Bamboo Raw Huaian

Chapter 1

Thirteen entered the room, closed the door, shut out the teasing and meng lang's talk, shook his head amusedly, and then looked up at the man lying on the couch.

Tall and slender, with narrow eyebrows and eyes narrowed together, obviously a little drunk.This is the palm guard of the Ministry of Industry, he has seen it several times in other places.

Seeing him coming in, the man snorted sarcastically, "You are too hard to invite." After speaking, he tried his best to stare at a pair of small mouse-like eyes to see his reaction.

Shisan ignored him, walked to the incense table, and casually brushed the hair on the sideburns with one hand.The other hand, which was going to light the incense, paused, turned its head, and looked at the man with a pair of phoenix eyes.

"Use what you usually use." The man hummed.

So he picked a point.

The smoke circled and rose slowly, blurring his brows and eyes.The fragrance of Nanfeng Pavilion is always like this, sweet and greasy, making people panic.But only this kind of fragrance is strong enough to cover up the lingering rotten smell.

Walking over, leaning on the man like a boneless man, leisurely poured a glass of wine and brought it to his mouth, and apologized with a smile: "I was delayed by a young man who didn't know the rules, so I kept you waiting for a long time."

The man felt comfortable holding such a fragrant and soft little beauty in his arms.

"Did you go to Caishikou yesterday?" the man tilted his head and sipped his wine and asked.After thinking about it, as if he was afraid that he would not understand, he added viciously, "Zheng Li is among the people killed in this wave."

Thirteen has contacts with the young master of the Zheng family.It is not the communication of flesh and blood, but the communication of tasting tea and presenting poems.A young man from a family is talking to a little singer, and anyone who hears it will be from ear to ear and pass it on as a joke.

Men naturally know it too.It is precisely because I know that I deliberately tease him.The little singer in front of me is always obedient and obedient in dealing with others, and this is also normal for others, but Shisan always makes people feel that his obedience is not always servile, but arrogant and too lazy to fight with others compromise.

It's just a little song!This time, it's up to him to be angry.Men think so.

Thirteen slowly put down the wine glass, still leaning on his arms, lowered his eyes slightly, and concealed the emotions in those phoenix eyes without a trace.After a few breaths, when it opened again, it was no different from usual.

Still smiling faintly, Shisan said: "I had a guest yesterday, so I didn't join in the fun."

Didn't see the desired reaction.

The man frowned and exerted some strength in his hands.

Thirteen naturally felt the man's displeasure, and obediently raised her head to his mouth to lick the wine stains at the corner of the man's mouth.He knows best how to please people.

Sure enough, the man dropped the previous topic, biting his lips with a mouth that smelled of alcohol.Thirteen obediently opened his mouth and let him barge in. Two white jade-like arms were wrapped around his neck, and his breathing became a little disordered.

After a long time, the man let go of his lips panting heavily, and whispered in his ear: "Do you know why the Zheng family was wiped out?"

Unable to get around, Thirteen simply followed, looking up and waiting for his next words.

"The Zheng family belongs to the King of Huai'an, so the King of Huai'an has disturbed the foundation of the old clan. This is why those old people want to bite back."

Relying on his drunkenness, the man rather complacently showed off the secrets he had heard in the officialdom, making sure to make the little singer take a look at him.

"The king of Huai'an was dragged to death this time, and the Zheng family has to abandon it even if they don't. Because of this matter, no one dared to enter the palace for many days, and no one dared to touch that bad guy. .”

The voice lowered again: "Who is that big shot you are here today? Isn't that the one who came here to vent his anger?"

After drinking, men dare to say anything.

He paused, as if he had thought of something interesting, and suddenly laughed wantonly.

"He's living hell, he has today hahahaha..."

Probably because he drank too much wine, smiling and laughing, the man fell on Shisan, vomited with a "wow", his head tilted, and he fell asleep.

Thirteen helplessly looked down at Luo Shan, which was stained with filth, and didn't dislike it. He fetched a basin of water, wiped the man's body neatly, put him on the couch, changed himself into clean clothes, and sat on the couch. Be lost in thought.

After staying for a while, I suddenly felt that the room smelled of incense or wine, and it was really suffocating, so I got up and opened the door to go out, intending to catch my breath.

Outside, the old men and young men gathered in twos and threes, either talking nonsense to add to the fun, or talking about the Zheng family that was exterminated.

Thirteen was unhappy, too lazy to entertain these people, turned around, and headed towards Nanhu.

