sunset fever

Dry bamboo rustling, lifting tongue, listening to blood

After flames merge with eyes and smell fragrance

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In the hall downstairs of the inn, there were not many people, and it was not deserted. Zhong Qingming was sitting upright, paying attention to the words and movements of the people around him while drinking. When he half looked up, he saw Chen Bizhen stepping down the stairs in full clothes. He walked straight to the table and sat down in front of Zhong Qingming.

"Yaotai Yun Qing Barley, clear." Zhong Qingming said respectfully, pouring wine for him.

A few strands of hair fell down Chen Bizhen's cheeks. He pursed his lips and remained silent. After thinking about it, he drank the wine in the small blue and white cup, then passed the hand holding the wine cup over, and said in a low voice, "Have another drink."

"I'll ask them to send a pot upstairs."

"No need." Xu Shi was hot in the room, and Chen Bizhen's cheeks were flushed with light red. He turned his head to the side, and there were some knots in his eyes. He buried his head and watched the clear wine pouring into the porcelain cup. .

Surprisingly, Zhong Qingming didn't ask anything else, Chen Bizhen was suffocating so much confusion and panic, he drank five cups in a row, the liquid was so hot that his lips and tongue were numb and hot, as if, that kind of soft and sticky touch The touch has not gone away.

Zhong Qingming was distracted and looked elsewhere, Chen Bizhen murmured to himself in a low voice: "I never thought Yaotai was a sacred place, but..."

He changed his mind, then fell silent, without saying anything he wanted to confide, ordered another jug ​​of wine, and Xiaoer sent it upstairs, when Chen Bizhen was about to get up, someone pushed his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw that Yan Xiu didn't even wear a thick coat, he had already straightened his expression, and asked indifferently as usual, "Where are you running around?"

"I... didn't run away."

Yan Xiu seemed to be apologetic, but at the same time seemed to be prudently flattering; Chen Bizhen stood stiffly, his knee bones seemed to be making a painful "click", he took half a step forward, and stopped again.

Yan Xiu said: "Go up, it's too cold outside, you don't wear much."

Chen Bizhen replied loudly: "I really didn't run away!"

As soon as the words fell out of his mouth, Chen Bizhen suddenly reached out his hand and firmly squeezed Yan Xiu's wrist. The palm of his hand seemed to be able to touch the slender bone under the skin through the fabric. Looking inside, Yan Xiu was dragged by Chen Bizhen and went upstairs.

He turned his head and saw Zhong Qingming was still sitting by the table in the distance, Zhong Qingming pursed his lips in doubt, bowed his head again, and didn't say anything else.

Chen Bichen turned his head in front of the corridor door, with a smile on his lips, he looked at Yan Xiu, and said, "I'm tired, you should go and rest, it's getting late."

"I know I did something wrong." Yan Xiu still had a cold face, took a deep breath, and said.

A gust of wind passed through the pores of the building, causing a biting numbness on the back of the neck. Yan Xiu calmly lowered his head and looked elsewhere, intending to go to his own room. Enter the room and lock it.

Yan Xiu stopped, closed his eyes lightly, he seemed to have lost his original self, all his words and actions today were bizarre and crazy, he hurried to the door of Chen Bizhen's room, raised his hand and knocked on the brown painted door frame, gently, only Three times.

He repeated: "I know, I did something wrong, don't take it to heart, I'll go back after tonight, back to Fushan."

Even if there is a great distance between the snow-falling northern land and the evergreen plum rain, it is impossible to travel easily.

Yan Xiu has never been stupid since he was a child, he couldn't say anything useful for a while, and then said: "I was dizzy just now, sorry.

The lantern in front of the door was shining with a light yellow flame, reflecting a thin layer of warm air, and there were flying dust blowing down from the ceiling.

I only heard the very hearty words of the young man from the room, he said: "It doesn't matter what happened just now, you and I have a deep friendship, there is no need to apologize, it is getting late, you go take a bath and rest, you have to do business tomorrow."

There was a shadow of Yan Xiu left on the door paper. Looking at it this way, he was tall and straight, gorgeous and thin. He didn't answer Chen Bizhen's words, and didn't ask any more questions. He stood there quietly for a while, and then left. up.

