In the spring night in the capital, a horse was running amok. Ignoring the scolding behind him, the boy shook the reins in a panic and urged the horse to gallop.
Where to go? Where to find help?
Cheng family...
"Hurry up, run faster, otherwise, your husband will be beaten to death."
The little girl's urgent voice echoed in my ears from time to time.
The boy grinned and cried loudly.
What to do? What to do?
Mr. Shiro just pissed off the second lady when he was leaving. If he goes back like this, can he bring in someone to help?
No, you can't go to the Cheng family, go to the eldest lady, go to the eldest lady!
The eldest lady is at the Zhou family. He knows where the Zhou family is. When she left, Sister Banqin took him on the journey several times until he remembered it firmly.
At that time, he complained that Sister Banqin was tormenting people, but now it seems that Sister Banqin is really prescient.
The boy whipped his riding whip hard, and the horse galloped past the newly opened snack night market.
At this time, the night in Zhou's house was peaceful, and the lights in Zhoulang's courtyard were brightly lit.
"This is my gift to you."
Saturday Lang took a deep breath and pushed a large box in front of him.
"a lot of?"
He said again, seemingly indifferent to the other person's questions.
"Not much, this is all I have in three years."
At this point, he raised his head again, reached out and grabbed the box back.
"No, no, it's like I've been thinking about her for three years." He muttered, "What are you doing in such detail!"
After frowning for a moment, Zhou Lang took a deep breath and pushed the box in front of him again.
"Hey, this is for you." He said in a nonchalant tone.
"Ask whatever you want, just take it. What are there so many of?"
After saying that, he was silent for a moment, then reached out and pulled the box back.
"This woman has a bad temper, so maybe she will throw it back." He frowned and said, getting angry again, "Throw it back, throw it back, it seems like I have to give it to her! Do you want your love?"
"
"You actually prepared a gift for Qin Shisan. What did Qin Shisan give her?"
Just as he was muttering, there was a sound of footsteps stepping outside the door.
"Sixth Young Master, Sixth Young Master," the boy shouted, "Ms. Cheng is here..."
She's coming! She's coming!
She actually came to him!
Liu Lang stood up suddenly, and then thought of something again. He reached out in a panic to pick up the box and started to hide it. However, he didn't know where to hide it for a moment. He stumbled as he walked in a hurry. The lid of the box was opened, and the contents inside were thrown open.
Things clattered to the ground.
Gold and silver jewelry, bracelets, hairpins, carved wooden dolls, etc. were scattered.
Liu Lang hurriedly squatted down and put things into the box haphazardly, when someone was already standing at the door.
"This is not for you!" Zhou Lang shouted hurriedly, raising his head.
The boy by the door looked at him puzzled.
"What's for me?" he asked.
Saturday Lang looked behind him. It was quiet at night in the courtyard. Two or three maids were standing on the corridor muttering and laughing. There was no one else.
"Where is Mrs. Cheng?" he asked.
"Ms. Cheng is here, crying and shouting..." the boy said hurriedly.
Zhou Lang sighed and sat on the floor.
"Come just come, what does it have to do with me?" he said angrily.
Scared to death!
"Sir, Mrs. Cheng then hurried away with the visitor, taking away many people and all of them with weapons." The young man said hurriedly, "The people at the door only heard the young man crying and saying something about Desheng.
Lou, an oiran, a high-ranking official, I have beaten you to death for a few words, I am afraid that something will happen, so I asked you to go..."
When he said that Mrs. Cheng left in a hurry with the visitor, Liu Lang had already jumped up and walked away.
The boy finished the rest of his words in a daze, then realized that the person in front of him had left, turned around and ran back again when he saw the person.
"Where did she go?" Zhou Lang asked.
I just said what I said next in vain...
"Deshenglou." The boy said quickly and simply.
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A scream sounded, but then fell silent.
A drunken guest on the Hongqiao in Desheng Building shook his head and looked around. The hall below was already full of people. The banquet was in full swing at this time, but the boxes on the left and right were cut off from all sounds, making it quiet and elegant.
"Guanren? What's wrong?"
asked the official prostitute who was supporting him.
"It's okay, it's okay, I heard it wrong." The drunkard said with a smile, holding the official prostitute's waist, "Why are there screams in this Desheng Building?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door of the box opposite opened and a group of people poured out.
"Let's go quickly." The leading man said with a bit of ferocity.
Two men behind him followed cautiously, and after that, several men held up three men respectively.
"This, this..." The drunkard rubbed his eyes, "How does it look..."
"What are you looking at? I've never seen you drunk before?" Seeing him looking over, the leading man immediately lowered his face and shouted.
So fierce, the drunk man was so frightened that he hugged the official prostitute and hurriedly gave way on the bridge, but he couldn't help but look at the so-called drunk men who were being held up.
The first two were fine, they smelled like urine, but the last one had his arms hanging limply and his head hanging...
It doesn't look like he's drunk...
The drunkard couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
At this moment there was a commotion downstairs.
"What are you doing? Who are you..."
The drunkard couldn't help but look over and saw a group of people pouring in from outside the door, holding bows and arrows in their hands.
Bow and arrow?
"It's them!" The boy looked up at the covered bridge, pointed with his hand and screamed, "Fourth Young Master!"
This heartbreaking sound penetrated the eardrums of the drunkards in this noisy Desheng Building.
What are you doing?
The drunkard looked over with wide eyes and saw the people coming over raising their bows and arrows and pointing them at him. Before his thoughts could pass, the arrows were already flying towards him like meteors.
Mother!
The drunkard put his hands on his head and screamed as he squatted down. His crotch felt hot, and there was a smell of urine in his breath. He had completely sobered up from the alcohol and felt dizzy.
With a bang, the door was opened, and the overwhelming sound poured out of the room.
"Fourteen officials! Something happened!"
This shout made the young official, who was being fed wine by an official prostitute, look over.
"What happened?" he asked casually.
Before he finished speaking, footsteps hurriedly sounded outside the door.
"What are you doing? Stop..."
The shouts were immediately followed by the sounds of blows and cries of pain.
Sure enough, something happened!
Everyone in the hall came to their senses. The high-ranking official also pushed the official prostitute away and sat up straight. Before he could ask, the people outside the door had already come in.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Mrs. Mo screamed and looked at the men standing in the hall holding bows and arrows.
"You are neither a soldier nor a soldier. You hold a bow and arrow privately, but you still dare to beat people in Desheng Tower. I have rebelled against you!"
No one paid attention to her.
"The lady is here."
With a shout, the men hurriedly moved out of the way, and the onlookers upstairs and downstairs suddenly felt their eyes light up, and a woman appeared in their sight.
In the brightly lit Desheng Building, amidst the colorful flowers and flowers, this thin girl in a dark green blouse and floral skirt instantly became the center of attention.
It is not that Desheng Tower does not accept female guests, but they can only come during the day and during the Lantern Festival. Most of the time, especially at night, this place belongs to men and official prostitutes.
This is the first time I have seen such a virtuous girl from a boudoir, accompanied by so many attendants armed with weapons. The sharp contrast between one soft and one tough brings a strange beauty.
People upstairs and downstairs were slightly distracted when they saw him, and the scene became even quieter.
"Lady."
Two men carried Cheng Silang over.
"Shiro-kun!" The boy cried and crawled over. When he saw the young man with his eyes closed and motionless, he howled immediately.
"The injuries are all on the body. They are not visible on the face. They are all superficial wounds." The attendant said. He paused here and his eyes fell on Cheng Silang's hand. "It's just that the right wrist was broken."
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.
"Banqin." She said.
The maid standing behind responded and stepped forward to listen. After hearing Cheng Jiaoniang say a few words, she immediately turned around and ran away.
Lady?
Madam Mo, who had been ignored all this time, seemed to remember something.
"Then do you know who the sister of my official family is?"
The boy's voice sounded again in his ears.
Could it be that the boy was really competing with others? Instead of going crazy or saying the wrong thing?
Could this be...
She looked at the woman in front of her, but the woman didn't look at her. She stood dignified and straight, which made people unconsciously feel a sense of awe.
"Where is he?" she asked.
