Da Deyun

It was just getting dark at this moment, Da Nan was not there, Jiu Liang was also busy with the hostess and was busy with setting up teaching matters for the past two days, not to mention the second master who stayed with his wife every step of the way.

Zhang Jiuling was idle and bored, so he grabbed the young master and went to drink with Lao Qin together.

Tao Yang has something to do in the garden today, so he has to work later, so he won't see anyone when he returns home so early.

Lao Qin had such a comfortable life these days, he listened to lectures every day, didn't read books, and didn't go out to give lectures, and went to restaurants to drink when he was free.

The master doesn't scold him, and the brothers accompany him when they have time; he is the most leisurely and carefree person in the academy.

May is coming to an end, and the tung flowers are in full bloom in June.

At that time, the courtyard will be full of tung flowers, and they can drink and laugh under the tung tree again, just like in the past.

The old scene is the same as before, but the boy is gone.

Only this time, Jiuling and the young master didn't find him in Sanqing Restaurant, nor did they find him in the academy or the back mountain.

The boy went out to search for it, and came back to report that he was drinking in the Yinfeng Building. He had been drinking for a long time since the afternoon, and now he was a little dizzy.

Yinfenglou is a well-known Xunhuanlou in Shengjing. It is neither a restaurant nor a brothel. It just drinks, sings and enjoys dancing.The girls inside are tall and good-looking, some of them are down-and-out girls from the small state capital, all of them have been educated, and they speak in a quiet and elegant manner, which is far beyond the comparison of ordinary brothel girls.

Qin Xiaoxian used to stay in this small seat with his seniors for a while, listen to some music and then leave, never with him for such a long time.

Zhang Jiuling heard this, and immediately rushed over with the young master.

It's true that Yinfenglou does not sell itself as a performer, but it has everything to accompany wine and boxing, what is it like to stay here every day.It's good for a few people to watch a performance and listen to a song in the attic, but won't this person be accompanied by a few girls when he's drinking too much?In case this is a drunken nonsense, do you really want to marry someone back here!

The two didn't stop walking, and they arrived in a moment.

After entering the Yinfeng Building, the proprietress greeted him with a flattering smile, and the pungent smell of makeup made the young master take two steps back.

The boy stepped forward to stop the proprietress who was bullying her, and said seriously: "Our master is here to find someone."

"Understood!" The proprietress rolled her eyes at the boy, she pursed her mouth and seemed a little unhappy, and said, "Let's find Mr. Qin, the third room on the left on the second floor!"

Who doesn't know Deyun's young master anymore, this bad temper is also carved out of the same mold, don't take hard and soft!The proprietress just got angry, seeing how anxious she was, her Yinfeng Tower is not a prison, so she can kill someone?

Go upstairs to find someone, open the door and enter.

There was no one else in the room but a girl holding a pipa sitting opposite to Qin Xiaoxian, she looked young, wearing plain clothes, with a bright look in her eyes.

Qin Xiaoxian drank a little too much, lay on the table and looked at her red-eyed, and didn't move when Jiu Ling and the young master came.

The young master frowned, a little distressed and annoyed that iron could not be made into steel, and said: "Let's go home."

"Come on, get up." Jiu Ling followed, and the two helped Lao Qin up one after the other.

He had been drunk for a long time, his heels were weak, and his whole body was leaning on the two of them.

The masters are not dressed like ordinary people, and they look young. This girl has already found out clearly that Deyun Academy is well-known, and the young masters in it are naturally not bad.

Seeing that the young masters were about to leave, the girl stood up holding the pipa, not daring to sit any longer.

Seeing that pretending to be steady, he held up courage amidst his timidity; Lao Qin burst out laughing, and pointed with his feeble fingers.

He smiled and said, "Master, I will listen to your singing again tomorrow."

People can't stand still, their voices are dry and hoarse, they can't hear the words clearly, and the whole person is very confused.

The young master frowned, and he and Zhang Jiuling looked at each other helplessly; he was really busy recently, everyone put him down first, and he came here often after hearing this.

Before the three of them had time to turn around, the girl knelt down on the ground with a plop, her eyes filled with tears.

"Master—" the voice is sweet and glutinous, and it is a good voice.

"If you really love Xiao Nu, take me away."

It hurts to cry.

"You have been listening to Xiao Nu playing the pipa and singing continuously for the past few days. Unlike other people, you are always bullying and molesting others. Xiao Nu knows that you are a good person, please help me..."

"Xiao Nu's family is poor, so it's helpless to be bought by my father. If you like it, please take Xiao Nu away, and Xiao Nu will play the pipa for you for a lifetime."

The girl cried sadly, and spoke sincerely, put down the pipa and kowtowed several times while kneeling.

Qin Xiaoxian was still the same, with drunken red eyes, delirious, just smiling at this girl, looking like a drunk.

"Master, I'll listen to you sing again tomorrow..."

He smiled.

The young master and Jiu Ling exchanged glances, and they pushed him out of the door with support from the left and the right, and went downstairs.

After leaving the Yinfeng Building, he threw it into the carriage, and the servant rushed back to the academy.

He came out in a hurry, and there was no tea in the carriage to sober up. Jiu Ling poured water to soak the veil and wiped his red and hot face.

They couldn't tell whether it was the hotness of drunkenness or the scorching heat of fever, but it was clear that he was uncomfortable.

The young master helped him up and gave him water.

Sighing, not knowing whether he was disappointed or helpless, he shook his head.

When he arrived at the academy, he was already much better, at least he was not smiling and speaking indistinctly.

The young master and Jiu Ling helped him back to the seventh hall. The night wind blowing made him wake up a little bit and gave him a jolt.

As soon as they entered Beiyuan, the three of them ran into the servant of Guo Mansion, who seemed very anxious, as if he had just found someone from inside.

The boy saw who was coming, he breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and said to Zhang Jiuling: "Master, the second master is looking for you!"

I'm looking for it, but I didn't see anyone?

"Senior brother?" Zhang Jiuling was taken aback. Is there anything important at this late hour?Thinking about it, Brother Braid had never looked for him so late before, so he turned his head to look at Lao Qin.

"Go." The young master said.

"My uncle must have something to do with you."

"Old Qin will leave it to me." The young master smiled and motioned him to go quickly.

Zhang Jiuling nodded, motioned for the boy to come over and take over to support him, and then turned around.

The young master helped Lao Qin back to the Qingxiao Pavilion, went upstairs and helped him onto the bench, and asked the servant to go to the back kitchen to serve him hangover soup.

The attic is still the attic, but the books on the desk case have accumulated dust, and the paintings on the wall have become old.

The young master sighed, knelt down and looked at the drowsy old Qin, and said: "If you like it, tomorrow I will ask someone to redeem the girl who sings the song, and come back to play the pipa for you. But it is not allowed to enter your house." of."

Cut the window to the outside, the night breeze is gentle.

The room was very quiet, only the two of them, the veil by the window swept over his chest as soon as the night wind rolled, and the scent of flowers in the wind swept over his breath.

Old Qin smiled suddenly, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

"She'll be mad."

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Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog.