The reborn sycophant

As the capital of Daqi, Chang'an City needless to say is prosperous.But it's not noisy everywhere. The excitement is divided into places and times.

Outside the palace, I boarded Zhao Yue's carriage. Zhao Yue's own entourage, plus Zhao Ji's, followed a long line of people. They passed through many streets in a ostentatious way to the west, sometimes lively, sometimes quiet. Slowing down, Zhao Ji opened the curtain and looked outside.

Due to the aftereffects of the assassination when she was a child, she actually didn't like riding in a carriage very much.

It was evening, and the orange sunlight shone on every blue-white eaves, shining brightly.Located on this famous flower street in Chang'an West City, houses are row upon row, and the streets and alleys are shaded by tall buildings from the sun, making them look a bit dark, but it doesn't matter, people here work at night and are used to such an environment.It's still early, and it's still a little quiet here, and the excitement and carnival in a few hours can't be seen.

Gao Mahua, Zhao Yue took Zhao Ji to stop at one of the brothels with a spacious front, knowing where it was, Gao Muen, who was next to Zhao Ji, explained to Zhao Ji solemnly, Zhao Ji listened , slightly retreating, hesitated for a moment, but was directly pulled in by Zhao Yue.

Zhao Yue seems to be a frequent visitor here, as soon as he entered, there was a man in charge who waved a fan to greet him, his face was covered with a thick layer of rouge, and his demeanor was more feminine, this was the first time for Zhao Ji Seeing such a man, I couldn't help staring at him a few more times.

When she stared at the man, the man had already figured out Zhao Yue's reason for coming, and got Zhao Yue's reward, he couldn't see his smiling eyes, and quickly arranged the room for them, and after a while, the food and wine were served together , Zhao Yue's entourage checked it first, and there was no problem. Gao Muen and others checked it carefully again. It's also flower wine. It's okay, Eleven is still young, so I can't taste much."

This wine has ingredients to boost the mood, but the medicinal properties are mild, and it doesn't have a big impact on Zhao Yue and other fifteen-year-old Kunyin Lords, let alone Zhao Ji, who has not yet grown up.

Gao Muen still wanted to drink away the wine, Zhao Ji saw that Ninth Sister was a little embarrassed, so he waved his hand and said "no problem".Only then did Gao Muen withdraw her hand, and quietly retreated into the dark.

"Your entourage is too boring." Zhao Yue felt displeased after being slapped in the face by a guard, poured a glass of wine with his own hands and put it in front of Zhao Ji. Seeing his younger sister drinking generously, his face softened and he said lively: " Later, I will call a brother to sing and listen to the music, the voice of the actor is clear, although it is not as good as the musicians in the palace, but it has a special flavor."

Zhao Ji lacked interest, and Wei Chuyan's song was good. She heard it once, and dreamed of that clear and melodious singing in her dreams for several days.

It's a pity that the first banquet is not often sung, and Zhao Ji heard it by accident. No matter how much she tortured her, she refused to sing anymore.

Thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in thin shirt came in and sang a song, Zhao Yue rewarded him with some silver taels, seeing that Zhao Ji didn't show anything, she touched him a few times with a smile, and sent him out.

"Ninth Sister, you are the one who wants to discuss marriage, and you still like to play so much."

Holding the best resources in the world, being endlessly sought after, your highnesses have been romantic for a long time, if you were the first prince or the seventh son, let alone touch the little hands, you would just tear off the clothes on the spot, Not surprising.Zhao Ji is not yet of age, and he is busy learning this and that on weekdays. Seeing Ninth Sister like this, he would even try to persuade her, which is really a clear stream among His Highnesses.

"Where does this come from, my eleventh younger sister?" Zhao Yue didn't take it seriously, she was just playing for fun, she hadn't really done it yet, like Fifth Sister, although she had married a son-in-law, but her family... ... Tsk.

Two more ditty singers came one after another. At first Zhao Yue joked with them, but later on, Zhao Yue became more and more absent-minded, as if waiting for something. Zhao Ji felt bored and drank a few glasses. He felt a little hot from the wine and was not feeling well. He was about to leave, but was held back by her again.

"Wait a minute, Ninth Sister is here to bring you here to gain some insight. In order not to wrong your eyes, she wants a girl who is one in a thousand in this building, but she paid a lot of money! Oh, it's just a little slow. , but it’s also our fault that we came too early, so you wait a little longer, listen to my sister, and after reading it, you won’t say those things to me childishly again.”

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It was night, and this street full of Qinlou and Chuguan gradually became lively.Lanterns hang high, and under the ambiguous red and yellow lights, businessmen, literati, poets, cockfighting dogs, etc. come and go, some are for prostitutes, and some are here to discuss business with people-of course, prostitutes will not be forgotten.Older girls and men's halls with poorer looks were smiling at the door to attract customers, and there were crowds of people everywhere. Inside the building, ethereal singing mixed with laughter came out.

In one of the best brothels, in the best room, Zhao Ji, who had just watched half a performance that was enough to break her previous ignorant guesses, accidentally drank too much while watching. Already seven or eight points drunk, Zhao Yue didn't notice it at first, until her younger sister shrank under the table with a blushing face, then she realized that Zhao Ji was wrong.

"Eleventh, wake up, if you go back to the palace like this, you will be imprisoned tomorrow, and even I will not be able to escape a fine. It is wine, although it is sour and delicious, but you don't You should drink so much! You are going to kill your ninth sister and me!"

