Zhu Lan is dead

It had been three days since the letter outside the door was handed over again, Cai Ji hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help handing the letter to Yu Changqi.

"What is this?" The person who had been on the case for a long time finally raised his head, his pale complexion showing a touch of fatigue under the candlelight.

"This, this was handed over by Mr. Wang who claimed to be an official of the Ministry of Rites three days ago..." Cai Ji said in a soft voice. She had been in the palace for a while, so she naturally knew that Yu Changqi was not in private. She didn't have a good relationship with any adult in the court, but the person who handed over the letter did not explain the purpose of her visit. She was worried that someone had malicious intentions, so she kept shelving it and didn't dare to bother her.

It's just that these three days have passed, but there seems to be something hanging in his heart, thinking about not being relieved, he still boldly came to Yu Changqi.

Stretching out his hand to open the folded seal, a clear puff of makeup came out, he frowned subconsciously, and withdrew the page, the strokes and strokes of the calligraphy on it were beautiful, it looked familiar, but the tone of the strokes read It sounds very frivolous.

This letter was undoubtedly a greeting from the market in Goulan. Without thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and threw it aside, ignoring it.

Seeing him like this, Caiji couldn't say anything more, and she assumed in her heart that it was just a prank by some people with malicious intentions. When she reached out to take the letter paper and was about to go out, Yu Changqi suddenly stopped her .

"Is there anything else your lord can do?" She turned around.

"You..." He frowned, his eyes showed some hesitation, "Are you saying he is dead or alive?"

Cai Ji was startled, but she also knew in her heart who Yu Changqi was talking about. Ever since the accident that day, she had heard some bad rumors, but no matter how bad the rumors were, she still believed them. My own, smiled and said: "Naturally, this servant believes that Mr. Lang is still alive."

"Why?" His expression was a little dazed. He didn't know how long he could last. Losing and gaining had never been perfect in his life. Two months could be long or short, but it was enough. To wear away a person's incomplete mind.

He naturally refused to believe that things would end like this, but...

He will be tired after all.

Her apricot eyes moved slightly, and Cai Ji still smiled, "Although the servant girl and Ye Langjun don't have much contact, I know that Langjun is not a person who is willing to give up lightly. Although he does things without rules, he believes that one thing is right Someone who will persevere.”

"What... does it matter?"

"Don't you understand, my lord?" Seemingly recalling the flustered look on that person's face under the snow court that day, Cai Ji suddenly became serious, "You are the man's heart that he perseveres to the end."

"..."

There seemed to be some mist in his eyes, and he sniffed softly, "After so much, don't give up lightly, my lord, maybe he is looking forward to you, my lord, somewhere."

After that, she smiled and turned around and pushed the door out. The door was gently closed, and a knock knocked on the darkness of the silent night. It spread like ink in the cold wind, and there seemed to be a scent of makeup powder left on the tip of her nose. Finally, chaos After many days, his eyes gradually became clearer.

*

Some things are not as simple as you think, and they must be simple to do. For example, in the business of being a waiter, he stayed in the most famous Nanfeng Pavilion in the whole capital for more than six or seven days before he really realized what the boy said. What does fire pit mean.

Rubbing the pinched red marks on his shoulders, Ye Fan found an empty corner and sat down. His body was smelled of powder and powder, and he had a headache, but there was constant noise in his ears.

It seems that some festival is approaching these few days, and the Nanfeng Pavilion, which has always been almost overwhelmed by the Huanyi Square next door, is even more lively these few days.

The guests who come and go either spend the night in the rooms until dawn, or do whatever they want in the corridors and other conspicuous places, and there is an air of luxury and extravagance everywhere.

He was lucky at the beginning, after being spotted by the human trafficker, he came to Nanfeng Pavilion without much effort, but he was pitiful for his innocent and fearless face, and after suffering a few times, he finally chose to grit his teeth and be honest.

The young men who came to the pavilion at the beginning always have to accept a few times of training|teaching, and after ten days they will have an opening|bud ceremony, the so-called opening|bud is that.

I can't help but get agitated, but I'm glad that there are many rules in Nanfeng Hall, and I still have to reserve a few days to receive guests in front of the new boy, so that people can get acquainted with them in advance, otherwise he will be caught if he comes like this Dao, where does this make him reason in the future?

It's just that in three days, the hellish ceremony will be held. If he can't wait for news from Yu Changqi, he can only find a way to escape.

Shutting up the somewhat loose collar, covering the large expanse of fair and smooth skin, the people in the Nanfeng Hall are all dressed up as women, wearing women's clothing and wearing makeup and powder.

