Dugong is polite, Xiaosheng can't stand it

The one who knows Qinghe, who is knowledgeable and respectful, never complains about himself, and the two share similar interests. Over time, the two get to know each other well, and most of the scholars who enter Miaoyin Pavilion are because of her.

Xue Yu frowned, and said coldly, "You let Bendu sit there for so long, and came here by yourself?"

The scholar was taken aback, and asked back, "Why wait so long?"

The scholar simply forgot that Xue Yu was still in the study in his mansion, together with the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and Xue Yu's face became gloomy at this time.

When the scholar remembered something, he went to see Xue Yu again. His expression made the scholar want to run away quickly. The scholar is the most irritating, but he is the least able to coax others. Especially Xue Yu is the one who is irritated by himself. For the scholar, it was a bolt from the blue, and the word boomed in his mind-it's over!

The scholar just picked up the wine glass and put it back timidly, and said in a low voice: "Xiaosheng forgot..."

Forgot... There was only a click, and the wine glass in Xue Yu's hand was shattered into shards, and the scholar was still wondering whether he would be treated the same way sitting in front of Xue Yu.

The scholar instinctively became honest. When facing an opponent who was simply reluctant to fight but could not beat him, he might as well admit it directly.

"Xiaosheng really didn't mean it."

"Why does the governor believe you?" Xue Yu stretched out his hand and pinched the scholar's cheeks directly, and the scholar's apologetic words turned into a series of indistinct murmurs.

Qing He happened to see this scene when she came in. She was still holding a snack in her hand, hesitating whether to enter or not, her eyes flickered, she turned around and walked out, just pretending she didn't see anything.

Being seen by others, the scholar's face turned red all of a sudden, and he was struggling to have a good argument with Xue Yu, but Qing He suddenly opened the door and came in again.

Qing He came in, reluctantly, followed by the proprietress of Miaoyin Pavilion.

When the proprietress came in and saw the scholar, she was so angry that she thought that the scholar was Qing He's little boy, and she just scolded them and kicked them out. The always gentle Qing He was also stomped by the proprietress angrily.

The scholar really didn't bring any money this time, and he couldn't even pay for the drinks. He really forgot this time, so he could only ask Xue Yu beside him for help, but Xue Yu ignored him.

Seeing Xue Yu deliberately ignoring his gaze and ignoring him, the scholar simply moved the chair to Xue Yu's place. He didn't believe that Xue Yu could tolerate being thrown out.

That is to say, the scholar, Xue Yu didn't throw him out, and gave him an ingot of gold to settle the matter.

The proprietress was very happy holding the gold, Qinghe hurriedly pushed the proprietress out, and followed her out.

This time, there were really only two of them left in the room.

Xue Yu's face was naturally very dark, and it was fine if he was let go by the scholar, and he had to pay for the drink for him. He was thinking about whether to throw this ignorant nerd into prison and discipline him.

"Master Dugong, it's really thanks to you this time. If you want to drink, Xiaosheng will pour it for you." The scholar cheekily kept showing his favor, pouring wine, serving snacks, pinching his waist and beating his legs, really looking like a slave Son.

Xue Yu was playing with the teacup on the table, and a teacup played a new trick in his hand. His fingers were nimble, and the teacup was flying up and down extremely fast.

On the other hand, the scholar gave enough face, clapped his hands, and praised him a lot.

Miss Qinghe hasn't been here all this time, and it's just the two of them in this room, that is, drinking and enjoying the quiet occasionally.

Xue Yu asked directly, "Are you hiding from the governor?"

"No, Xiaosheng is sitting upright, how could he hide from anyone, let alone you, Xue Du." The scholar said it openly, if he didn't dodge his eyes so much, he would really believe him.

Xue Yu was also reasonable, and said unhurriedly: "If you don't want to see Ben Du, just speak up."

The scholar's eyes lit up, and suddenly he became energetic again.

"Is it okay to speak directly?"

Xue Yu put down his teacup, "No, Ben Du means that you can speak directly, but Ben Du may not agree."

"It's the same as not saying anything." The scholar muttered complainingly.

Xue Yu said: "What did you say?"

The scholar immediately wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, and shook his head disgruntledly: "It's nothing."

There was some grievance in his tone.

"Aggrieved?"

"No."

The scholar said no, but he said something else in his heart, can he not be wronged, the scholar has been troubled for a day, today is the Qixi Festival, and it must be celebrated by a lover, so the scholar came here.

Xue Yu glanced outside, and there were fireworks outside. The fireworks were shining brightly, shining in through the window, and it was lively. Watching the excitement in a quiet place, I felt the festive atmosphere, and I didn't feel lonely.

The place where the gorgeous fireworks did not reach was right here. It turned out that today was Qixi Festival, and Xue Yu realized that the scholar came here to meet his lover. The dissatisfaction and grievance on his face were almost overflowing.

Xue Yu asked: "Did you come here because of Qixi Festival?"

The scholar replied casually: "Yes."

