Silver Hook Lane is the largest gold selling cave in Shangjing.
On the willow branches on the moon, this alley really begins its day. High-ranking officials and nobles, children of high families, take off their official uniforms, they are a background in this street.
During the exchange of toasts and cups, everyone has a real or fake smile on their faces, pretending to be false, talking to each other for their own benefit.
Chu Yu did not expect to meet Qin Zheng in this situation.
The Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Ministry of Internal Affairs belong to six ministries, but no matter which ministry is inextricably linked, tea, salt, iron, horses, and cloth are the lifeblood of the country. .
The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the world is for profit. The purchase of materials by the Ministry of Internal Affairs is distributed to the imperial merchants from all over the country. Both sides benefit from each other, which is called a win-win situation.
Chu Yu never thought that he would sit in this seat. When he was very young, he also learned from his elder brother, thinking that he would enter the Shideng Pavilion like his elder brother. But what made him change his mind? Did he see the precarious Hou Mansion, did he desperately want to hold up the sky with the scepter in his hand, or did he want to protect that person well, just like he used to protect himself...
Slightly raising his wrist, the wine in the golden bottle flowed down his throat, and the already depressed Yingge Yanwu became more blurred in front of his eyes. What Chu Yu was wearing was not an official uniform, but a wide-sleeved gown of Shu brocade with vermilion cloud patterns and flowers, and a deep black silk-engraved moon brocade robe inside. There was no hairpin tassel on her head, and a black hair was allowed to hang down her waist along her back. , two thin strands of gold silk brocade wrapped a finger's width across the ears and temples were braided behind the head.
Chu Yu's appearance was already unparalleled, but this casual yet elegant attire made her look as gorgeous as a peony in a prosperous age. The surrounding maids serving wine couldn't help but blushed, carefully peeping at the Second Master Chu.
He is no stranger to this kind of entertainment scene, but he seems to be able to handle it with ease, and even inadvertently tore off a few inches of the neckline, with wine beads on the corners of his lips, and resting his forehead with one hand, the wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a fair but not uncommon look. With very thin arms, the appearance of toasting from a distance is very much like those dudes in Shangjing.
Back then, the second son of the Chu family who stood in the court hall and was blushed and speechless by the courtiers who claimed to be elders was already dead and there was not even a fly ash left.
"Second Master, I'd like to offer you a toast." Uncle Ning staggered over with a bit of drunkenness, and almost fell over as if he was really overwhelmed by alcohol. Chu Yu stretched out his hand to help, but he was grabbed by the wrist, and then Uncle Ning was already holding the gold bottle in front of his eyes.
Chu Yu smiled, and let Uncle Ning hold one of his hands, using the free hand to take the wine in his hand.
"Hey..." Uncle Ning didn't intend to give him the cup, and the hand holding the cup moved forward again, sticking to Chu Yu's lips.
Chu Yu's eyes didn't fluctuate much, and he drank the wine with his head bowed in Uncle Ning's hand.
Uncle Ning laughed, and everyone around him booed and praised Second Master Chu for his good drinking capacity.
It was Uncle Ning's pair of upturned phoenix eyes, looking at the beauty in front of him who seemed to be able to handle any situation with ease, leaned down, and whispered in his ear: "Second Master... You can do me a favor, let me know, this year How many numbers can you win on the Salt Road?"
Chu Yu looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, as if his heart was bright, and it was almost the end of the year. This time, the bidding projects were all set by His Majesty, and all of them were stable profits. Many people stared at him eagerly. Inside and out, I want to get some news from here.
Naturally, there are quite a few people who give gifts overtly and secretly, so what does this Uncle Ning want to use to trick him
Uncle Ning seemed to see the doubt in Chu Yu's heart, and chuckled lightly, blocking everyone's sight with his robes wide, and gently pinched Chu Yu's earlobe with his fingertips: "It's all about the city and the country, and you forget the customs when you see it. "
Chu Yu raised his eyebrows, and sneered in his heart, wondering where Ning Zhiyuan got the confidence to use his good looks to seduce him.
Feeling disgusted, Ningbo's mansion still can't tear his face easily, Chu Yu stretched out his hand, fingers spread out, like a butterfly piercing flowers, every slight movement made people unable to move their eyes away.