Different from the attention Zhao Ji receives, the Ninth Emperor's daughter, Zhao Yue, has a not-so-famous birth mother, and she is not very outstanding herself. In the palace on weekdays, she lives her life with the thought of not being able to achieve anything. Now Zhao Ji is so drunk with her, It was still drinking in this kind of place, just thinking about the punishment she would face after returning to the palace, she felt that it was getting dark.

While she was worrying, Zhao Ji was served with some hangover soup, her eyelids finally didn't look like they couldn't be lifted, but she was still lying on the table in a sleepy state.She is wearing a rare white winter dress today, embroidered with dark plums in silver silk, with a thick layer of snow-white fluff on the cuffs and neckline, her cheeks are smoked by wine like clouds, buried in the snow-like whiteness, All the cuteness in the world has been snatched.

"Take me back to Wei's first banquet."

This was said to Gao Muen. When Zhao Yue heard it, he swept away the previous sorrow and became excited: "Is it Master Xiaowei? Oh, your ninth sister is also a little drunk, why don't you take me with you?" Let's go to her and rest together!"

Zhao Ji immediately regained consciousness, pressed her little paw on her lips, and blocked the chattering mouth.Then her head became heavy again, and she lazily lay down again, beckoning to Gao Muen behind: "Thank you Jiujie for your hospitality, my sister will go first."

He was helped out of the door, and it was the first night of selling oirans outside, everyone's faces were full of excitement, the voices of asking prices kept coming and going, the atmosphere was lively, Zhao Ji was a little more sober after being noisy, glanced at him and sat with a smile on his face. The man on the high platform felt that the highly sought-after oiran was not necessarily very good-looking.

Wei Chuyan is the only good-looking one, and the most beautiful one is Wei Chuyan.

So that night, the door of Zhao Ji's private house was knocked, and Wei Chuyan, who was writing a secret letter in the study, received a piece from his drunken highness.

"Why did you drink so much outside the palace?" As soon as they met, Zhao Ji entangled Wei Chuyan. She hasn't been in contact with Zhao Ji like this for several years, but Zhao Ji hugged her tightly. In front of the servants, she couldn't disobey the master, so she had to ask Gao Muen while sending him to him. Hug in the room.

There are many rules in the palace, but Zhao Ji occasionally sleeps out for a day or two and almost no one will punish her. Before that, Zhao Ji would occasionally come to live in the mansion, but it was separated from Wei Chuyan, so she lacked interest. Throughout the year, the number of times I come here can be counted on dozens of fingers.

But tonight is obviously different from the previous few times. Judging by this posture, she didn't intend to let Wei Chuyan go back to sleep in her room.

"His Royal Highness took the master... After playing for a while, the master unknowingly drank too much, so it's not easy to go back to the palace to ask for scolding, so let us send her to you, my lord." Be a companion by Zhao Ji's side Read, strictly speaking, there is no serious official position, but everyone knows that Wei Chuyan's future is boundless in the future. I don't know when, people began to call her "Master Xiaowei". Gao Muen and the others shouted the same.

"Your Highness Nine?" Wei Chuyan hurriedly pulled Zhao Ji off his body and put her on the bed, but Zhao Ji refused and grabbed Wei Chuyan's clothes tightly, almost bringing her down on the bed.It was busy and chaotic for a while, and Wei Chuyan had to free up his brain to think about things, so he couldn't control her.

His Highness the Ninth Prince... Among the brothers and sisters, Zhao Ji is indeed only close to this elder sister, but His Highness Ninth Prince is not young, why is he so ignorant, taking his younger sister out of the palace to drink, and pouring people like this drunk!

These thoughts flashed by, Wei Chuyan felt the gaze from the side, caught a glimpse of Gao Muen's frowning brows, and saw her and Zhao Ji's situation, his heart skipped a beat, they looked too close... ..

Although there were more intimate things a few years ago, she also washed Zhao Ji's hair and slept with Zhao Ji, but at that time, both of them were considered children, and the situation is a little different now. No wonder they are so close Gao Muen is so entangled!

Although rationality knows what to do, how can this drunk cat be so easy to handle?After several pushes and pulls, in this cold winter night, Wei Chuyan's nose was sweating thinly, and crystal beads of sweat dotted her white jade-like skin, revealing her cold temperament without a doubt. His eyes flickered at the beauty.

I knew that I couldn't do it for a while, and thought that Zhao Ji's status was special, so I couldn't call the servants in the mansion to wash her up, otherwise if I saw the red mark on the collarbone, something big would happen.She retreated all the servants, leaving Gao Muen, who knew Zhao Ji's identity, in the room: "Where are the palace maids who serve your master closely on weekdays? Can one or two follow?"

Knowing what she meant, Gao Muen hesitated a little, and replied after a while: "They didn't follow. And..."

"And what?"

"That year, the master got rid of the assassination, and after returning to the palace, no one served him closely. The master's status is special, and there are some places that cannot be seen by others. Besides, most of the confidantes who were useful in the past died in Lancheng Outside the city, the noble concubine saw that the master insisted, so she did not send any more manpower to her palace. Except for dressing and combing hair, everything followed the old rules, and it has been many years since no one has been able to personally serve the master when he takes a bath."

Wei Chuyan felt even more headache when he heard it.

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