The moon comes to take pictures

Yuan Junyu just left the mansion when a white moon appeared on the horizon.

Compared with when he came, he was very less ostentatious, his whole body was like an elegant young man traveling at night, the two eunuchs in front each carried a crimson gauze lamp to open the way, and the guards behind him.There are quite a lot of eunuchs sent from Beijing. Those who are in charge of food and in charge of daily life all have to come. Speechless.

The banquet was held outside the Sanshan Gate, not far from his mansion. Yuan Junyu followed the eunuch's pace and passed slowly. The two cages of crimson gauze lamps in front, like two huge eyes, drifted up. The scenery changed, and a water vapor The pavilions and terraces, across the Tumijia, are brightly lit not far away, and the shadows of people are intertwined.

When the crown prince arrived, the banquet began. After drinking for three rounds, Yuan Junyu became drowsy.

Taking advantage of the time when the table was full of punches, he quietly turned behind the screen, and without anyone noticing, he made a big circle from the back hall and left.

The wine table was still bustling with activity. A few drunks with red eyes were punching, laughing and being punished. In a blink of an eye, Shizi was nowhere to be seen. One of them got excited:

"Where are the sons of the world!"

"I think I'm drunk..."

"I just saw that the son went to rest in the back hall."

"Tonight is for His Royal Highness to cleanse the dust. How can we lack this backbone? Hurry up and ask someone to go..." Before he could finish speaking, he had already thrown himself on the wine table.

The people around laughed: "This old drunkard is trying to be brave!"

"Forget it, drink and drink..."

The night was bright and the moon was white, and Yuan Junyu carried a simple lantern. Facing the night wind, he smelled the fragrance of jasmine flowers planted somewhere. This round of jade."

"The cold light is messy, for whom is it shining?" He trembled and smiled, laughing that he was really drunk, so reckless, even dared to brush the faces of those old officials in the officialdom, throwing away the accompanying eunuchs, Picking up someone's lantern, he came out of the small gate in the back garden with a dull head, and walked slowly along the Qinhuai River.

Once drunk, the prototype is fully revealed. Yuan Junyu is afraid of being alone, but at this time it seems that he is destined to be sad, no one is with him, no matter how lively the banquet in the officialdom is, he is still alone.

Liu Jiao, where is Liu Jiao?That boy said that he "has a home", I'm afraid he won't even be able to enter the door after he arrives!But do you want him to be a teacher to be a villain?Yuan Junyu shook his head to himself, he would rather hold on to a fake compassion than be seen by others.

After leaving the lower pontoon bridge, there are bright red candles floating star by star in the river, faintly, there are charming laughter and chanting voices, but they are far away and cannot be heard clearly.Yuan Junyu's footsteps staggered slightly, the drunkenness welled up on his cheeks, the more he was drunk, the more he was drunk, and the noise of the flute and the golden lotus cup were faintly heard in his ears, ups and downs, Yuan Junyu couldn't stand, Sitting on the wet stone steps, facing the river bend.

A flickering light approached, and the boatman floated over with his pole: "Young man, take a boat."

He gave way to the cabin behind him, and the curtain inside was half-hidden, revealing a pair of embroidered toes that wanted to refuse and welcome.

Yuan Junyu lifted the lamp to illuminate a piece of drunken lotus noodles.

The boatman giggled and said, "You are a handsome young man, it's cheap."

Open-breasted and messed up, he really doesn't look like a boy from a good family, Yuan Junyu also smiled: "My old man's kindness, I can't bear it in my late life."

"Cheap, cheap..." The boatman still persuaded himself, and refused to leave. He pulled up the pale floral curtain behind him, his little feet trembled, and he jumped out of the cabin, singing in a low and hoarse female voice: "On the one hand, the style is full of charm, and on the other hand, it is full of tenderness and hatred." Those two exquisite feet sang and trembled, and the new moon on the strings had not yet passed.

Is it an orphan raised?Or your own children?Yuan Junyu guessed, and while guessing, he tore off the things hanging from his waist and threw them on the board of the boat.

Ding ding dong dong, ring pendants were thrown on the board of the boat, Yuan Junyu then opened the crown, it was a delicate white jade crown, holding an eight-petaled lotus in the Buddha's hand, this one was fragile, he held it in his hand, and approached the river, Throw it into the pile of rope on the peg with a thud.

This is more than one night's whoring money. The old boatman slandered and wanted to take it, but he didn't dare to move: "This..."

"Let's go," Yuan Jun said, with disheveled hair on his temples, unspeakably relaxed, "If you are capable, don't let yourself be humbled."

After a while of silence, hoarse crying came from the boat or the painting building farther away.

