Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 84

Maybe it's to show my favor, maybe it's another intention, no matter what, this imperial decree is not harmful to me.

Fang Xiaobai estimated that Zhu Yousong took the initiative to show his goodwill, and wanted to find him as a backer, or he wanted to use some methods to test his weaknesses, so as to better win over him and ensure that his throne was worry-free and a complete conspiracy. , It's a pity that Zhu Yousong is going to miscalculate.

When I was studying in university in later generations, I have seen a lot of darkness under the sun, such as the default quota before the exam, the test paper score is artificially lowered, the exam answer is revealed to the student who paid the money, or my relatives, and the bursary gives the family conditions. A good student, just because the other person is close to the counselor, and he happens to be short of money and so on and so on.

At that time, I was poor and had no background, and I was beaten by a group of people with resources. I dared not speak out, and I hated it very much.

He never thought that one day he would actually become the object of his hatred, and he would not even have to move his mouth to reach a height that others could not reach in his life. Zhu Yousong personally sent it up, lamenting the impermanence of the world.

Seeing that it was still early, Fang Xiaobai threw the imperial decree aside, and quickly turned to warm the bed: In this cold world, only this bed still has a little warmth.

Waking up again, the sky darkened slightly, Fang Xiaobai changed into a flamboyant white brocade robe, and spent a designated card to summon a new guardian wood elf faction assassin-type hero Dodan, the stalker, excited Go to the famous Qinhuai River.

In order not to be kicked out of the boat because he didn't understand the rules, Fang Xiaobai deliberately found Zheng Sen's residence first, and forced him to "please" him to take him to play.

Walking on the empty street, Dodan held a lantern to illuminate the two of them. He was not surprised by the extra guard Zheng Sen beside Fang Xiaobai. After an afternoon of investigation, he himself was convinced that the person in front of him was the broken Rupp.

"Uncle, if you want to go to the Qinhuai River, you can go alone. Why are you dragging me down?"

"Hey, am I afraid that if I don't understand the rules, I will be kicked off the boat?"

"Uncle, looking at the entire city of Nanjing, who would dare to drive you away? Besides, it's not easy to go on a boat on the Qinhuai River. Without an invitation, they won't let you on board."

"What? Then what to do?"

Zheng Sen paused, and the corner of his mouth curled upwards: "How about this, I will take you to a good place, which is also near the Qinhuai River."

"to make!"

Fang Xiaobai didn't know what it was, so he slipped into Zheng Sen's open pocket in a daze.

The two changed directions, and under the guidance of Zheng Sen, they came down to a spring building with a plaque of "Meixiang Building". Seeing Zheng Sen's gradually wretched smile, Fang Xiaobai felt a big headache.

"Brother Zheng, I don't want to solve physical problems..."

"Everyone is a man, I understand!"

In history, Guo Xingye did not behave like this!Fang Xiaobai turned around and was about to leave.Zheng Sen hurriedly pulled him back: "If you come, you will be safe. If you come, you will regret it if you don't go in and have a look."

"Then let's make an appointment, only drink and eat food, and don't call me a woman."

"A word is settled!"

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and walked into Meichun Tower under the warm invitation of the madam outside the door.

As soon as he entered the building, Fang Xiaobai's eardrums were filled with noises of noise, playfulness and teasing. He accidentally found that Zheng Sen handed the old bust a few taels of silver and said something in a low voice. Go inside.

"The two uncles came at just the right time~ The number one Xiangjun in the Meichun Tower~ Today is just a good time to perform, the two uncles have good eyesight~"

Hearing the procuress' deliberately pretending voice, and seeing her disgusting white and red make-up, Fang Xiaobai almost couldn't hold back.

Opening the door of the inner room, the world suddenly became quiet. A small high platform that looked like a stage was placed in the north, and a dozen square low tables were neatly scattered under the small high platform. To the high platform, it seems that something attracts them.

"Brother Zheng, do you know who that Xiangjun is?"

It was the first time to participate in such an event, and it would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. He could go to the battlefield to fight the enemy without fear, and he could fight one against five without dying, but when he encountered this kind of thing, somehow he became nervous.

Zheng Sen looked at Fang Xiaobai for a while, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Uncle, you haven't..."

"Call me Lord Hou, I was upgraded this afternoon."

Fang Xiaobai violently broke the topic, this is his biggest scar in the past 20 years, whoever brings it up is in a hurry.

"understand!"

Zheng Sen gave him a look that any man could understand, Fang Xiaobai shrugged helplessly, decided to ignore this guy, and buried himself in eating peanuts and dried fruits on the table.

The tea was changed five or six times, most of the cakes on the table were wiped out, and the legendary Xiangjun still didn't show up, so Fang Xiaobai didn't care, as long as he had something to eat.

Zheng Sen and the other guests couldn't sit still, and someone asked the old bustard loudly: "Chun Niang! We have been waiting for half an hour, why hasn't Miss Xiangjun come out?"

"Yes, we spent so much money, but we didn't come here for tea!"

Seeing the complaints from the guests, the madam retreated into the rear boudoir to inquire about the situation while apologizing that it was not to appease her emotions.

"Xiangjun, what time is it, the guests outside are waiting impatiently! If you don't go out, they're going to make a fuss! My good aunt, for my sake, go on stage."

Xiang Jun was indifferent, still combing her drooping hair, looking at the dressing table in front of her with blurred eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

"Mother Chun, as I said, in this life, I will not marry you if you are not the son of a prince. If he marries me in the future, I will not be on stage for a day."

"You silly girl, what's so good about being named Hou? If you want money but don't have money, and if you have an official status, you will only suffer if you marry him. Those people outside are different. They are either rich or expensive. In my eyes, maybe you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life, Mr. Xiang!"

Seeing that Miss Xiangjun refused to enter, she gritted her teeth and said: "Xiangjun, if you don't come on stage, I will let you pick up the guests! I will cut off your thoughts from now on!"

Miss Xiangjun's pupils gradually gained focus, and her hand combing her hair unconsciously stopped: "Okay, I can go on stage, but Mother Chun, you have to promise me one thing."

"Oh, don't say one thing, even ten things mom promises you, come on stage quickly, the guests can't wait."

Miss Xiangjun got up slowly, packed up her mood, came to the front desk, took the pipa presented by the maid, and the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" spread throughout the room through her moving voice. (I won’t write the lyrics, I’m afraid you will talk about the number of words.)
Fang Xiaobai raised his head, with half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his mouth. After listening carefully for a while, he felt that it was not as good as the music of later generations of Kugou, so he lowered his head again to fight against the cake.

Zheng Sen is a scholar, so he can naturally hear the meaning of Miss Xiangjun's song, and he can't help but look sad: "It seems that Li Xiangjun has someone who admires him, and those who come here today are probably going to return home in vain."

"What are you talking about? You can't spend a few taels of silver on eating."

Naturally, Zheng Sen wouldn't eat and drink like Fang Xiaobai regardless of his image. He noticed that the literati sitting next to him were obviously disdainful when they dressed up as guests.

　Those words at the beginning should be regarded as my groaning without illness, the dream is gone, shattered by the dark reality...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)