Uncle Ning missed two beats in his heart. He didn't know whether he was excited by the number that was about to be revealed, or he was fascinated by the jade-like hand.
Chu Yu suddenly raised the corners of his lips, spread his five fingers wide, and pressed on Uncle Ning's heart neither lightly nor hard, and said with a smile: "Uncle Ning is really interesting, how could Chu know in advance? This joke scares the next time Jump."
The smile on Uncle Ning's face froze, and just as he was about to say something, the door behind him was kicked open with a bang.
The sound of silk and bamboo stopped abruptly.
The owner of the Xieyi Building rushed over sweating, grabbed the person at the door, and begged his grandpa to tell his grandma: "Mr. Qin Hou! You can't act like this!"
The clothes on Qin Zheng's body were loose, and he swayed in holding the wine jug, smelling of alcohol, and shouted drunkenly, "Let go, let go of Benhou! Benhou wants to see who is so generous, and the freehand building is both beautiful and artistic." My girl is all covered, huh? What’s the matter? Let’s drink the Northwest Wind? Humans... Humans can’t be so domineering, right?” While talking, he pulled the big boss aside: “Just say it, right!”
"That's right, what Master Hou said is true, but today..." Da Dong's family glanced inside in a dilemma.
Qin Zheng followed suit, and the people in the chief seat happened to look at him.
There was a mysterious silence in the room, and the people around were also stunned.
Da Dong's face turned green and white, what kind of thing is this? The couple met in the brothel.
This is fucking embarrassing.
Qin Zheng sneered, fumbled and took out a folding fan from his waist, knocked on his forehead and swung it over, and stepped on the table in front of Chu Yu.
Chu Yu and Uncle Ning were leaning together in an ambiguous posture just now, and now they separated. Uncle Ning twitched the corners of his lips, looking at the two people in front of him leisurely, as if nothing happened.
Qin Zheng leaned forward and put the end of the fan in his hand against Chu Yu's chin, raised his chin to look around, and said with his tongue out, "Yo, where is the second master accompanying the guests?"
Those present in the room were either famous figures in Shangjing, or wealthy imperial merchants, and no one dared to say anything when they heard this. It's hard for an upright official to break up family affairs, and it's even more difficult to break up the Qin family's affairs.
Chu Yu turned his face slightly, avoiding the handle of the fan, and said softly, "Master Hou, you are drunk."
Qin Zheng suddenly laughed out loud, overjoyed: "Second Lord knows how to play, it doesn't matter if you come here, we don't have to play anymore."
Chu Yu stood up holding the gold bottle, raised his glass to everyone, and said, "Today, Yu is going to spoil everyone's happiness. I have some family affairs to deal with. Next time Yu is the host, I will come to make amends to everyone."
The steps were laid out, and everyone hurriedly exchanged greetings: "Second Master, you are welcome." They wanted to end the scene.
Qin Zheng suddenly smashed the wine jar in his hand: "Who dares to leave!"
Everyone stopped.
Qin Zheng sneered, and glanced sideways at Chu Yu: "What am I, Qin Zheng, huh? How can I ruin your interest? You should eat and play. Go on! Second Master, you and Uncle Ning Let’s continue, what’s the matter? Didn’t it just be... just... How do you say that word? Dry firewood?"
Chu Yu swayed and his face turned cold.
Uncle Ning didn't expect Qin Zheng to tear his face apart, so he could only smooth things over by saying: "Qin Houye misunderstood..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a heavy head, and Qin Zheng punched him hard in the face, causing Uncle Ning to fall to the ground.
Qin Zheng was born as a military general, even if he was drunk, he was a hundred times better than these pampered young masters. He wiped the wine stains from his mouth, kicked him in confusion, and cursed: "What are you, Ning Zhiyuan? No matter how much I, Qin Zheng, don't count, it's not your turn to touch Lao Tzu's people!"
Chu Yu was extremely angry at first, and wanted to pull Qin Zheng away, but when she heard this, she was stunned, but she didn't respond by pulling Qin Zheng's sleeve.
Bu Qu behind hurriedly went to help Uncle Ning, and then pulled Qin Zheng away. The room was already a mess.
