Pull flowers and leave grass

Yuehua Tower, bright and bright moonlight.A conversation between the two came from the private room named Meiyin.

"I'm too drunk to drink, I'm afraid I'm drunk." The voice was as warm as jade, like a warm spring breeze.

"Where is Mr. Yan, how can a businessman not drink well! After only a few drinks, you are drunk? Hahaha, full!" The person who spoke was Zhao Shuting, Minister of the Ministry of Rites.

"Lord Zhao's kindness, I accept it wholeheartedly. It's just that last week the imperial court placed an order for thousands of pieces of high-quality fabrics. My workers in the Dyeing Pavilion have been working continuously for several nights. Liuxu is really worried about staring at me alone." It turned out that this It was the young and promising young master of the Yan family. He stood up politely and bowed to Master Zhao opposite, "Your Excellency, you also know that the court is waiting to find fault with me. Thousands of pieces of fabric require my Yan family to spend three weeks. Hand it over, it’s really embarrassing. Although there are many skilled craftsmen in my Dyeing Pavilion, if something goes wrong with the delicate work of weaving and dyeing, and the court asks for punishment, how can I, a mere commoner in Yan’s family, be able to afford it... ..."

Yan Qingyu seems to be quite embarrassed to say such a lot of words, but the eyes of Zhao Shuting, who is over half a century old, have been wandering back and forth on his body, while echoing casually as if on the surface, while scrutinizing him carefully In front of him was the tall young man standing under the flickering candlelight.It is rumored that he is vigorous and resolute in his actions, and his methods are sharp, but looking at him now, he is just a handsome and handsome son, and his moon white shirt makes his complexion as soft and smooth as jade.

"Why is it embarrassing? The Yan family's fabrics have been used as royal fabrics since the new emperor ascended the throne. Mr. Yan's words are too modest. I, Mr. Zhao, don't know the strength of the dyeing color pavilion? Don't say thousands of horses, it is tens of thousands What are you afraid of, with Liu Xu as your right hand?" As he spoke, he grabbed Yan Qingyu's hand and pulled him to him, praising him in his heart, his skin was as smooth as a woman's, and Zhao Shuting pulled him away in a daze He staggered and sat down, "This Liu Xu was brought up by you again, you don't need to guess about his ability, you can leave it to Liu Xu to take care of the Dye Cai Pavilion, let's... drink well, it's not in vain for the old man to do so." I have been supporting the Yan family in front of the new emperor for a long time..." After speaking, she sat down next to Yan Qingyu, holding a full glass of wine, and kept pushing it to his bright red mouth, her dirty thoughts were clearly revealed.

"Master Zhao..." Yan Qingyu watched the man surnamed Zhao keep leaning on him, and now he leaned towards him shamelessly, feeling disgusted in his heart, but he was not afraid of him continuing. The cloud pill will not stay in his hands in vain.What's more, Yuehua Building had already arranged someone outside the private room, if he dared to do anything, he would definitely be unable to eat and walk around.

The cloud pill in the sleeve hadn't had the strength to pop out, but the door of the box was knocked open.

A handsome young man walked in with a sword, drew the sword out of its sheath, and pointed it at the throat of the shameless Zhao Shuting, so frightened that the Libu Shangshu, who had just had a lewd face, immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

"I... just can't stand some toads who want to eat swan meat and don't urinate and look in the mirror." The sword pointed heavily on Zhao Shuting's shoulder, and the young man sternly said, "Get out of here!"

Then Zhao Shuting didn't dare to turn his head to look at Yan Qingyu any more, and scrambled out of the box.

The young man put the sword back into its sheath, Yan Qingyu smelled a special fragrance from his body, secretly put Yunwan back into his sleeve, stood up and bowed: "Thank you for your righteousness, brother, it's just..." He frowned, with a helpless expression on his face Confused, "offending the people in the court will make it difficult for me to do business in the future..."

"I just passed by the door and heard that person call you 'Young Master Yan'. I took a second look out of curiosity, and rushed in recklessly when I saw that person was so close to you and looked wretched and not like a gentleman. If I cause your son’s business to fail, then Wen will make amends here.” The young man lowered his head, cupped his hands as a salute, and then raised his face with a playful smile, “But having said that, the Yan family in the south of the Yangtze River should not be afraid of the imperial court’s manipulation, right? "

"You!" Yan Qingyuwu blushed, and then smiled, "Brother Wen made fun of me, my Yan family is just a businessman, how dare I go against the court. But Brother Wen, I haven't asked about Brother Wen's surname yet Where's your name?"

"Warm the fragrance below."

"Ah! You...you, you are the boy who is going to save the woman!" Yan Qingyu looked surprised, and Mr. Qianqian immediately stood up straight and saluted gracefully, but his eyes were piercing. In the building, let me prepare a little wine to thank you, I wonder if Hero Wen will do me a favor?"

"Respect is worse than obedience."

The candles flickered in the private room, and there was only a rich fragrance in the room.

"Mr. Wanhua has just been appointed as the leader of the martial arts alliance not long ago, and you have time to go south to the south of the Yangtze River?" Yan Qingyu asked curiously, her eyebrows stretched.

"I'm here to find an old friend. I lived in the south of the Yangtze River for two years." Wen Yixiang stared at Yan Qingyu deeply with a pair of eyes, and a deep light shone under the flickering candlelight.

"Oh? Do you need my help?" Yan Qingyu looked over with a pair of clear eyes, full of sincerity.

"Thank you, I know where to find him. It's you, Yan Qingyu, the people in the south of the Yangtze River are about to enshrine you as the God of Wealth. You are the richest man in the dynasty, and Wen Mou really admires you for doing such a thing at a young age. "

"Everything is taught well by my father."

……

The two talked to each other, unknowingly, the cup gradually faded, Yan Qingyu's cheeks flushed, it was obvious that she was too strong to drink.

"Mr. Yan is a little drunk, why don't you stop here today, and I will come to visit another day."

Wen Yixiang got up to say goodbye.Without waiting for the person on the opposite side to say anything, he went out, called the boy guarding the door, gave some instructions, turned his head to look at Yan Qingyu who seemed to be asleep, the light in his eyes dimmed, he turned and walked away without looking back.

When he walked away, Yan Qingyu slowly raised her head from the table, her face was still flushed, but she still looked half drunk, a sharp light flashed in her dark eyes: "Go and call Chief Lin."

After a while, there was a clear voice: "Master, did you call me?" After saying that, he opened the door and entered.

"Go to Qiulian Pavilion and give Su Quin a message."

"Yes, sir."