flow from evil

"Hey, isn't this the new uncle of your Yang family?" The man in yellow who took the lead had a sour face and taunted Shan Simiao.

"Why did you drag a child, it can't be your own."

"No, he is like this, and he is not afraid of regenerated carbon."

A group of people laughed when they heard the words, Shan Simiao frowned slightly, and Yang Yingzhu stood up among them, and said to him, "Since there is nothing else, why don't we go have a drink together?"

Everyone didn't expect Yang Yingzhu to invite him to go with him, and they all looked at each other in blank amazement.

Before Shan Simiao opened his mouth, he saw the boy in his arms babbling again, he seemed to be very familiar with him, and he had never seen him so lively in their small courtyard before.

"Alright." Shan Simiao smiled and readily agreed.

When everyone heard this, they became even more unhappy. Most of them are descendants of aristocratic families. Although they can't be said to be famous in the Jianghu, they can be regarded as well-known sons and surnames. Suddenly, such a black-faced man appeared Wild boy, not to mention snatching a beautiful woman, but also wanting to have the cheek to get close together, it's not a cheap thing to put anywhere.

Shan Simiao saw the eyes of everyone, but it was almost as if he didn't see them. He only led the little mute and went out behind this and that Yang Yingzhu, and he really regarded himself as the Yang family.

When I got there, I saw it was a flower boat.

There are delicious food and wine on board, and there are many beauties.

As soon as he entered the cabin, he saw Jun Wuyi was leaning on the upper seat, holding a glass of wine, being served by two beauties beside him, while a group of scantily clad girls below were holding umbrellas and barefoot, dancing to add to the fun.When the group of young masters saw Jun Wuyi, they all went forward to salute, they looked very respectful.

When Jun Wuyi saw Shan Simiao, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Why did you bring the groom-to-be?"

"It should be, since you are the son-in-law of my Yang family, you can also be regarded as a member of my Yang family." Yang Yingzhu paused, and then replied, "My Yang family respects Lord Teng very much. It is also an honor for my Yang family to come here."

"It's just... my little sister..." After finishing speaking, she glanced at Shan Simiao who was at the side.

Oh...it turned out that he was pulling him to vent his anger, but unfortunately he didn't seem to appreciate it.

Shan Simiao glanced at the person on the seat, but saw that he was also looking at himself, pinching the pendant on the ear with his left hand and rubbing it, his eyes were full of smiles, but it made Shan Simiao a little more guarded in his life.

After a long time, Jun Wuyi withdrew his contemplative gaze, smiled again, waved his hand, and asked everyone to sit down freely.

"Where, Brother Yang's words are too polite. It's also good to do my best for the prince and give a congratulatory gift when I come here."

When Shan Simiao heard this, he understood that Tengwang Pavilion was probably trying to win over the Yang family by recruiting relatives, but Yang Yingzhu seemed to have no control over the attitude of the Yang family.

During the banquet, there was laughter and laughter, and the wine was peaceful, these sons and brothers who usually look like dogs in front of others, gradually showed some ugly appearances as they got drunk.

The song stage was warm, and after the song was over, everyone toasted to invite them, but they saw Jun Wuyi leaning on the seat, lazily leaning on Sister Hua beside him, slowly turning the folding fan in his hand.His clothes were slightly open, his thin lips were slightly parted, and the butterfly pendant on his left ear was shaking slightly. He suddenly turned his head and blew a breath of wine at the beautiful lady beside him. , raised his eyes and saw that his jade-like cheeks had already been stained with a blush, which revealed a bit of charm.

Seeing this scene, all the people in the seat suddenly became quiet for some reason, and the atmosphere in the cabin became more ambiguous.

"I heard Mr. Jun's piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs are all excellent. This time, we ordinary people are lucky to see the elegant demeanor. I don't know if we have this honor. Let's listen to Mr. Jun's next song?"

Jun Wuyi turned his eyes when he heard the words, although his peach blossom eyes were drunk, he still looked shrewdly at the person who was speaking, and suddenly smiled.

"I don't know Lian Shaoxia, what song do you want to hear?" With one hand, the sister at the side handed over a piano.

It was the young man in yellow who was speaking. Shan Simiao had an impression of him, and he was there on the day of the competition. He seemed to be the eldest disciple of Junzi Pavilion. He sounded quite famous, but he was a completely despicable brat.

That Lian Yishuo must have drunk too much, hearing what Jun Wuyi said, he stood up boldly, waved away Yang Yingzhu's blocking hand, and said loudly, "Why don't you play a piece of Linjiang Immortal. "

As soon as these words came out, the faces of those who were not drunk turned pale, while those who were already drunk clapped their hands in praise. She looked at him bewilderedly, and at the same time had a good time with the kiln sister beside her.

Linjiang Immortal, if Shan Simiao remembers correctly, it was an obscene song given to courtesans.

This is something to watch.

Shan Simiao took a sneak peek and saw that although the man was still smiling, his fingertips were clenched to hide murderous intentions. He glanced at the cold water outside the cabin, suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched, and he rushed aside A little dancing girl beckoned.

From a distance, the little dancer saw a black-faced man in the last seat greeting her, pointing at her in a daze, seeing the other nod, she reluctantly walked over.

"Girl, can I borrow an umbrella." Shan Si Miao said to her.

"Umbrella?" The little dancer looked at the little flower umbrella she had just used for dancing in her hand, and handed it to the man in front of her inexplicably. The umbrella was still pink.

This Jun Wuyi has already started to play.

The miao finger moves lightly, and the sound of water waves rises.There are three or two plucked strings, but there is no harmonious sound, only a few jade percussions are left, but it is exquisite and mixed, and the clear rhyme is high, and it just plays a wisp of obscene sound to make it cold and majestic.

Suddenly turning his fingertips, he saw his middle finger slightly bent, pinching a middle string, the tone of the originally cold voice suddenly changed, and the sudden high-pitched sharp sound made everyone below cover their ears.

Seeing this, Shan Simiao held up the pink umbrella in his hand, and hurriedly covered himself and the little dumb in front of him, at the same time, he felt a chill on his back, and there was a sound of water splashing, half of his side was still wet in order to protect the boy in his arms. body.

The pink umbrella was closed, and all the people in the boat, except for Jun Wuyi on the high seat and the little mute covered in his arms, were all wet and turned into drowned chickens, and outside the boat, the unleveled lake surface was slightly swaying, Even the entire hull swayed from side to side.

The crowd was splashed by the cold lake water, most of the alcohol dissipated immediately, seeing Jun Wuyi still looking at them with squinted eyes and a smile, there was no hint of displeasure in his voice.

"Are you all satisfied with this song?"

Now, no one dared to answer, they clasped their fists and hurriedly made polite remarks, and those who were timid even put down their wine glasses and ran out with oil on their feet.

"Young Master Lian, are you still satisfied?" Jun Wuyi picked up the folding fan at the side and stood up.

Na Lian Yishuo didn't expect that Jun Wuyi was not only outstanding in appearance, but also so profound in internal strength, he broke into a cold sweat from fright, and quickly said compliments with a shy face.Shan Simiao on the side frowned and patted his drenched back, then stood up helplessly.

At this stop, he realized that Jun Wuyi glanced at him again.

The little mute in his arms was happily watching the drenched crowd clapping and laughing happily, Shan Simiao secretly returned the pink umbrella to the dumbfounded little dancer, pretending not to see his scrutiny, and slipped away while there were so many people go.