Chen Bizhen's knees still seemed to be aching, he moved to the heating kang, and sat in a daze for a long time. On the heating kang, Yan Xiu's coat and cloak were still there, and the brocade cushion was spread underneath. There are also natural creases.

In Chen Bizhen's eyes, those folds were turbulent to the point of disorganization, and he knew it without smelling it, it smelled of saponins, and also had the light fragrance of smoke in the room, and it also had a fragrant, warm, human smell.

Not long after, Zhong Qingming came in from outside, and Chen Bizhen asked him to point out someone to clean up the used dishes, and ordered: "Take Yan Ziluo's clothes to his room."

"Yes." Zhong Qingming received the order and went out carrying Yan Xiu's pile of clothes.

The portrait was locked up alone, unable to find a way out, Chen Bichen tightly clenched the brocade that Yan Xiu lay on, gritted his teeth again, and let go of his fingers.

He let out a light breath.

Mei Qiyi was born handsome, not very old, fair and well-behaved, kind of soft-faced, money is costly, and he has a unique and extremely precious finger wrench in his hand, lying on the kang, left in Wen Moqing's eyes , only a pair of crossed legs, and a pair of boots with colored threads and gold patterns on the feet.

"This is not the boundary of the Mei surname, you can go as soon as you can, don't rely on me, look at your father, he didn't stop him even once." She has the unique appearance of a beautiful woman in the broad area, with dark and moist skin, black hair in a random coil, and a pure and bright red dress.

Mei Qiyi replied with a clear voice, "My father appointed me, I have to tell you to go back."

"Tell me about you," Wen Moqing simply sat down, picked up the dried fruit brought by Xiao Er just now, it was freshly roasted hazelnuts and sunflowers, and she reprimanded, "Don't think I'm being unreasonable with him, and don't misunderstand What I care about is the little things, the dog emperor enjoys his own pleasure, and creates evil for the common people, you and I are common people, I am not saving others, I am saving myself in advance."

"My father said," Mei Qiyi's red lips moved quickly, and his mouth was full of pure Yaotai local accent, he said: "If His Majesty and the Queen Mother hadn't been lenient, my aunt would have been executed long ago."

Wen Moqing threw the hard skin of the hazelnut on Mei Qiyi, and eagerly reprimanded him: "Your surname Mei is really uplifting, and you are willing to be a dog if you live. Now go back to your garden mansion immediately. Guard your rotten old man."

Mei Qiyi turned over, neither angry nor impatient, he sat on the kang with his legs stretched out, pinched the unremoved nipples around his cheeks, smiled his small pointed chin, with stars in his eyes, and said: "Mother , go back, I will get married soon, and you will have a few grandchildren, and you will have a happy family."

"Come on, it doesn't matter if you have a few good girls, but if you marry a young lady, it will hurt her."

Wen Moqing knew his son's character well, and knew that he was used to being in the world of sound, shadow and wine. Mei Qiyi got off the kang, stood behind Wen Moqing, stretched out his hand to pinch her shoulder, and said aggrievedly: "Is your son so miserable?"

"You know it yourself."

Wen Moqing still had a stack of poems that she just wrote, she was not in a hurry to drink tea, but opened the lid of the tea bowl, and when the heat dissipated, she said, "Go back immediately and live your happy life." , Someone from me will visit in a while, we have to talk about something important, please don't interrupt."

"Mother, if you go back today, I will be good in the future. I will listen to you in everything, and concentrate on reading, composing poems, and writing articles." Mei Qiyi leaned over and kneeled obediently on the ground. Said, "If you don't go back, my father will get angry at me, maybe he will beat me."

Wen Moqing got up, picked up her skirt and went to the door, opened the door, and saw two people coming outside, an old man and a young man, and they were also holding papers that had transcribed poems, Wen Moqing invited them to sit down. Down.

Mei Qiyi knelt so that his legs swelled up. He saw a few people chatting passionately without shy away, so he listened carefully, but felt bored, so he tugged at the corner of Wen Moqing's clothes, blinked a pair of clear eyes, and looked down. Said in a low voice: "Go back, mother, we all know we were wrong."

"Go back quickly, don't let others think that I punished you."