And the women's clothes are also tops and skirts. It's nothing to wear at first, but I don't know which wicked person insists on slits at the waist and thighs. When I walk, it feels cool and blows straight down. Drilling, looking at those enchanting young ladies with their thighs exposed, Ye Fan felt speechless for a while, it made no difference between wearing them and not wearing them.

Sitting on the ground, the back waist and lower body are all cold, but they are still too lazy to move, thinking about minimizing the sense of existence and nestling in the corner, avoiding those noisy people for a while.

It's just that it didn't take long before there was a hot and humid touch on the lower back, and there was also a burst of alcohol on the neck, and Ye Fan was so smoked that he almost punched him on the spot.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he turned his face away with a smile on his face, looked at the drunken man in front of him and said: "Master Wang is sleeping, why did you run out again?"

His tone became weaker, coupled with the red makeup on his brows and eyes, and his faintly bewitching look under the dim light, that Lord Wang suddenly felt a little unbearable and wanted to reach out to hug him, and said with a naive smile: " Didn't I wake up and see that the beauty is gone, and I'm thinking about it?"

Feeling the rubbing on his waist, pinching his fingers to resist the thought of breaking the man's hand bones, Ye Fan said a few times: "I can't run..."

As he spoke, he turned around and approached him, "I don't know about the letter I wrote a few days ago, sir, can you help me..."

Knowing what he meant, Mr. Wang immediately nodded his head and said perfunctorily: "The letter has been delivered earlier." It's just that whether it can be delivered, or whether the prince will come or not, he doesn't know.

With a clear mind, he finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, leaving aside the exhaustion in his heart for many days, and didn't bother to think about it anymore. As for whether Yu Changqi could see and understand his meaning in the letter, It can only be resigned to fate.

*

Standing at the bustling street corner to observe and stop for a while, the ocher red body is still difficult to integrate with the secular fireworks.

Seeing the dim lights in front of my eyes reflecting the scene of being apart for many years in my heart seems to be another flash of memory.

The Nanfeng Hall in front of him is the most famous hall in the capital, and he naturally knows what's in it. After all, he did a lot of ridiculous things when he was young, otherwise it would be enough to make others laugh at him for a while.

But he didn't seem to care that much, and walked in alone. The lobby with hanging flowers was full of gold all night, and the silk and bamboo orchestras were endless, and it was normal to laugh and scold.

It's just that after so many years, it's a moment of confusion when it comes to this place again, and the lingering figure wanders over, looking at him in a daze, but soon, all the inexplicable ambiguous eyes fell on him.

"My lord."

Walking beside him was a man, tall and tall, even his appearance was first-class feminine and beautiful. This man was called Cui Sheng. He was a well-known Qing Dynasty official in the Nanfeng Hall back then, but he retired to work after a long time. "Grand Turtle".

The "Grand Turtle" is just a joking name, he plays the role of managing affairs in the hall, he is knowledgeable and eloquent, when meeting him, he must be called Mr.

"It's rare, why is the prince so interested in coming here today?"

Yu Changqi naturally knew him. After so many years, there was only such an acquaintance left by eye. Hearing the words, he was a little less formal, but it was difficult to reveal his intentions. It’s just an excuse.”

Cuisheng smiled lightly, leaned closer to him and said, "Of course I'd be happy if you came, but it's just that you've been abstinent for so long, it's not like the people I knew before."

As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve to pull him aside, and waved away those ambiguous and novel eyes.

The noisy atmosphere returned to the lobby, and the two stood in an open space. Cuisheng put away his polite manners and returned to the old acquaintance's attitude before, looking at him with raised eyebrows, " What's wrong with you? You look so bad?"

"It's nothing."

"Tsk, you're so indifferent. Looking at the appearance of parting from your sweetheart, which man has you been cheated on recently?"

Yu Changqi didn't want to talk to him, but just shook his head, as if he didn't want to say more.

Seeing his bored face, Cuisheng didn't bother to talk nonsense, he just approached his ear with a charming smile, "I've been waiting for you here, if you ever feel lonely, just come to me..."

Yu Changqi didn't respond, he just tilted his head. This person has been a performer for many years, so he knew his joke-like joke, so he smiled, "If you are willing to be serious, you can put your heart away and get out of the dust." , there may not be no girls who would like you."

With a soft snort, Cuisheng looked at him and chuckled, "That's a good word from you. If I really leave this place someday, and no girl will take a fancy to me, I'll go find you!"

At that time, a gust of cold wind will blow again, blowing from outside the fence, and the fragrance of the flowers planted outside the window will be engulfed in gusts of fat and powder, and get into the cold wind, chilling the whole body.

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