and swung it towards Ali.
"Ali—" Yan Sikong was shocked, and it was too late to stop him.
Ali's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, so he grabbed the whip, quickly wrapped it around his thick arm twice, and pulled it hard again. The driver was pulled up by Ali like a kite, thrown into the air, and then hit hard. fell into the snow.
The coachman lay on the ground and wailed loudly.
The carriage that had been silent all this time was kicked open, Feng Ye walked out with a face full of coldness, he stood condescendingly on the carriage and looked down at the crowd, his eyes were cold.
Yan Sikong hurriedly cupped his hands: "Your Majesty, I don't know that your Majesty is coming, so I feel lost to greet you."
Feng Ye said coldly: "Yan Sikong, how dare you block my car?"
"I don't dare to dare, it's really snowing, and the reason is muddy. I have a banquet with my friends today, which makes the carriages at the gate congested..." Yan Sikong said anxiously, "I have tried my best to urge my servants to clear it, but I don't want to stop the prince. Dao, please forgive me, son."
"This is not my way, but His Majesty's way. In the whole world, is it the king's land? This grass and tree belongs to His Majesty. Whoever gave you the guts, even dare to occupy His Majesty's way, and others have to detour Row!"
"I don't dare, I know the crime." Yan Sikong bent over in fear.
There are more and more people gathered around, even in this deadly cold weather, there is no shortage of people watching.
"And you evil servant!" Feng Ye glared at Ali viciously, "Don't say anything, how dare you hurt my coachman."
Ali still stood dumbfounded, with no fear on his face, he just looked at Yan Sikong questioningly.
Yan Sikong said in a trembling voice: "The lower officials are not strict in discipline, please forgive me for his mental insufficiency."
Feng Ye let out a cold snort, suddenly pointing his toes, his tall figure soared into the air, and swooped towards Ali like a bird spreading its wings. Before everyone could even blink, they saw Feng Ye kicked Ali's chest, The nearly seven-foot majestic body flew out.
"Ali!" Yan Sikong hurried to Ali.
Ali twitched all over his body and vomited blood, soaking the snow under his body, looking shocking.
"Ali!" Yan Sikong helped Ali up, with an anxious expression on his face, "Ali, are you alright?"
Blood gushed out of Ali's mouth continuously, and he moaned hoarsely, but couldn't speak.
Yan Sikong turned his head to look at Feng Ye, with resentment in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty is superior, why bother with a servant, aren't you afraid of losing your status?"
Feng Ye sneered and said: "I see that you have a deep relationship with this monster's master and servant. I thought you would not punish him, so I will teach the servants a lesson for you. You should thank me."
Yan Sikong bluffed at the other servants, asking them to carry Ali away. Then he stood up and clenched his fists: "The people in the house offended the prince. I was the one who couldn't discipline him. I should take it on his behalf. If the prince didn't vent his anger, why not attack me!"
"Oh, what's going on!"
Zhou Mixing shouted and ran out, followed by many guests from today's banquet.
There was already a mess in front of the door, Yan Sikong and Feng Ye were confronting each other in the snow, clearly looking like their swords were on the verge of breaking out, anyone with a discerning eye could guess what was going on.
Zhou Mixing hurriedly smoothed things over: "My lord, it's so cold, why do you have to freeze in the snow, why don't you go to the mansion and ask Sikong to give you three glasses of wine..."
Feng Ye raised his eyes to look at this wealthy mansion, "tsk tsk" twice, and smiled contemptuously, "It's a good deal for Yan's son-in-law to be a door-to-door son-in-law."
Yan Sikong's face was extremely ugly.
Zhou Mixing and Liang Sui looked at each other in embarrassment.
"You don't need to enter the mansion, there's no reason to come here uninvited." Feng Ye said arrogantly, "I passed by here today on my way back to the mansion, and there was no problem between the two. Officially, you dare to tell me to take a detour, and even hurt my coachman... Prince Yan, don't say that you and I have gone to the battlefield together, just say that we are going to get married soon, you shouldn't be so presumptuous to me, I want one Tell me, isn’t it bullying?”
Yan Sikong said coldly: "I am willing to accept this on behalf of my servant."
Feng Ye hooked his lips into a smile, picked up his coachman from the snow, and put it into the carriage: "Your dog slave hurt my coachman, I'm in a hurry to go home now, why don't Prince Yan give me a ride?"
Everyone didn't dare to breathe too loudly, but they all felt that Feng Ye was deceiving others too much, and asked Yan Sikong, a dignified head of the official department and future son-in-law, to drive for him
If he knew Feng Ye was arrogant and unruly, who would have offended him, who would be so persistent.
Yan Sikong pursed his lips, endured the humiliation, and said in a deep voice: "I obey orders."
Feng Ye laughed out loud, and sat back in the car.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Sikong went over to lead the horse, and the servants of Yan's mansion hurriedly cleared a path that could pass, but it was very narrow, he couldn't get in the cart for the time being, and had to lead the horse through himself, so he kicked Stepping into the thick snow, he drove the carriage with difficulty through the congested road in front of the house.
The servants rushed to catch up and put a leather cloak on Yan Sikong, who was thinly dressed, but Yan Sikong threw it on the ground viciously. He climbed into the carriage, waved his whip, shouted "drive", and drove the carriage to Jingjing. Far away from the palace...
Everyone watched the carriage go away, talking a lot, and Ye Li, who was standing by the side, was even more thoughtful...