A major event happened in the Zhuhua Kingdom recently—Hua Wuyan, the owner of the Huaqi Building, sent a fate note to the general Feng Jiuli of the Chongluo Kingdom asking to see him.
This predestined post is a unique post for prostitutes and actors in the world. Only the oiran can post it on the first floor, and Hua Wuyan has posted one predestined post since the day she won the title of the number one beauty in Zhuhua Kingdom. She is a genius doctor. Yun Mengchen got it, and after the genius doctor Yun Mengchen had to stick into the building, he never came out again.
Although Hua Wuyan is now a bustard, he is still the most beautiful person in Huaqilou, so he can still post fate.
Now he actually posted another post, granting the title of Jiuli to the Chongluo Kingdom. Even though he had released the words "Golden Basin Washing His Hands" and no longer accepting the guest of the screen, everyone still jokingly speculated whether the general would be like that. Like the genius doctor Yun Mengchen, once he enters Huaqi Tower, he never wants to come out, and has been trapped in Hua Wuyan's gorgeous peony tattoo ever since.
Feng Jiuli was only a little surprised when he received the fate post, but when he received the letter from his third senior brother Yun Mengchen, his surprise turned into intense interest.
He weighed the letters on both sides of the post, Hua Wuyan's Yuantie was well-behaved, the words were elegant and sincere, without a hint of obscenity from a prostitute; while the letter sent by Yun Mengchen and Yuantie was more sincere For fear that he would not accept Hua Wuyan's predestined relationship, he invited him to the Huaqi Tower with an almost pleading tone.
Feng Jiuli couldn't help but sneered when he saw it. He just avoided on the boat because he thought that his third senior brother and him were a couple, and he could not be sure that Hua Wuyan retired because of his third senior brother, but now it seems that this is not the case. .
It's hard for people in the world to find the night of the number one flower in the Zhuhua Kingdom, even if they spend all their money, they still want to see him. Since they are not a couple, since he has a fate bond now, why don't they see him
Put the fate stickers and letters in the wooden box and put them away. Feng Jiuli straightened his clothes and got up and was about to leave when he saw a servant entering from outside the door. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "General, the fourth lady of the Jun family is asking to see you."
Feng Jiuli frowned when he heard the word Jun's family, and his face darkened after hearing the servant's words, he waved his hands and said, "No, let her go back and forth from wherever."
"Ah?" The servant looked up blankly, only to see the figure of his general disappearing at the gate quickly.
When Feng Jiuli walked to the door of the Peony Pavilion where Hua Wuyan usually saw guests, he happened to meet his third senior brother coming out of it, so he greeted him: "Third senior brother."
Yun Mengchen's soul doesn't seem to be on his body, his expression is dull, his eyes only focus when he hears his voice, but half of the eyes looking at him are avoidance, and the other half are actually... jealousy.
He returned the gift and said lightly: "Junior brother is here, so fast..."
Seeing his indifference, Feng Jiuli raised his eyebrows and nodded as a response, and didn't say anything more. But the moment he rubbed shoulders with Yun Mengchen, he suddenly heard him shout: "Junior Brother!"
Feng Jiuli turned to look at Yun Mengchen: "Brother?"
"Jinzhi, he..." Yun Mengchen opened and closed his lips several times, and finally lowered his head and said, "He is not in good health..."
"Senior brother—" Feng Jiuli stopped and turned around. He was just meeting Hua Wuyan, and he didn't intend to do anything. Seeing his third senior brother like this, I'm afraid he has deep-rooted love for Hua Wuyan, right? If the master knew that the third senior brother fell in love with such a person, he wouldn't know how angry he would be.
Yun Mengchen raised his hand to stop his words, and said shyly: "Forget it, go in quickly, don't make him wait too long." After saying this, he turned around and left without looking at Feng Jiuli, It's just that his pace has lost its usual stability, and he looks a little embarrassed.
Seeing this, Feng Jiuli raised his eyebrows again, and waited for Yun Mengchen's figure to disappear completely around the corner, before he raised his hand and pushed open the pear blossom wooden door that still had a woody fragrance.
As soon as the door was opened, a light scent of bamboo came in. This peony pavilion for hospitality is not like other dusty places. No matter how bright the red candles are lit, no matter how much orchid fragrance is scented, there is a kind of lingering fragrance. The obscene atmosphere is not gone, but the layout is elegant and bright, without a trace of dust and vulgarity. It is no different from the Accord when the literati and refined scholars brewed tea and played chess. Maybe it is because the pots of Wei Zi on the edge of the terrace have not yet bloomed. Bar.
Feng Jiuli withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at the young man kneeling in front of the low table.
And the man lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, still wearing the purple shirt he wore when the boat met that day, kneeling and sitting on the other side of the pear blossom low wooden table, and when he saw him coming in, he raised his head suddenly, with a pair of passionate eyes Looking at her peach blossom eyes with affection, it is as lingering as the infatuation of someone who has been looking forward to returning for a long time.
It's just that the prostitutes and actors in this building have more guests than the river, how can there be any real infatuation
Feng Jiuli's expression was calm, the smile on the corner of his lips remained unchanged, he opened his clothes and sat in front of Hua Wuyan.
Seeing him sitting down, the young man exhaled lightly, and his body no longer tensed up.
