The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

After Dugu waited for seven or eight days, Ouyang Minzhong finally arrived.No faster than his three masters and servants, horses and light clothes, the patrol team has a grand carriage and horses, and many servants, which is already a lot slower, and it has been raining for several days, the road is muddy, and it is more inconvenient to travel, so it is several times later than expected sky.

The chief and deputy envoys secretly met, and the young master saw that Lord Ouyang was exhausted and embarrassed, and agreed to discuss in detail the next day, so he left.There had just been a shower in the afternoon, and it was not even dusk yet, the air was fresh, but the sky was still cloudy.There was nothing important to do next, so Dugu Mian simply took Mu Ping back to the hostel.

Yucheng is a beautiful city full of southern Xinjiang characteristics.The emerald green plants are tall and lush, and even in late autumn in September, there is no sign of decay.In addition to the golden osmanthus in the city, there are many unnamed flowers that are fragrant and beautiful in this season.In addition to the Xia people, there are also various tribes of the Nanman coming and going in the city. They are dressed in strange and colorful clothes. Rao Dugu Xiaohou and his guards are well-informed and very interested in seeing them.After walking around on horseback, Dugu suddenly remembered that Song Wei had been using various methods to fight for the opportunity to wander around the city since the third day.Either blatantly begging, or insinuating hints, every time I was rejected, I didn't feel very sad, but after a while, I started to harass myself again in another way, tirelessly.

The corners of the mouth were raised, and a smile appeared at some point.Thinking that the rivers and ditches here are mainly outside the city, it is estimated that Ouyang Minzhong will not stay in the city for too long.Find a suitable time before leaving the city, and bring that kid out for a walk.After staying in the hostel for so many days, my whole body is full of monkey nature that I can't stay.In order to be able to go out and let the wind go, she behaved obediently and hotly on the bed.If it weren't for his extraordinary determination, he would have been knocked down by the wind beside his pillow long ago.Thinking of this, Dugu's heart became a little hot, and he even vaguely thought that he might as well take a detour to Xidu on his return journey, settle that muddled old case, and then take him back to the capital.If he wanted to miss his mother, it would be fine to arrange her together.

Because I didn't have other errands to do, I returned to the hostel earlier than usual.Just after entering the gate, the middle hall was full of people, and the drumbeat of "dong dong dong" made people involuntarily quicken their pace.Suddenly there was a burst of applause, some people applauded, some people whistled, it was very lively.

"Nanxiang Inn" is one of the largest hostels in Yucheng, and it is usually full most of the time.Moreover, the front hall restaurant is open to the public. Although it is not comparable to a specialized restaurant, it is superior in quality and low price, so it is always very lively.Especially when it's almost meal time, it's full of people.However, Dugu has never seen such a scene with three floors inside and three floors outside. See what this means, as if he is watching some kind of performance.

Before he could squeeze in, Mu Ping quietly called out: "Young Master, look at Qin Xian...not at the bottom, but standing at the top of the stairs, what is he doing?"

Dugu looked up, and sure enough, Qin Xian was blocking the stairs with a sad face, his embarrassment and bewilderment contrasted sharply with the surrounding audience.A bad premonition welled up in his heart, Dugu Mian pulled away the spectators and squeezed into the encirclement.The bystanders were being pushed and shoved roughly, and they turned around to scold, but were overwhelmed by his momentum, and stepped aside.

Young Master Hou is tall, so he doesn't need to squeeze into the inner circle, he can already see the middle scene clearly.

A wild girl is dancing.The skirt just reached the knee, the calf was bare, and the feet were bare.The hair was also loose, and the bell on the silver collar rang non-stop as the body swayed.There are only drums, no music, and the drums and dance steps are well matched, so it is not monotonous.

Then he saw the drummer.

