The nose was bruised, the face was swollen, the limbs ached, the waist was numb, the heart was broken, and the brain was confused.
Zhang Xiuran held the least injured waist and sat on the only intact chair with Ye Qing's help.
He said eloquently: "Fortunately, I practice my waist and horse skills regularly, otherwise I would be useless."
Seeing through his stubbornness, Ye Qing said nothing.
Wang Liu followed him and said flatteringly: "Master Zhang is really good at your skills. I really admire him."
Zhang Xiuran, whose face was full of satisfaction, looked at Wang Liu appreciatively.
If it were in the past, this look would definitely look like a dandy.
But now.
The right eye was swollen with only a slit left, the face was covered with bright red palm prints, and there were two lines of red hanging under the bridge of the nose.
Ye Qing silently looked away.
After a while, Zhang Xiuran calmed down for a moment, and seeing that Ye Qing still didn't leave, he asked:
"You came to see me today. Apart from telling me about your entry into the government office and asking me to protect your family, what else can you do?"
Speaking of business, Ye Qing ignored the funny face in front of him and said seriously:
"Young Master, please find some good people to accompany me. I'm afraid that when I bring my family out, I will be intercepted by Shan Dan's people."
Dan Dan?
The son of Yangzhou Governor!
The Four Great Talents of Huaiyang!
Zheng Ming’s backer!
These three names that he looked up to appeared in Wang Liu's mind, and he was suddenly shocked.
Then, his eyes flickered to the two people in front of him, and he continued to remain calm.
Ye Qing's meticulous care to ensure that his family was safe won Zhang Xiuran's approval.
He thought for a moment and said: "Tonight around Hai hour, you come to find me."
"Thank you, sir!"
Ye Qing saluted again, and then winked at Wang Liu, who was still silent.
Wang Liu also quickly clasped his fists, bowed, and retreated.
Walking in the corridor on the third floor of Zuixiang Pavilion.
Wang Liu, who had been thinking about Yingying Yanyan, saw Ye Qing's steady steps and determined eyes.
Ye Qing couldn't help but pulled him and said:
"Qing Xiaolang, do we really want to leave?"
Ye Qing, who knew his thoughts, explained:
"If everything goes well with Mr. Zhang, then we can stay in his private room and he will pay for all the expenses."
"But now, we have to pay for it ourselves. The price of this third floor, I remember, is ten taels of silver as the base price. Drinks and girls are not included."
"So, it's better to go to the first floor and find a seat."
Wang Liu, who breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly became very happy.
He nudged Ye Qing with his elbow, looked at the other person's confused look, and said boldly:
"I'll treat you to this one. I'll treat you to the cabbage pearls from Yuan Li. Each one is worth thirty taels. It's enough for us to play on the third floor."
He had to save a dowry for his sister and buy medicine for Zhang Weng. Ye Qing, who was completely reluctant to part with the money, said unceremoniously:
"Brother Wang, please cash in the money you paid for me. I'll find a place to stay by myself."
Looking at the confused Ye Qing, Wang Liu rolled his eyes and ignored these disappointing words.
He called over the boy, took Ye Qing and opened a private room on the third floor to play.
Ye Qing, who turned down the girl's offer and had a blushing face, took two plates of snacks and a pot of tea and sat in front of the window overlooking the Zuixiang Pavilion. Thinking about what to do next, he slowly initiated
Silenced.
Time passed in a breath.
Colorful lanterns illuminated the entire Zuixiang Pavilion.
Ye Qing's ears were filled with the chirping of warblers and frivolous words.
A life of extravagance and extravagance is just around the corner.
This is the same feeling as the old days of setting up a night stall in Pinglefang and watching the people spending huge sums of money in the Hualou restaurants across the street.
It was the first time for Ye Qing to experience all this in person, and he felt like he was in a dream.
What happened within a few days made him step into the attic from outside the attic, and even ascended to the third floor of Zuixiang Pavilion.
As soon as the Hai hour arrives.
Ye Qing walked to the main hall of the private room, heard the loud words coming from the bedroom next door, and shook his head helplessly.