I’m going to ask! I’m going to beat myself up!
It's not always like this. When something goes wrong, they are the first to be unlucky.
They are like chickens. No matter when, no matter if it is their fault or not, they are picked up first and beaten and scolded. They are the ones who are killed to show the monkeys.
Madam Mo shouted in her heart and subconsciously stepped back.
"What are you going to do..." she screamed.
Before she finished speaking, people had already passed her.
Madam Mo was stunned for a moment, a little in disbelief.
Passed?
She turned around and saw the woman walking striding surrounded by ten attendants, her blouse flying, and the golden rim on it looming under the lamp.
Cheng Guanren….
Procedure?
The wife of the Cheng family?
Procedure…!
Lady Cheng!
It can’t be that one! Mrs. Cheng!
Madam Mo's eyes suddenly widened.
Jiangzhou fool!
"Then you are really from a fool's family..." Madam Mo murmured.
"Who are you?"
Gao Xiaoguan asked slowly.
Looking at the men standing in the hall with bows and arrows pointed at them.
After a moment of panic, they all fell silent in the hall. The few people who were obviously domestic servants could not scare them no matter how fierce and strong they were.
What's more, the emperor's feet in the capital are not so chaotic that he can kill people at will.
Accompanying the high official's questions, several people were thrown in to answer him.
Seeing these people, Gao Xiaoguan narrowed his eyes and understood.
These people were the attendants he sent to teach Mr. Cheng Cheng a lesson just now. They seemed to be at a disadvantage at this time.
However, there didn't seem to be any bloody wounds on their bodies. After being thrown in, they were holding their arms and struggling to get up. They were probably hit by something heavy.
I didn't expect that Lang Jun's help would come so quickly and there would be quite a few people here.
But he was not afraid. There had never been anything that made him afraid in this capital city.
I think these people also know this, otherwise why would the bows and arrows they hold in their hands have their arrowheads broken off?
If you really dare to hurt him or his people, there will be no turning back even if you draw your bow.
A disdainful smile appeared on Gao Xiaoguan's lips.
"Are you the one who wants to be a husband?" he asked, "What do you want to do?"
"I wanted to ask what you are doing."
The sound came from outside the door.
The young official Gao sneered, but immediately his smile froze.
Female voice?
Is it a woman?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and a person stepped in from the door.
It is indeed a woman.
After seeing the description of this woman, the high-ranking official couldn't help but lose consciousness.
Under the light, a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old stood quietly with her hands raised, wearing a wide and loose dark blue satin blouse, an ordinary chest-length plain flower skirt, her black hair was pulled high, and only a wooden hairpin was inserted, as if to cast her hair.
She was wearing pink and white, but she didn't seem to have any. Her face was as white as jade, her lips were a little red, her earlobes were fair, and she had no accessories on her body. She just stood there quietly without a trace of expression, just like the person in the painting.
There was silence in the hall, everyone was obviously distracted.
In Desheng Building, we can still see such stunning beauty...
"Are you a high-ranking official?" the woman asked.
This statement made the whole scene come alive, and everyone came back to their senses.
It's not a painting, it's alive.
"I am you..." Gao Xiaoguanren's expression was softer.
He is still very gentle towards women, especially beauties.
"Did you injure my brother?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
With her words, Cheng Silang was carried in.
Seeing Cheng Silang being carried in, Madam Zhu, who had been kneeling next to Gao Xiaoguan with a dull expression, suddenly woke up.
"Cheng Langjun." She shouted, standing up and staggering to rush over.
But as soon as he took two steps, Gao Xiaoguan reached out and grabbed him, and with a scream, he was thrown back violently.
The expression of the high-ranking official who made this move remained unchanged.
elder brother?
It turned out to be my sister.
Gao Xiaoguan smiled, bent his knees and changed into a comfortable posture.
When will men, if they are bullied outside, act like their younger sisters and step forward?
Cheng Shilang's family is really interesting.
"I asked people to beat me, little lady, what do you want?" he asked with a smile.
"I have to ask clearly before I know what to do." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The young official Gao laughed.
This little lady is interesting. She doesn't look anxious or crying. It seems that she really just wants to ask.
