Seventh Pagoda

Meng Xiaodie came into the room and sat down, looking very casual, poured tea and drank it by herself, cast her eyes on the couch, and smiled affectionately.

"Sister Mei is hiding a beauty?"

Shen Meifeng sneered in her heart, but she spoke politely: "Sister Xiaodie takes the top spot every year, among the beauties in the entire capital, which one can compare with Yihong and Kuailu? Who else would dare to be so beautiful like Ruyue?" What about calling her a beauty?"

Ruyue blushed from her praise, pursed her lips and smiled, but hurried to the side of the couch.

"It's really embarrassing to my family. After hearing what Mei Niang said, my family is actually curious. I don't know how this beauty compares to Ruyue?" The voice is gentle and gentle, but the movements are full of thunder.

Seeing that she was about to open the curtain with her hand, Shen Meifeng quickly grabbed her wrist.

"Miss Ruyue, why are you so anxious? Just look at it tonight and you'll know."

Kisaragi withdrew her hand, smiled and sat back down.

Meng Xiaodie apologized with a smile on the side: "Sister Mei said that Ruyue is young and ignorant, so don't worry about it."

Shen Meifeng hooked the corners of her mouth: "You and my sister are together, why worry about such trivial matters."

Meng Xiaodie was polite again, and then led Ruyue to leave.

Shen Meifeng closed the door, rushed to the couch, lifted the brocade quilt, and looked carefully at Lan Rong from head to toe.

"Is there something wrong? But is there any discomfort?"

Lan Rong was a little confused.

"Except for being almost suffocated, everything else is fine."

Shen Meifeng was still worried.

"The little slut is used to tripping me up. If she said that she just came to see me today, she must have seen a ghost, no, no, my heart is beating suddenly, I always feel What's wrong..."

Lan Rong was really bored, she got up to drink tea, and then handed it to her lips, Shen Meifeng snatched it away. "what are you doing!"

Lan Rong was taken aback. "... drink tea."

Shen Meifeng's eyes widened. "Meng Xiaodie just came, you still dare to drink? Listen carefully, don't touch anything on this table, and you can't smell the smell in this room..."

Saying this, Ma Liuer went to the window and set up the ribs to ventilate.

After tossing back and forth for a while, Shen Meifeng sat back anxiously, stared at Lan Rong for a while, and made sure that Lan Rong was fine and there was no problem, Shen Meifeng frowned instead.

"Why am I so uneasy in my heart, is she really full to come to my place for a walk?"

The two stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, without a clue, Shen Meifeng waved his hands. "That's all, it seems that this time I was overthinking..."

As he was talking, he was about to get up, but suddenly the soles of his feet softened, and he fell down again. Lan Rong quickly reached out to help.

Shen Meifeng lay softly on the table, squeezed out a few words between her teeth: "...Three Zhang Ruanhong... Let me tell you, this little bitch..."

Shen Meifeng only wanted to prevent Meng Xiaodie from attacking Lan Rong, but it fell into Meng Xiaodie's hands.

It's just that this year's Spring Festival is so heavily guarded, she still has the ability to get this "three feet soft red" in...

The slippery feeling in the palm of his hand when he grabbed Ruyue's wrist suddenly flashed in his mind, Shen Meifeng had an epiphany, this bitch, this time is determined to win.

"Sanzhang Ruanhong" is Yihong Kuailu's unique drug, but its medicinal effect is far more than just mesmerizing.

The girls of Yihong Kuailu first smear the three-zhang soft red on the back of the ears, neck, shoulders, wrists, and even directly on the lips. When they touch the skin of the guests, the body temperature rises and the sweat blends. The effect of the medicine has just come into play.

Sanzhang Ruanhong naturally has an antidote, but it is useless to take the antidote in advance, and it will only be effective after taking the medicine's effect.

Meng Xiaodie didn't hesitate to use Ruyue as a bait, and she deliberately planned this bad move. Naturally, she wouldn't waste it here for a long time. If she was in a hurry, she must have gone back to get the antidote, this bitch!

Seeing that Shen Meifeng's face was flushed, Lan Zhi knew that something was weird, but she didn't know what to do.

Although he lived in Lihuatang since he was a child, and later entered Lanyi Pavilion, he seemed to have his own destiny in the dark, and he had many noble people around him to help him. It was clearly a place polluted by wind and dust, but he was as spotless as a green lotus.

In Lihuatang, the master cared for him wholeheartedly, and in Lanyi Pavilion, Yu Zhenxi was there to protect him. How could he know these twists and turns.

Although Shen Meifeng didn't know about Lan Rong's experience, but after being intoxicated by the spring breeze for many years, he could see Lan Rong clearly at the first sight, so how could he use these dirty things to stain his ears.

Shen Meifeng reached out her hand to touch her head, found a silver hairpin, held it quietly in her hand, held her breath, and drew a bloody gash on her hand, her mind was somewhat clearer, and she picked up the key point and gave Lan Rong some instructions.

"It's just drugged, it's okay, just rest for a while, son, let's go to the Spring Festival, Meiniang can't take care of me..."

Lan Rong raised his hand to speak, but Shen Meifeng stopped and finished speaking in one breath.

"The bell rang three times, and someone at the door led the young master to the inner courtyard. The first drum, singing and dancing, the second drum, calligraphy and painting, the third drum, giving flowers. The inner courtyard has seven kinds of fragrant flowers, white jade hairpins..."

Shen Meifeng was out of breath, Lan Rong interrupted her. "Understood, you rest."

Shen Meifeng really didn't have the strength to speak anymore, she buried her head on the table, and quietly poked the bloody hole with a hairpin, forcing herself to stay awake, waiting for the bell to ring.