It is said to be Nanhu Lake, but it is just a pool of running water enclosed in Nanfeng Pavilion. It is not big, but deep.There are some pear trees planted next to it. You can enjoy flowers in spring and pick pears in autumn. Such a bit of literati elegance is rare in Fengyuechang. Therefore, the pool is not big, but it has become the signboard of Nanfeng Pavilion.

It's still cold in mid-March, and the pear blossoms haven't reached their full bloom yet, and gentlemen who study taste rarely come here.

If you come back in a month, the courtyard is really full of spring scenery.

Shisan came here at this time, just to try to be quiet.

The evening sun is golden, sprinkled on the South Lake one after another, sparkling and dazzling.

Zheng Li prefers this kind of flash.

At the age of 15 that year, he followed Mr. Zheng to the south of the Yangtze River for the first time, just in time for his fireworks display in the first lunar month.On the day I rushed back to the capital, I ran over to find Shisan before dawn, and excitedly told him how gentle the fireworks in the south of the Yangtze River were, which was not at all the same as the atmosphere in the capital.

"Isn't there a first word that says 'the east wind puts flowers and thousands of trees at night, and the stars blow down like rain', that's probably what it looks like."

Zheng Li's eyes sparkled, and he promised him, "I'll redeem you when I save enough money, and I'll take you to see the fireworks in Jiangnan!"

Where are the fireworks different, Thirteen thought to himself.

However, looking at Zheng Li's excited eyes, he didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

So Zheng Li was very happy, and dragged him to run wildly around the South Lake.In the end, it was two and a half-year-old children who went crazy and ignored them, kicked and smashed a porcelain bottle all the way, and were scolded a lot.

It is said in the market that the young son of the Zheng family is absurd, and he has a heart-to-heart relationship with a little singer.

Only Shisan knew about it, and Zheng Li was probably the only one who had a heart-to-heart relationship.

He never dared to tell that simple aristocratic son about his messy and rags, that he dirty others for nothing.

Most people who are struggling in the dark want to catch a little light.

Zheng Li is his light.

It's just that the light is gone after all.

Thirteen is a person who came here in a difficult time. I have seen countless life and death partings. After seeing too many, the feelings will fade.It's just that when he heard the news of Zheng Li's death, he still couldn't help but think how frightened such a blank person would be when he looked at the blood-stained guillotine.

He was reluctant, but what can he do.A visitor came, and he couldn't even see him one last time.

That's all, that's all!

How many years have passed like this.

He let out a heavy sigh, as if he wanted to vent out the resentment of his life.

Shisan stood by the South Lake for a long while, feeling cold all over, so he planned to go into his room.

That Zhang Gu has a small position and a strong temper. When he wakes up and can't see anyone, he will definitely have another fight.

Just as he was about to turn around after thinking this way, he saw a group of people coming out of the building, heading towards Nanhu.

Five or six people, one of them hugged and sang, but they didn't look at the one in their arms, and turned their heads to talk to the one hugged inside.The man in the middle listened nonchalantly and didn't speak, but he could make people feel the coercion coming from his face. He seemed to be used to being in a high position for a long time.

Thirteen couldn't help but think of the "big man" the man told him.

Whether it is true or not, a person with such an imposing manner is ultimately something he can't afford to provoke.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Shisan took a few steps back to the side of the road, bowed his body and waited for someone to pass first.

He smelled sandalwood first, and then a pair of official boots appeared in his sight. The black satin surface was embroidered with gold thread, showing a low-key but prominent appearance.

There are so many boots, only this pair, step by step, walking calmly and leisurely.

The official boots with black satin and gold thread stopped in Shisan's line of sight so abruptly.

The owner of the boots didn't speak, just looked at him from the top of his head, as if he was remembering something.

Thirteen frowned indistinctly, wondering when he had provoked this big shot—he didn't want to get into trouble.

Before he could figure out why, a bony hand stretched out, pinched his chin, and forced him to raise his head.

The man's hands were surprisingly strong, and together with the thick calluses honed from years of martial arts practice, it hurt him a lot.It's just that his face still calmly let that person scrutinize him, and lowered his eyes in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, a man's deep voice came over: "Fengmu Danlip, your name is Shisan?"

Although it was a question, there was no question in that tone.

Thirteen pressed his doubts, and obediently opened his mouth to answer gently.

The man withdrew his hand and said "I want this man", without knowing who he was telling, he walked away.

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Dongfeng night puts flowers and trees.It blows down and the stars are like rain.BMW engraved cars on the road.The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and the fish and dragon danced overnight.

Moer snow willow golden strands.The smile was filled with fragrance.People look for him thousands of Baidu.Suddenly looking back, the person was there, dimly lit.