It's hard to seal a fool

In February, the spring is cold, and the honorable people in Ningjing City are still wearing thick clothes, and the clothing stores are already busy making spring clothes.

Now that the night market is just opening, there is a lot of traffic in the west market, and you can still see young men and women in crane cloaks going in and out of teahouses and restaurants, waving folding fans inappropriately, not knowing whether it is cold or hot.

"Young Master! Young Master!" Fa Cai and Hopeful followed closely the figure in front of him, watching his young master walking towards the Qin building in front of him without turning his feet. He didn't know whether he was running or frightened. The room was covered with fine thin sweat.

"If Mrs. Guo knows that you are coming to this kind of place, she will definitely break your legs!"

"If you don't tell me, how would she know?" The young man turned his head, his almond eyes were carrying the street lights, he squinted his eyes in a good mood, and walked forward quickly. "Follow up, Bu Qing should wait in a hurry."

The lanterns hung in mid-air, exuding a dim halo.The streets are crowded with people, and the heat exhaled fills the surroundings.

The juggler juggler was performing a fire-breathing performance, and the fiery red light shone on the cheeks of the people around him. Cheers and shouts followed one after another, and the copper plates fell into the bowl and onto the table, clanging.

At the gate of Yiyue Tower, Ning Buqing was hiding behind a pillar and looking around, seeing Song Qingming approaching slowly from a distance, jumped out and waved, "Here it is!"

Song Qingming strode closer, reached out and knocked on Ning Buqing's head with a fan, "Next time deliver the letter through the front door, I will screw your head off. Do you have to let my mother know that I am not serious here? , or do you want to kill me?"

Everyone knows that the second son of the Duke of Wei's mansion is a restless master, wandering around every day, doing everything except gambling and courting concubines, but Mrs. Duke of Wei does not believe that his son is an unscrupulous dude. Always trying to catch him.

Ning Buqing was chased and beaten by Song Qingming, crying around the pillar and begging for mercy.Song Qingming was having a good time, and just stepped into the threshold, two slender women greeted him, and he suddenly stepped back like a soul, turning his head to look behind him.

I saw lanterns and festoons on the opposite side, people coming and going, and a plaque with the inscription "Nanfeng Pavilion" hanging high up. I looked up and saw that this was a high-end kiln with vivid decorations, but there were no women waiting to solicit customers.In the distance, the singing of an actor floated from inside.

Song Qingming smelled the thick smell of makeup and powder around him, and changed his mind.

"Newly opened across the street? What is it?"

"My lord, it's been a long time since you came here. It's been open years ago when it's not on the table, and it competes with our building every day for customers." Song Qingming put it on his body.

"Why haven't you been here for a long time? I haven't been here."

"Sister Hongyuan is singing today, if you don't come in, it will be too late..."

"It's hardest to bear the grace of a beauty." Song Qingming squinted his eyes, pushed the beauty away with one hand but without a trace, and raised his eyebrows at Ning Buqing, "Go and see?"

"Let's go." There are Qin Lou and Chu Pavilions on the left and right, so naturally everyone can try something new.Ning Buqing shook her fan and smiled, and followed Song Qingming in a panic.

"Grandpa, uncle, don't go!"

The beauty behind her came back to her senses and stomped her feet angrily.The servant behind Song Qingming was crying, and stepped into the gate of the Nanfeng Pavilion opposite with the courage to face death.

He blamed the eldest son of the Hua family when he said it, thinking bitterly, if he hadn't used words to provoke the master, no matter how successful the little overlord Song of the Duke's Mansion was, he wouldn't have come to the Qin Tower to do such an outrageous thing.

It's over, when Fa Cai thought of the board of the Duke's Mansion, his buttocks started to hurt.

"Nanfeng Hall——Nanfeng knows what I want, blowing dreams to Xizhou, what a good name." Song Qingming didn't know what the servants thought, and walked in swaggeringly with his hands behind his back. The two young men walking by heard him These words have a strange look on them.

The lobby was filled with warmth, and there were a few scattered tables where people were laughing and whispering. On the stage, there was an actor playing a pipa. Song Qingming had never heard the lyrics, but only heard that the name of the lyric was "Congratulations to the Bridegroom".

"Six years in the lonely hall. The most unforgettable, the red rutabaga pillow, tears lightly. After the candles and candles of your life, it seems like a wife singing with her husband. Only me, Luo Qun, is as cold as iron, and holding peaches and shengs is rare. The screen window is bright. Huh? I, no matter how melancholy..."

The male actor sang softly, Song Qingming raised his eyes and met his affectionate eyes, but he didn't know who he was singing to.

He suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.

"What's the matter, there is no girl to accompany the men?" Ning Buqing said loudly and looked around, only to find that there were all men around.

Some teenagers wear their clothes loosely on their bodies, or they are weak and boneless or sit upright at the table. Although they have different styles, they are born with good looks.

"It seems that Mr. Lang really doesn't know what the Nanfeng Pavilion is about." The young man who greeted the guests came up and said with a smile.

The young man looked up and down at Song Qingming who was standing in front of him, with almond eyes and straight brows, red lips and white teeth, he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face was a bit old-fashioned.

Looking at what he was wearing again, he was wearing a moon-white robe and a crow-blue crane cloak, and he was shaking a folding fan leisurely in his hand. This fan alone was the ration of ordinary people for one month.

At this time, Nan Feng, Nan Feng, seeing this scene, Song Qingming, who had only dared to listen to a little song after living for 15 years, finally understood.

"Let's go." Song Qingming pulled Ning Buqing's sleeve and was about to go outside.

"Don't." Ning Buqing stopped him instead, "We have made a bet, Hua Youdao was mocking us yesterday for not even daring to go to the Yiyue Tower, so tell him tomorrow that we have been to Nanfeng Let’s see what else he’s proud of!”

"You melon skin."

The corner of Song Qingming's mouth twitched, and the two young men followed the trend and pulled them in.

People here are the ones who know how to look at people the most. Although the young man in the moon white robe has a smile on his face, he is not easy to greet, but the one who follows behind him looks very deceiving.

"It's the first time for gentlemen to come here. Even if you don't have sex with others, it's good to listen to the ditties in the private room under the hall. What's more, the relationship between men and men is mysterious. Compared with women, perhaps we understand gentlemen better." Intentions." One of them chuckled lightly, and said to Ning Bu crisply.

"No, I can't use that guy with a child mole."

Song Qingming glanced at the lobby, a rough man in his thirties and 40s was reaching out and kneading the buttocks of the young man beside him, the young man twisted his body with a blushing face and whispered something.

"I want a private room. You don't need to be waited on. Just serve a pot of good tea." Song Qingming lowered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see the emotions brewing in his eyes.

Wang Wang's sharp eyes saw his young master's hands trembling slightly.

"Master, how about... let's go." He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "That's all for Madam, if even the Duke of the country knows about this, it will be a mixed doubles..."

Song Qingming frowned, and Ning Buqing also looked at Song Qingming tentatively. If Qingming left, he would be embarrassed to stay longer. After a while, a very soft voice came from his ear.

"I can."

Ning Buqing was stunned, what can I do?It's just going to the private room to sit for a while. Fortunately, tomorrow he will brag with Hua Youdao. How did it become a big event for Song Qingming?Ning Buqing didn't understand, but she was still touched by watching.

After all, my friends acted as if they were risking their lives for themselves.

They sat down in the private room, and the young lady put down the bead curtain after serving the tea, and quickly retreated.

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