"This Peony Pavilion is more elegant than other places." Feng Jiuli hooked the corners of his lips, took the cup from the table, poured out the fragrant tea and drank it like water, "but Feng is a rough person, no Young Master Yan doesn’t have to be like this.”
Su Jinzhi smiled lightly, bowed halfway to Feng Jiuli and said, "The shabby house and the ruined pavilion should not be praised by the general."
Feng Jiuli has fought and galloped on the battlefield for ten years, and the most annoying thing is the pretentious elegance of these people in the capital, so he couldn't help but sneered when he heard Su Jinzhi's words, and looked straight at Su Jinzhi, without hiding the lightness in his eyes He said slowly: "Why can't you afford it? It's not a grand palace, Mr. Wuyan is humble."
Hearing his words, the young man trembled all over, raised his head in disbelief, met the man's awe-inspiring and indifferent eyes, and then lowered them in panic.
Seeing him like this, Feng Jiuli felt even more depressed, wondering if he had spoken too seriously, and couldn't bear to bow his head to apologize.
Su Jinzhi raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed twice, then raised his eyes to meet Feng Jiuli's gaze from above, allowing him to see his face clearly, and said with a smile: "What the general said is, Wuyan was wrong."
Su Jinzhi gave himself 100 points for this wave of pressure.
Facing his extremely thick and beautiful face, Feng Jiuli felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if he had met him countless times, and he had never felt this kind of emotion in the past few years. But even counting this time, they only met twice.
He frowned slightly, and looked away from the eyes that never flinched from the enemy's thousands of troops, looked at the beautiful peach blossoms outside the window and said casually: "Young master, what's wrong, could it be that you invited Feng to come here? Just to hear you admit your mistake?"
"Of course not." Su Jinzhi also lowered his eyes, he moved his body, walked around the low table with his knees to the ground and knelt in front of Feng Jiuli, as if he wanted to rub into his arms.
Watching his movements, Feng Jiuli frowned even tighter. As soon as the young man approached, it seemed that the fragrance of peonies coming from his flesh also approached. Feng Jiuli leaned back slightly, trying to avoid the young man's approach. body.
But as soon as he moved, the young man suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his palm tightly, and then looked up at him.
Feng Jiuli was about to break free, but he stopped when he saw the young man's red eyes.
He was far away on the painting boat before, so he couldn't see very clearly. Now that he got closer, he realized that the pupils of the young man's eyes were light brown, like the precious amber he had played with in his palms, reflecting the spring scenery. The warm light was soaked by his tears, making it look particularly clean and clear. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears in his eyes brushed past the vermilion crying mole under his eyes and hit the back of his hand.
Being scalded by his tears, Feng Jiuli subconsciously pulled his hand away, but was held tightly by the young man.
The young man held his palms with two slightly cool hands, and pressed them to his soft cheeks, guiding him to use his fingers to carefully trace his dark eyebrows, red eyes, and concubine-colored lips inch by inch—
"Wuyan invited the general here today, just to ask the general...do you still remember this face?"
With tears in his eyes, the young man gently rubbed his palm, "Do you still remember..."
But I still remember Changle who has been waiting for you for ten years, Jinzhi.
Feng Jiuli touched his warm tears, stared at his delicate face for a moment and then came back to his senses. Some rough palms caressed the young man's smooth and tender cheeks, then raised his chin, and smiled with the corners of his lips: "Feng doesn't know where I've seen Young Master before, but..." the man paused, and when he spoke again, he unconsciously sneered, "Young Master was born so well, if Feng has seen him before, he won't forget it. .”
After speaking, he withdrew his hand, took the white handkerchief on the table and wiped the tears on the back of his hand, and finally couldn't help asking: "Do you always treat everyone like this, young master?"
Sure enough, she is an actress and prostitute. I'm afraid she is so promiscuous to everyone, soft and boneless, right
The young man sat there blankly, watching the man act as if he was wiping some filth, his lips twitched a few times, and said softly: "Jinzhi..."
Feng Jiuli didn't hear his words clearly, and asked again: "What?"
"Jinzhi..." The young man lowered his head, his thin shoulders drooped, and his voice was inaudible: "My word, Jinzhi."
Brocade of Brocade.
The king should be Changle, like silk and satin, beautiful and brocade.
This is the word Jun Changle's father named him.
"The general can call me Jinzhi..."
"Jinzhi?" Feng Jiuli raised his voice, repeated the name, and suddenly smiled, "Is it the word brocade for brocade?"
"Do you still remember, the general?" The young man thought he remembered him, and raised his head suddenly, with a glint in his eyes, staring at him without blinking.
Feng Jiuli smiled lightly, and like the wind gently squeezed out the glimmer of light in the young man's eyes: "The same name as the lost young master of the Jun family?"
He was talking, repeating his name like a stranger, and the words were contemptuous and playful: "I heard that Jun Changle eloped with a sinner, but no matter what he said, he was a descendant of a famous family. It’s a good word for him.”
"But for the young master... it's too much, isn't it?"
Feng Jiuli lowered his head, looked into the young man's lost eyes and said, "It's not as interesting as the young master who is beautiful in the country but not famous."
Su Jinzhi raised his head and stared at him blankly.