He said aloud: "Brother Wang, you are busy, I will leave first."
"Okay, okay, you, you go first, I'm in the heat of the moment!" Panting words came from the bedroom.
Feeling a little embarrassed, Ye Qing touched his nose and walked out.
Within a few hours.
The elegant room occupied by Zhang Xiuran has been restored to its former splendor from a mess.
"I've met Mr. Zhang." Ye Qing bowed respectfully, his eyes falling on Mo Wanqing, who had come back from unknown time, and the middle-aged man who looked ordinary but always felt familiar.
Zhang Xiuran, who was wearing a white gauze curtain hat to hide his face, saw Ye Qing coming in.
Then he said: "You are lucky tonight. With Wanqing accompanying you, you will be fine."
Ye Qing was shocked and looked at Mo Wanqing, who was as cold as ice.
No matter how much resistance there is, it can only be reduced to one sentence at the moment.
"Ye Qing, thank you Aunt Wanqing..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiuran interrupted anxiously:
"Just call me Miss Mo."
Ye Qing, whose senses were originally very sharp, only then noticed a vague murderous intention that disappeared.
At this moment, Ye Qing was extremely confident that the iceberg who beat Zhang Xiuran into a pig's head was a rare kung fu master.
Ye Qing hurriedly said: "Ye Qing thanked Miss Mo."
The resolute and resolute Mo Wanqing strode out, and when she passed by Ye Qing, she uttered two words.
"lead the way!"
"yes!"
Even though Ye Qing has a calm temperament and has always been gentle, facing the coldness released by this iceberg, he felt that his expression was a bit stiff.
When he turned around to follow Mo Wanqing, he clearly saw the unattractive middle-aged man, with relief and gloating on his face.
The moment Ye Qing closed the door.
He clearly heard Zhang Xiuran's happy words: "I was scared to death, but now I'm gone."
Ye Qing's mouth twitched and he quickly followed Mo Wanqing.
Under the fearful eyes of the girls and boys in Zuixiang Pavilion, and the coveted and coveted expressions of the patrons.
The two of them were walking in the bustling Pingle Square. Wherever they passed, pedestrians avoided them and stared at them in surprise.
This made Ye Qing, who always liked to hide himself, feel uncomfortable all over.
He tilted his head slightly and glanced at the fiery red figure who was ignoring everything and following him two steps away.
She sighed with emotion in her heart: "What a strange woman!"
With Mo Wanqing present, the closed gate of Pinglefang was open unobstructed, and the criminals and Yangzhou guards patrolling the main street in the city completely ignored Ye Qing and the other two.
This scene shocked Ye Qing.
Thinking that Mo Wanqing did not show his waistband along the way, and the clothes on his body had no patterns, and these people seemed to all know Mo Wanqing.
Ye Qing, who had never thought about riding his sister, could only blame all this on the fiery red cloak on his body that was completely different from his temperament.
Half an hour later.
There was no light in Qifengfang, which I had not set foot in for several days, and it looked desolate and desolate.
If you are not walking on the main street of Fangli, you can hear voices coming from the houses on both sides from time to time.
Qifengfang, known as Huaiyang's slums, at night looks more like a desolate and lonely village abandoned in the mountains without any human traces.
Mo Wanqing, who had not spoken a word during the whole journey, looked at everything around her by the moonlight and stars. Thinking of Ye Qing's warm soup noodles, she asked aloud:
"This is where you live?"
The question asked by the cold voice made Ye Qing feel surprised and puzzled.
He smiled gently, retracted his hands into his sleeves, and said calmly:
"Yes, it looks dilapidated, but it's full of humanity and fireworks."
Mo Wanqing frowned, and her eyes fell on the sides of the main street. The night fragrance and filth that had not been cleaned were exuding an odor that made her feel sick.
She stopped asking questions and quickened her pace.
Ye Qing looked at the fiery red figure that suddenly surpassed him and said in confusion: "Miss Mo, it's not over there, we should turn east."
The fiery red figure suddenly froze on the spot.
At this time, Mo Wanqing jumped back suddenly, drew a beautiful fiery red arc under the moon, and landed in front of Ye Qing.