The Qixi Festival is originally a festival for lovers, and he has no lovers for a single scholar, so what kind of Qixi Festival is celebrated, but this day is still a festival.

"Since that's the case, I won't bother you and that girl anymore." After that, Xue Yu made a gesture to leave. He had never looked for someone for such an unreasonable reason, and he never backed down because of a word from others. However, except for scholars.

Xue Yu never thought that he would meet such a nemesis in his lifetime.

Before he had time to get up, the scholar held his arm, the scholar lowered his head, with a serious expression: "Xiaosheng doesn't want you to go."

One sentence made Xue Yu change his mind again, he was really a nemesis.

The scholar only wanted to spend the holidays alone with him, but it didn't sound right to go looking for Xue Yu on Qixi Festival, so he had to look for old acquaintances. However, there was always something empty in his heart, and what he thought was It would be best if Xue Yu could come here.

Xue Yu didn't move, the scholar said bluntly: "Xiaosheng is only alone when he doesn't like the festive season."

Xue Yu didn't expect the scholar to speak so bluntly, let alone the fact that the reason why the scholar was restless today was to find someone for the festival.

"The governor will accompany you."

In a word, many emotions turned in the scholar's eyes, and the fireworks outside the window were reflected in the black eyes, like colored glaze, with thousands of brilliance flowing.

He nodded with a smile: "Since Xue Du said so, Xiaosheng reluctantly agreed."

Look, how can such a thick-skinned scholar return his face.

Xue Yu stretched out his hand to hold the scholar's wrist, but his eyes were always out of the window, and the scholar obediently let him hold it.

It has nothing to do with love, has nothing to do with pros and cons, as long as they are safe and happy and accompany them all the way, that's all.

It was indeed Xue Yu who accompanied the scholar that day, but it was wrong to drink with the scholar, it should be the scholar who was drinking, and he was watching from the sidelines.

Although the sweet-scented osmanthus wine was not intoxicating, the gluttonous scholar couldn't bear to drink it like that. After two jugs of wine, the scholar was already so drunk that he lost consciousness.

The scholar sat in front of the table, looking serious and serious, but in fact he was drunk now, he just nodded and shook his head and chatted a lot of nonsense.

Miss Qinghe came here before, but she just came to deliver some hangover soup, and she left knowingly after delivering it. Xue Yu pinched the scholar's mouth and poured the hangover soup down. The wine didn't wake up much, but he was bold Quite a lot.

The scholar reached out to touch Xue Yu's face, but was blocked by Xue Yu. He didn't give up, but he still wanted to touch it, and he muttered: "My fair lady, a gentleman is so good-looking, how... good-looking..."

Xue Yu chewed on the words My Fair Lady, and the scholar over there kept rushing towards him, Xue Yu didn't want to hurt the scholar so he didn't forcefully push him away, and the scholar got his way.

Xue Yu already knew why the scholar saved him back then. The scholar didn't care about the good guys and the bad guys at all, he just thought he was good-looking.

"Let's go." Xue Yu tore off the scholar who looked like a dog's skin plaster.

The scholar's eyes were hazy and dazed, his tongue was sticking out, and he asked in puzzlement, "W-what..."

Forget it, Xue Yu didn't even think about discussing something with a drunk, so he directly picked up the scholar by the waist and walked out.

Fortunately, there were fewer people on the street when he came out, otherwise he would have attracted attention no matter how he hugged a drunk.

Perhaps Xue Yu also felt that he must have owed this scholar in his previous life, and was overcome by this scholar in this life.

However, Xue Yu still thinks that this scholar will bother him every festival in the future.

(46) Betrayal

A month later, Tongxia Pass, the pass.

Tongxia Pass is the largest pass in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and it is the most important point to guard the lifeline of the Southern Zhou Dynasty. People who are on the road will not be far from the capital when they arrive at Tongxia Pass.

Early in the morning, it was foggy, misty, like rain but not rain, and there was a figure in the fog, which could be seen from a distance but was not real. It seemed that the plain clothes were hidden in the fog, standing tall and straight, with a long figure.

It was still early, the city gate had not been opened for a long time, and it was foggy again, and there was no one on the road, only Xue Yu was standing in front of the city gate, his hair was wet by the mist, and the water droplets condensed on his eyelashes. I was moving, and I kept looking at the distance, the distance that I couldn't see clearly in the fog, and the scholar hadn't come yet.

What kind of person is a scholar?At least here in Xue Yu's place, scholars are special, close to scholars, there is a kind of peace and peace of mind away from the hustle and bustle.

As long as he waits, the scholar will definitely come.

Such a wait, Xue Yu can't remember when he had such a wait, such a hazy foggy day reminded him of a day more than 20 years ago, he was also waiting for a person he thought was important, but, He didn't wait that time, what he waited for was an earth-shaking life.

However, something was faintly wrong in the city today. He had such an intuition that he slowly clenched his hands behind his back and stared straight at the road.