Song Wei sat on the table with one leg bent and the other crossed, and the double-sided snare drum rested on the crossed knee.He squinted his eyes halfway, with a lazy and comfortable smile on his face, and put his hands on the drum casually. The sound of each beat hit the step, and his body swayed slightly, as if he was intoxicated.After shooting for a while, he suddenly opened his mouth to sing, the tone was clear and bright, the tune was melodious, with distinctive exotic features.Everyone strained their ears and listened to a few words, except for a very small number of knowledgeable people who could tell that it was Persian, and more people didn't understand a word.The strange thing is that even though he couldn't understand it, his heart was itchy because of the ups and downs. Without any explanation, he could hear the style of singing in the song.

Following Song Wei's singing, the barbarian girl also danced more cheerfully.After singing a section, the applause and applause surged like thunder, and tinkling copper coins were thrown all over the floor.As if excited by the audience, Song Wei suddenly opened his eyes, jumped down from the table, raised his hands high, and walked towards the girl while singing and stepping on the drums.The singing is full of lingering meaning, and the demeanor is even more gentle and affectionate.The girl gave him a fiery look, and the audience clamored and shouted again, and more copper coins were thrown into the field.

"Crack!" There was a loud noise.The crowd fell silent suddenly, and the singing and dancing stopped abruptly.Everyone was startled and looked towards the venue, the dining table that was used to pad Song Wei's buttocks before somehow overturned and split in two.

Dugu went to the middle and called out: "Song Wei." The voice was not loud, but everyone who listened was shocked.Those who have nothing to do with the strong anger hidden behind the two words can clearly perceive it.

Song Wei thought badly, why did this bastard come back so early today, he immediately lowered his eyebrows and said honestly, "Young Master." You can't be called Young Master in front of people, he is the same as the guards, and Dugu is called Young Master.In fact, up until now, Song Wei only knew the surname of Lord Dugu but not his real name.He didn't intend to ask at all, and the other didn't even think to say it.

After the onlookers found Dugu, they quickly dispersed.As long as it is not a stranger who just checked in today, most of them know that these are the guests of the VIP suite upstairs.Although his identity is unknown, his style cannot be concealed from others.As for the relationship between Song Wei and the leader, the hostel owner and fellow regular guests, whoever cares about it, these days, no one can understand it.At this time, no one is causing trouble for nothing, so leave quickly.

Song Wei saw Dugu's younger brother standing there with a livid face, waited for a while, but when he didn't speak, he began to bend down to pick up the copper coins.

After Dugu was about to explode.At the same time, I felt that it was completely unnecessary for me to be so angry, so I became even more angry.After taking a few deep breaths in secret, he said in a deep voice, "Come up with me, right away." After saying that, he turned around and walked upstairs.

Song Wei handed the small drum to a middle-aged man in barbarian clothes next to him: "Uncle Lai, please clean up the money on the ground with Sister Lai."

The dancing girl whispered: "Father, I should give Brother Song half of the money."

Song smiled and said: "I told you to join in the fun." He pushed his mouth upstairs slightly, "See? I don't need it. I'm really happy today, thank you all."

Seeing Dugu stopped on the stairs, his complexion became even darker, and he hastened to go up.Halfway through the run, he suddenly raised his head and said to Qin Xian, "Brother Qin, can you lend me half the money?"

Qin Xian went to take out his pocket and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Pay the boss's desk money."

On the other side, Mu Ping sincerely felt that the young master's face was as black as a carbon ball.Immediately rushed to the shopkeeper downstairs and said: "It will be counted in our bill." After a few steps, Qin Xian was dragged away.

Dugu Mian walked to the door of the room, but didn't go in.Song Wei understands that she needs to go in first.While sighing bad luck and prosperity, he stepped into the door.Dugu Mian closed the door, slowly suppressed his anger, and asked, "Who are those two?"

"It's a pair of father and daughter who go to the rivers and lakes to perform. We met downstairs at lunch. Why, it's raining. Let's join in the fun and have fun."

The posture was very respectful, but the indifferent tone aroused the anger that was barely suppressed.Ever since he was an adult, there were countless times when Lord Dugu got really angry.So at this moment, his rationality did not allow himself to express his anger, because it was too inexplicable.Of course, so far, there is no second person like Song Wei who dares to provoke him so boldly and ignore him.But reason still tells him that getting angry is an inappropriate thing.

