The mediocre minister of all living beings

In winter, the auspicious snow covers the whole pear tree outside the window. Three or two sparrows stand on the top to look for a few seeds that have not been completely shed. The withered and yellow leaves are flapped by their wings and fall down on the white and soft snow. It was silent.The youngest child in the window was covered with a thick cotton blanket, leaning halfway on the couch, her black and silky hair hanging down to her waist, holding a gold enamel heater in her hand, from which came faint sandalwood, wisps of blue smoke winding.

Looking out of the window, he was lost in thought, when he suddenly heard a sharp and clear female voice calling him from outside the door:

"Is Yao'er there? I'm going in!"

Before he had time to say: I am here, the man pushed the door and entered, closed the door behind his back, got on the couch in three steps, got into the other side of the Yaoer cotton blanket, curled up his knees, and said with a smile on his face, "It's still you are so warm"

Yao'er put the heater into her hand, and smiled with her eyes curved into a very nice arc, "You know it's cold, why don't you wear more?"

"It doesn't look good if you wear it too thick! You see Lamei is dressed like a rice dumpling. Which guest would come to her? Why not buy two taels of palm leaves and wrap one yourself when you get home?" Silver bells of laughter.

"You, your mouth is really poisonous." Yao'er's eyes were bent like crescent moons.

"Look!" Stretching out his wrist, there was a light green jadeite bracelet under the peach red wide sleeve, the color was average, although it was transparent but the emerald color was less, but the man still asked with a smile on his face, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good," said Yaoer, "Everything our Li Niang brings looks good."

"Hey" blushed on both cheeks, looked at the bracelet on his wrist and said "He gave it to you"

Yao'er said, "He treats you well."

"Yeah." The pointed chin nodded a little, and the corners of the mouth turned up, "He said that if he has money, he will come to redeem me."

Chunfenglou is a famous brothel in Zecheng. The girls in it are beautiful one by one. They have soft waists, can sing and dance, and are both talented and beautiful. There is no oiran in Chunfenglou, because every girl is as beautiful as a fairy, but they are all beautiful. In my eyes, as long as the guests like it, they are like oirans.Li Niang entered the brothel at the age of 13, and played the pipa well, sometimes tearing her heart, sometimes full of affection, such as Wu Nong's warm words and direct singing, the ears are soft and the heart is hot.Yao'er used to be the young master of a wealthy family, and his family fell into the Spring Breeze Building in order to make a living. Fortunately, the old bustard treated him well and respected him very much. It was up to him to pick up guests or accompany him, and his life was considered leisure.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew past the window, blowing away the snow on the trees, sporadic bits of chill drifted into the window with the wind, inhaling the cold air in one breath, Yao'er couldn't help but covered his sleeve with his sleeve and coughed.

"Why are you coughing again?" Li Niang hurried forward to pat him on the back.

"It's okay, I'm breathing in the cold air," Yao'er said with a smile.

The wind outside the window rolled up a few large characters on the table. The room was elegant, with a square desk in the middle, filled with all kinds of books, complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Hurray.

"Didn't I tell you to write less? Look, you're coughing again." Li Niang reached for a piece of paper, on which was written in cute small letters:

After many years, it should be a good time for a good time.Even if there are thousands of styles, let alone tell anyone.

"Yao'er's handwriting is beautiful. He always said that my handwriting is like a dog crawling, and I can't be elegant. Let me practice more handwriting when I have time. I'll use what you wrote today to expand on it."

"Practicing handwriting can't be done overnight, you need to work harder"

"I know, I have expanded the page of "Shangxie" that you gave me before several times, and then the person from your house came and praised my handwriting as prettier than before."

Yao'er's heart trembled, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze a bit, Li Niang didn't notice this heartless at all, she stared at the writing on her hand and asked: "By the way, it seems that your family hasn't been here for a long time?"

"He... he seems to be very busy recently"

"Aiya" put down the writing in his hand, crossed his legs under the blanket, and said heartily, "The man said last time that he redeemed you, which proves that he is interested in you. It's not that you don't have money now. If you redeem yourself, you can go directly to him." Go, stand at the door of his house and shout: I am coming, your aunt, hurry up and use your eight-carriage sedan to carry me in!"

Puba, Yaoer burst into laughter, "You, you are still a hot temper after all"

"Hmph, I don't care about him, as long as my Li Niang likes someone, even if I follow him, I will follow him."

Yao'er tilted his head with a gentle smile on his face, silky hair scattered on his shoulders, as warm as jade, with picturesque eyebrows.

"So, sometimes I envy you."

A few weeds with strong vitality in the corner of the wall still have a touch of green in winter. Inside the high brick-red wall, there are square windows and a square sky. Floating into the house and falling on the thin and small fingertips, they instantly turned into water, and sporadically fell from the treetops and were swept into the wind, swirling, flying like thoughts.