Fortunately, within a moment, the bell rang three times, resounding through the sky.

At some point, someone came to the door and knocked softly. "The hour has come, intoxicated by the spring breeze, please."

Shen Mei didn't lift her limelight. "Young master, take care."

Lan Rong let out a "hmm" and walked out.

Listening to Lan Rong walking away, Shen Meifeng lay down on the table, two lines of tears fell, and she silently said "I'm sorry".

She really couldn't bear the wind and dust to dirty Lan Rong's ears, but she had the heart to threaten his life with Huarong and the others to come to this wind and dust place, and she had the heart to send him to the most wind and dust that eats people and doesn't spit out bones. The Seventh Court.

"My lord, I'm sorry..." She murmured in a whisper, then got up, and as if nothing happened, she took out a set of night clothes from under the bed board, and went out through the window lightly, hiding in the vast night.

Lan Rong was led by others, and went through nine bends and eighteen bends, but he didn't meet anyone along the way.

He originally thought that people in each yard would be led by someone, one after another, file out, file in, like ants transporting food, meandering, thinking about it, he found it really interesting.

Thinking of this in his mind, Lan Rong couldn't help laughing out loud.

The person leading the way was wearing a copper mask, his eyebrows and eyes could not be discerned, but just looking at his body shape, he should be a young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Ben was leading the way silently with lowered eyebrows, but when he heard Lan Rong's laughter, he paused his steps, turned his head and looked at Lan Rong, his eyes were dark and bright, as if he felt that it was inappropriate to look at people like this, then he lowered his head and said softly He said, "Be careful where you step."

Although the lights are brightly lit, but the pavilions, pavilions, houses and courtyards, I can't recognize them horizontally or vertically. Lan Wei simply doesn't bother with his mind, and just follows obediently.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the young man in front finally stood still. There was a narrow alley in front of him. The young man waited for Lan Rong to stand still. He turned around and left, but suddenly turned back and said in a low voice, "After passing the drum, walk to the At the end, be careful not to fall."

After speaking, he left quickly, and in an instant he was nowhere to be seen.

The entire courtyard was silent, and the crows crowed intermittently in the woods, making it even more terrifyingly quiet between heaven and earth.

Lan Zhi thought about the owners of the little black house, wouldn't they be so useless that they needed to be rescued by themselves, or would they just leave first?

Just thinking about it, the drum sounded, Lan Zhi hesitated for a moment, he was always sensitive to the smell of blood, and remembering the bloody gash on Shen Meifeng's hand, he walked into the alley at last.

There was a faint sound of water, and the tip of his nose smelled the complex fragrance of cosmetics. He walked straight out, and Lan Rong found himself in a pavilion.

It is said to be a pavilion, but there is no fence, and only white wax is burning around it. The wax color is clear and there is no smoke. It can be seen that the wax is obtained from natural white wax insects, and it is definitely not obtained by human breeding.

Looking as far as the eye can see, the pavilion is surrounded by a wide water surface, and colored lights are hung high along the bank.

It's autumn now, but the flowers in the pond are blooming brightly. I don't know what species they are. At a glance, they are filled with red, such a rich red, layered on top of each other, the red is almost magical.

People came to the pavilion one after another, and they were probably sent by various flower houses, regardless of gender.

In the eyes of the nobles who linger on the moon, a beauty is just like a utensil, or a beast, and utensils can be divided into male and female?How do beasts talk about men and women?

When there were more people, Lan Rong was going to take two steps back, but suddenly he was bumped and staggered, someone reached out to help him, and said softly, "Be careful."

When Lan Rong turned his head, a lump of white dumpling came into view.Yuxue is tender, soft and glutinous, extremely cute and cute, the whole person is like a ball of glutinous rice cake.

Before Lan Rai could speak, he couldn't help laughing. Having laughed enough, he asked him, "What's your name?"

He looked a little embarrassed: "...I...my name...they call me Baituanzi..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..." Lan Yu laughed even harder, and the young man's face was flushed red by his laughter: "Okay okay, I also know that this name is funny enough, just go ahead and laugh..."

Lan Rong restrained his smile: "My name is Lan Rong, I just thank you Bai...Master Bai..."

Bai Tuanzi blushed even more: "Don't, just call me Bai Tuanzi..."

I don't know where the sound of the piano came, followed by the sound of the flute, the repertoire was complicated, changing, and whispering in the pavilion, I don't know where I am.

Bai Tuanzi blinked: "What's going on?"

Lan Rong shook his head: "I don't know."

Bai Tuanzi's small face wrinkled into a ball, and suddenly he slapped his hands. "I got it! Isn't the first drum test for school singing and dancing? Can you sing and dance?"

Lan Rong shook her head, it wasn't intentional to deceive, but Shen Meifeng didn't give herself an antidote...

I don't know if she was too excited and forgot about it, or she didn't intend to give herself an antidote at all. In short, the rouge, gouache, powder, silk and silk satin served her in an orderly manner along the way, but she never mentioned the antidote.

Calculated, the medicinal effect of being intoxicated by the spring breeze can only be relieved by tomorrow evening. Although walking is not hindered, he almost fell to the ground when he was hit by someone just now. When it comes to singing and dancing, it is too reluctant.

Bai Tuanzi had a bitter face and was desperate: "It's over, it's over, I won't either..."

As soon as he was talking, the beauties around him gradually regained their composure, scrambling to be the first to make a movement, the singing voice was mellow, the dancing was graceful, dizzying, Lan Rong and Bai Tuanzi looked at each other in blank dismay: "What should I do?"