Qin Zheng's chest was heaving violently, and before he could relieve his anger, he was forcibly pulled away, turned his head and saw Chu Yu was tugging on his cuff, he was dumbfounded and didn't respond, and couldn't help but slap him on the forehead: "You are stupid! How did Ning Zhiyuan make his fortune, you don’t know? Everyone in the court is dead? Just let you come and deal with this thing? Fuck the fuck, quit!”
After getting angry at Chu Yu, Qin Zheng directly dragged him away.
Chu Yu allowed him to stagger and follow all the way, and was dragged by him from this Qinlou to that Chu Pavilion. Only then did he realize that he couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He felt that this was Qin Zheng's usual "den". "Are.
Qin Zheng threw Chu Yu into the room while he was half drunk, and slammed the door.
Chu Yu staggered a bit, stabilized her body, and recalled that she didn't know what kind of madness Qin Zheng was going crazy.
Qin Zheng approached Chu Yu step by step, and looked at him crookedly: "Ning Zhiyuan's thing is not a thing, you know how many people he played to death on the bed... If you sleep in his bed today, you will have to do it tomorrow." Come out sideways."
Chu Yu rubbed Qin Zheng's sore wrist, and said coldly, "What are you doing, Lord Hou?"
Qin Zheng's face was a little gloomy, he pursed his lips and looked at Chu Yu in front of him. Xu Shi just made a fuss, Chu Yu's clothes were a little disheveled, and when his eyelids were slightly closed, the long eyelashes cast a shadow, making it difficult to see his emotions.
Qin Zheng felt that the wine he had just drank suddenly exploded in his body, burning it all over his body, he swallowed subconsciously, with a sense of drunkenness, and angrily said: "Second master still blames Ben Hou for disturbing me. Your good deed? Or is the second master really the impatient dry wood in the burning fire?"
Chu Yu was a little annoyed. He knew that he shouldn't break up with Qin Zheng, a drunk at this time. The mess in Xieyi Building hadn't been cleaned up yet, so he should go back immediately and stabilize Uncle Ning first. My mind was spinning quickly, but my feet seemed to be rooted, and there was no intention of moving.
Rather than dealing with Uncle Ning's affairs, he wanted to know what Qin Zheng was thinking.
Seeing that Chu Yu didn't speak, Qin Zheng thought that Chu Yu was annoyed by something important, and had nothing to say. As if adding another fire to it, Qin Zheng stretched out his hand and threw Chu Yu back on the bed behind him.
Chu Yu didn't expect him to make a move directly, and was caught off guard and pushed down, knocked his head hard on the edge of the bed, groaned, and his eyes went black.
Qin Zheng took off his robe, and pressed Chu Yu directly on the bed with one hand: "Dry firewood? Benhou, let's see how far the second master has gone."
Chu Yu's face turned pale, she gritted her teeth and slapped Qin Zheng backhand: "Get lost."
Qin Zheng tilted his face, and with a fever in his head, he tore off Chu Yu's robe directly, and said with a stabbing smile, "Didn't Second Master Chu want to marry Benhou at the beginning? It's a set, what's the matter? This old man's bones have not yet melted, and the second master has changed his mind?"
Chu Yu couldn't beat Qin Zheng, so he cut his hands behind him and had no choice but to kick him: "Qin Zheng! I don't want to sleep with you, get out!"
Qin Zheng sneered, easily restrained the struggling Chu Yu, and still had one free hand to pinch Chu Yu's chin: "Second Master and Ning Zhiyuan are old hands when they come and go, what's the matter? Are you pretending to be chaste?"
Chu Yu felt dizzy for a while and felt like vomiting. I don't know if it was because he hit the edge of the bed just now, but his strength of resistance became weaker and weaker, and he gradually lost his movement.
Qin Zheng couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, but when he saw Chu Yu hanging out with Uncle Ning, he had an idea in his mind to chop up that bastard Ning Zhiyuan. But now seeing Chu Yu's appearance that he would rather die than obey under him, he became more and more irritable.
The clothes on the two of them could hardly cover their bodies, the lights were dim, and the figures of the two were reflected on the bed curtain, and it seemed that the shadows had been folded together intimately. The aroma of the wine has been brewed at the most appropriate time, and it is somewhat indescribably long.