The boat floated away again, immersed in the hustle and bustle of the lights all over the city, and the sound of the water was getting farther and farther away with the stroke of the long pole.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and most of the people's residences in Jinling have turned off the lights, but there are still singing and dancing on both sides of the Qinhuai River, high and low, Yuan Junyu is leaning on the stone platform, almost asleep.

Suddenly, he vaguely remembered, did he still have an appointment with someone?Whether it was a real promise, or wishful thinking to meet, he couldn't say, but with such a cool breeze and such a moon, it's time to meet someone close to him.

He stood up abruptly and straightened up, like some ghost made of flower souls, suddenly broke out a wisp of soul from the mud, and drifted aimlessly.

It was also the courtyard of Qinhuai West Stream. Yuan Junyu remembered that in a place near the north of the city, he was covered in mud and walked forward in a daze. When he arrived at the place, he crossed a small arch bridge, and there was a garden gate made of black stones. , Simple atmosphere.In the few months since I left, the scallops in the Cardamom Pavilion became more lush, and the walls stretching over the water were covered with greenery. Yuan Junyu leaned over and knocked on the door, grabbing the stalks rattling, and soon became impatient. voice: "Who came here to seek death!"

"I."

As soon as the door opened, someone asked with a gun and stick: "Which one are you?"

"it's me."

"who?"

"you?"

"Ah! My son...!"

"Who?"

"Shh!"

"World……?"

The sound of rustling footsteps rushed over, and they murmured together, "It's His Royal Highness... Hurry up..."

"Oops, clumsy."

The lanterns lit up one after another, "Help in, help in."

"Ask the kitchen to make sober tea."

The blurred light flickered from far to near, "...Are you ready? The guest room has been cleaned up..."

"Keep hot water ready!"

"Yes--"

"It's all soaked through... Let me know, are the clothes clean?"

Yuan Junyu was supported to walk in, it was dark, only a few lights under the long corridor were still on, and the person leading the way in front also carried bright red crimson gauze lanterns, but it was very warm, and the dark road ahead was not scary at all. .

Chattering gathered around him, "Where's the young master?"

"Buddhist hall..."

"Oh, this..."

"Hurry up, hurry up, serve first!"

Dazed, Yuan Junyu was lying on a big couch, facing the lotus wind of the end of summer, which blew him awake a little bit. He opened his eyes to see that the dim yellow lamp was flickering on and off, and the servants were talking in low voices. The cool wet towels wiped his face alternately, and the figures in the dim light rose and shrank suddenly, carrying things like trays and copper basins back and forth.

"The prince is awake?"

As if he hadn't gotten used to the title yet, Yuan Jun Yumi stared for a while before saying, "Excuse me, bring some water."

The hangover tea had been prepared long ago, and after only two sips, the figures surrounded in front of the door were separated by a gap, from far to near, there was the crisp sound of wooden clogs tapping on the stone slab.

"Master, Master..."

"The prince is inside."

"Understood, you guys go to rest."

"My son... is drunk."

Yuan Junyu heard the words, and tried to prove that she was still awake, so she raised her back and called out "Rui'er" just like his father and brother.

Unexpectedly, Ning Ruichen chuckled and bent over: "Brother Yu, I'm really drunk."

He called everyone away, and walked in with his clogs clanging, brows and eyes raised, soaked in the oily candlelight, fluffy and shadowy, like an old painting.

"It's a mess, I thought you came back, just like in the play, a big horse and a brocade go back to your hometown—"

"You like that?" Yuan Junyu stretched out his hand and fiddled with the longevity lock on his chest, ringing and ringing.

"I don't like it." Ning Ruichen rescued his lock, pulled a soft cushion, and sat down upright, "If you do that, you won't be like Brother Yu."

"Then who am I like?"

Ning Ruichen giggled, his upright posture vanished into thin air, and he leaned lazily on the couch, with his bare feet crossed up together, he slowly hung up the Buddhist beads on his wrist, like a little fairy boy: "Like the son of the world!" .”

Yuan Junyu was stunned for a moment, unable to distinguish for a moment whether the person sitting in front of him was the Dragon Girl of Shancai next to Guanyin, or a living person in the fireworks in the world.

"You... don't move."

With some strength from somewhere, Yuan Junyu leaned over and hugged him tightly.At this time, Ning Ruichen was no longer like a painting, fresh and tense, as if aware of his dissatisfaction, let him hug him so wildly, for a long time, without saying a word, Quietly put his hand on his back, murmuring, coaxing a child and saying:

"Don't feel bad, Brother Yu, don't feel bad."

The author says:

Yujiang, a relatively family-friendly(?) man

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