The winter in Zecheng is longer and colder than other places. Yao’er has been weak since he was a child, and he is prone to fever especially in winter, so he lazily lies in the room and does not like to go out. , also hugging the stove by the window and laughing with them, they are all at the right age, all beautiful and beautiful, laughing like a silver bell, and the girl in the lobby holding a huqin and singing a little song has changed from the old sorrow:

A river of smoke and water illuminates the clear blue sky, and people on both sides of the strait are connected by painted eaves.

A period of autumn light in the lotus bushes.Watching the gull dance again and again, the wind rolls the incense and the bead curtain is ten miles away.

The painting boat arrives in the sky, and the wine flag blows in the wind.Love kills Jiangnan.

Although Zecheng is not a bustling city, it is still full of people. A storyteller in a certain corner is describing the story of the beautiful man, the prince, and the nobles. Several children dragged their cheeks and listened intently. On one side, a big yellow dog squeezed in next to it, took a bite and chewed it with its head down.

"Your candied haws were fed rhubarb just now!"

The yellow dog turned his head and ran when he heard that there was another one in his mouth, "Spit it out!" Standing up, a group of half-sized children ran after the yellow dog's back, and took a sugar triangle from the cage to sell buns The aunt chased after him and cursed:

"Stop, Doudian! Take my old lady's steamed stuffed bun again! Tell your husband to let your husband beat you a few times! Let's see if you still dare to take it!"

Standing still, he turned around and smiled provocatively, "Sir, I'm going home to visit relatives, and I don't have to go to school for a few days!" Turning around, I continued to chase the yellow dog.

Yao'er could see clearly from the window, her brows naturally curved into a crescent moon, her dark eyes showed a little bit of water, like the clear water of a lake after rain.

Snapped!A snowball was hitting Yao'er's window, and a little bit of snow drifted into the window, which was crystal clear. Li Niang stood under the window in a peach-red gauze with her waist tucked in, with a bright smirk on her face.

The life in Chunfeng Building is not extravagant, but it is definitely leisurely.

The night is full of the West Tower, and the moon is like a hook.The night in Chunfeng Building is more lively than other places. When you fall asleep soundly and silently, the Chunfeng Building is full of red lights, and the gauze is graceful. Cups are exchanged, several places are full of gambling, really sleepless nights.

Yao'er was writing in the room and suddenly heard a commotion below, a few porcelain cups fell to the ground, and the diva's pipa also stopped abruptly, only one person was heard making noise, got up and opened the door to see, there was a person standing in the lobby She was dressed in light golden luxurious clothes, her eyes were dark like hair, her cheeks were flushed with wine from her neck to her forehead, her eyes were hazy with drunkenness, and her figure couldn't stand properly, crookedly touching the dishes on the table The wine glass fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"Don't even want it!" The man swayed, pointing at the girls beside him, "They're not good-looking!"

"Who do you think is not good-looking!" Li Niang was the first to stand in front, arguing with that man with her hips on her hips.

The man looked drunk at first glance, staggered and pointed his finger back at himself, and said with a smile, "I'm not as good-looking as I am."

That person is indeed outstanding in appearance, born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, which makes people feel itchy. He has a beautiful and delicate face. His skin is as white and clear as the wings of a cicada, but because of being drunk red, he looks even more gorgeous. His eyes are blurred. Grinning silly, "I'm prettier than you."

It's really good-looking, but how could Li Niang suffer this kind of scolding, she stepped forward and slashed his shoulder, and the man fell to the ground without standing still, and simply played a childish temper, "Don't care! I don't care! I don't care! It must look good!"

"Ask someone to drag you out!" The bustard covered her mouth with a handkerchief and twisted her fat waist from the crowd.

A few people were about to come up to drag him away, when suddenly he stretched out his hand and aimed directly at Yao'er who was standing at the door on the second floor, "I want him!" Then a smile spread across his face, his eyes curled into slits, With a mouthful of white teeth, he grinned and said, "He's the prettiest!"

All eyes followed his fingers and turned to Yao'er. Yao'er was wearing a blue gown with no belt around his waist, and his hair was loose, but he still looked like a beauty, with a look of surprise and bewilderment.

The man stood up suddenly, rushed up to the second floor, smelling of alcohol, and put his arms around Yao'er's neck. Why did you hide here, I have been looking for you for a long time."

He obviously didn't know him, and it was obviously the first time he saw him, but the man hugged Yao'er desperately and kept rubbing against his neck. I have been with you for a long time, for a long time"

The people downstairs were also completely at a loss, sighed softly, looked at the person in front of him who refused to let go, and said helplessly: "Then leave it to me."

It took a lot of effort to drag the man to the bed, take off his clothes and boots, and wipe him clean with clean water. After all the tossing and turning, Yao'er managed to sleep in a corner beside him. The sons and brothers also went back to their respective houses. Some of them were picked up by sedan chairs, and some of them were dragged back by drunken servants. Chunfenglou, I'm afraid he will be reprimanded when he returns home with this drunken face, so he simply enjoys a spring night in this Chunfenglou.How can the chilly sky and the night of the twelfth lunar month in the middle of winter be as breathtaking as the whispers in the red tent in the spring night in the Spring Breeze Building?

The author has something to say: The new chapter is presented with both hands~

Anyway, thank you guys for watching.

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