Qin Zheng looked at Chu Yu, who was under him, and just after a tug, the ribbon that tied Chu Yu's hair was nowhere to be seen. His long hair covered half of his cheeks, and his long brows were frowning tightly on his pale face, and his eyes were closed. Eyelashes trembling. Qin Zheng stared at it for a while, and suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the brow.
Chu Yu felt pain in his head, and moaned in a low voice, bit his lower lip for a while and swallowed back the low moan.
Qin Zheng felt that he could no longer see things clearly, and his fingertips stroked every inch of the person under him inch by inch. With a little force, the originally fair skin was scratched with red marks.
Chu Yu shivered, and his mind became more and more dizzy.
Qin Zheng bowed his head and kissed Chu Yu fiercely, his lips and tongue were intertwined like an army marching and fighting, attacking a city and conquering territory, aggressive.
Chu Yu was a little out of breath, her hands were pressed on top of her head by Qin Zheng, unable to struggle. After an unknown amount of time, the oppression was suddenly released, he took a sharp breath, coughed, and his face was already blushing.
Qin Zheng held down Chu Yu's shoulders and pressed the person under him, kneading along the spine inch by inch, his fingertips inserted into the buttocks, causing the person under him to subconsciously tense up.
The scorching heat higher than the body temperature, but also extraordinarily tender, makes people feel confused and fascinated.
Chu Yu clenched the mattress under her body, whimpered twice, and said intermittently: "You bastard... um, ah... don't touch me, you... um!"
Qin Zheng was so drunk that he couldn't listen to a word, so he pulled out directly on the back of the sourness in his heart.
Chu Yu's face turned pale, and she gritted her teeth and swallowed back the pain that came out of her mouth. After a while, she recovered her breath. There was resentment, shame, and unwillingness in her heart, but her body gradually succumbed to Qin Zheng's rough teasing.
Chu Yu recalled the first time they had consummated their marriage. Qin Zheng was even more drunk than he is now, chanting Meng Hanyi's name over and over again, making him sick enough, wishing he could die with him. At that time, the house was almost demolished, and it was smashed into a mess. In the end, it rolled on the ground and did it violently.
He thought bitterly, this time he didn't call Meng Hanyi.
Qin Zheng's movements were not gentle, Chu Yu felt like a flat boat in the stormy waves, and every time the stormy waves wanted to beat him to pieces. The sticky white turbid liquid snaked down his legs, interspersed with thin blood, making a mess.
I don't know how long it took, but Chu Yu's body was motionless, her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open her eyes, and her mind was still spinning a thought over and over in a drowsy state.
Why be angry? Why is Qin Zheng angry when he sees his close relationship with Uncle Naning? Was it because he couldn't save face, or... did he care about himself a little bit
Chu Yu's eyes were sore, and the hand that was holding the quilt tightly loosened slowly, and slipped out of the bed. I want to slap myself for no reason, but I have been practiced like this, and I still can't forget that little bit of old love no matter what I do. When will such a day be the end.
When Chu Yu woke up the next day, Qin Zheng was still in a deep sleep. Perhaps he couldn't touch the people around him, so he reached out to grab a pillow and wrapped it in his arms, before turning over on his own.
Chu Yu asked someone to deliver water and clothes, and took care of herself without saying a word. All of this was done in an orderly manner, and she even specially asked someone to deliver a bowl of Bizi Tang and drank it down without blinking.
After all this was done, Qin Zheng got up from the bed with his sleepy eyes open. Seeing the well-dressed Chu Yu, he was startled at first, recalling everything last night, and his complexion was as unpredictable as if a dyeing workshop had been opened.
Chu Yu put down the empty medicine bowl in his hand, took the handkerchief from the attendant at the side and wiped the corners of his lips, then stood up while supporting the table, and walked towards Qin Zheng.
"You..." As soon as Qin Zheng opened his mouth, Chu Yu slapped his face with money.
One hundred thousand taels of silver bills piled up on the couch, and through the snowflake-like silver bills, Qin Zheng saw the sarcasm in Chu Yu's eyes.
"One hundred thousand taels, I bought for Lord Hou's beauty." Chu Yu took out two small pieces of silver from his sleeve, and threw them on the ground: "As for Master Hou's performance on the bed, two coins can't be more."
After saying that, Chu Yu turned around and walked away without looking back.