Mei Qiyi bit his teeth and frowned, he was really hopeless at this time, so he got up, took his cloak, dressed thickly and warmly, he lowered his pink face, and looked at those people Gathered around the round table, threatening as a mischievous, whispered: "Be careful that the next door is your dog emperor's spies, once these poems are exposed, everyone will be beheaded."

The old man, the young man, and Wen Moqing all looked up in surprise, only to see the young man smiling warmly and raising his brows mischievously. He stood up straight, and when he turned around, he added, "I'm scaring you."

Wen Moqing scolded loudly: "Don't worry about these thoughts, just be your brother Anwen."

As soon as he went out, Mei Qiyi saw a man holding a pile of clothes coming out of the next room. The man was cleanly dressed. Eye.

The two looked at each other, Zhong Qingming was peacefully hiding his sharp peeping, while Mei Qiyi didn't show any signs of guarding against suspicion, he smiled at everyone, went downstairs and left after a while.

Yan Xiu didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, he still couldn't calm down after meditating, so he put on his clothes and went to the street of Yaotai alone.The inn is in the middle of the city, a rich place, people don't go to bed early, and the things they sell are somewhat different from those in Yangjing.

Yaotai is rich in wood, rich in mountains and treasures, the folk customs are cheerful, and the industry and commerce are prosperous, but there have been many disturbances recently, and the people don't know the source, nor do they know what to do. When Yan Xiu was walking, he was stuffed with two cheap ink Paper.

On the top, one wrote "When will the West Lake dance and dance stop outside the green hills outside the mountains?", and the other wrote "The bees and butterflies in Chongcheng are hot, and the blood of donkeys and horses in Yaotai is now in a pool. Now there is a fire god and a wind. The evil Chen Zongzu , I want to tell you about my crimes", which is the same as what I saw at the altar that day.

"Young master, do you want to join the poetry club? It was set up by Wen Jianyu, a talented woman from Yaotai. She writes poems and writes lyrics, talks about the past and the present. Compared with today's vulgar wine and sex, it is more elegant and pleasant. It seems that the young master is well-read in poetry and books, and works for the people." The person you want." A man dressed in orthodox and dark with a gray beard came before him, he bowed to Yan Xiu and said.

Yan Xiu was still holding the two poems, he looked at him carefully and said, "Sorry, I'm not an expert, I don't have the accumulation of poetry and scriptures, and I don't have any interest in writing poems."

"What's in your hand?" the man asked.

"Someone gave it to me. I glanced at it casually, but didn't understand its meaning."

After finishing speaking, Yan Xiu took his leave and continued to walk along the street. This is the most prosperous place in Yaotai Mansion. He looked at the shops on the other side of the road where the lights were competing, and he noticed that some of the people passing by were holding the same glasses as himself. There was no paper, so I found a wonton stand and threw the paper into the firewood next to the stove.

"My lord," but the man was still chasing after him, he went to Yan Xiu's side, walked with him, and praised, "Looking at your gorgeous clothes, you shouldn't be from Yaotai?"

"He's from Yangjing." Yan Xiu turned his eyes sideways to glance at him.

The man immediately suppressed his voice and said: "The poetry society is short of writing talents, and also short of gold and silver wealth. If you don't know how to write poems, then you can do a lot to provide us with accommodation, food, paper, pens and ink. Wait for the poetry society When he grows up, the son's hard work will also be engraved on the tablet."

Yan Xiu said: "I'm not a rich man. I'm sent by others, and I wear brand new clothes. You misjudged me."

"You can't be put off. I can be regarded as someone who has seen the scene. Judging from the way you talk, I know that you are not an ordinary person. The affairs of the poetry club are too complicated. Whether it will be successful is another matter. Today, I, Tan Songting, would like to invite you Having a drink, young master, has nothing to do with other things, and being friends is also very good."

"No, I'm staying overnight at the inn, and I'll go back after a while, so I have to rest."

Yan Xiu moved forward and turned into another alley. When he turned his head again, there was indeed no one following him, so he was relieved.It was so cold that people couldn't stretch their hands, and a masked man flashed out of the dark and uneven places in the buildings, and suddenly covered Yan Xiu's mouth and nose.

I used a dry and choking coarse cloth veil.

Note: ① It comes from "Ti Lin'an Mansion" written by Lin Sheng in the Southern Song Dynasty.

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