Song Wei peeked at his expression, and explained sincerely: "Didn't the young master say that as long as you are in the hostel, you can go downstairs to relax and do some activities as long as you are in the hostel? I am very careful." , absolutely did not reveal the identity of the young master, and absolutely did not say anything irrelevant to others."

With this dogleg appearance, Dugu can only hold back his anger in his heart.After looking at him for a while, he asked, "Are you short of money?"

"Fortunately."

"Whatever you want to eat, whatever you want, you can say anything. There's nothing here, tell Mu Ping and Qin Xian in advance, as long as it's not too much, it's not impossible to bring it in from outside."

Song Wei was taken aback.Could it be that this is to improve the material treatment of the suspect and bed partner?Respectfully agreed.

Dugu looked at him, the fire still hadn't come out, and he felt very uncomfortable.He flicked his sleeves and walked in: "Stop acting like a singer, shame on you."

He sat down at the table and turned his mind to business.Song Wei didn't see anything for a long time, turned around and saw that he was still standing by the door.Unhappily said: "I didn't make you stand as a punishment, so what should you do?"

Song Wei looked at him with a rare serious expression: "Young Master, that's it. I don't think it's shameful to sell singing. It's shameful to get something for nothing. No matter how hard you work, no matter what you gain, earning money with your labor is really not shameful." Take a ten thousand step back and say, I am ashamed of singing today, and it is not your man who lost me. I lost my own, so I don’t bother you. In fact, I feel ashamed. It’s quite embarrassing for the crime of being on the owner’s bed. I don’t know if the young master thinks so?”

Dugu's eyes narrowed.He didn't want to suppress his anger at all: "Song Wei, do you really think you have more face just because I give you face?"

Song Wei thought that the neuropathy had recovered for a few days, and then began to suffer from symptoms again.Probably the happy ending of the afternoon was too disappointing, and suddenly I was too lazy to deal with him, and turned back tit-for-tat: "Little Lord, up to now, my ass has nothing to do with you, and my face really has nothing to do with you. Even if I I'm a suspect, and I didn't sell it to you. Of course, you can be more unreasonable, because I can't resist."

Dugu stood up abruptly, and dragged Song Wei to the bedroom.

When he needs to use his tongue, he is always eloquent, and he has never been so aggrieved in arguing with others.Picking up Song Wei and throwing it on the bed, after taking a few breaths, she suddenly shouted: "Sing!"

Song Wei didn't understand: "What?"

Dugu gritted his teeth: "Sing!"

Song Wei was amazed how the neuropathy of the heart could deteriorate so quickly.Feeling that he should not allow the other party's symptoms to worsen, otherwise he would be the one who would be unlucky in the end, so he tried his best to open his mouth and said in frustration, "I can't sing."

"Sing as soon as I tell you to sing! No more food!"

Song Wei had no choice but to say: "Singing is something that can only be sung if you are in the mood."

Dugu Mian said in a cold tone: "Why, you're quite in the mood for a bunch of people you don't know, but you're not in the mood for me?"

Song Wei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself. Now you can sing 'Four Seas Emperor Style Quilt, Millennium Virtuous Yongqing. Not to mention the military uniform, today's success' come and listen to it."

This is a triumphal song written by Gao Zu, and Xian Xichao can sing it even if he is a man.

Dugu Mian didn't listen to his nonsense, squeezed his chin, and ordered: "Just sing the song I sang before. If you don't sing, you won't have dinner. Anyway, you won't starve to death after a meal or two, so you don't have to worry about it if you have too much energy."

Song Wei felt that if he didn't sing a song today, he might not give food to this pervert, so he cleared his throat and began to sing reluctantly.

After listening for a while, Dugu frowned.It's still the same tone, but the feeling is completely different.Stiff and rigid, not like singing, but like sawing.The figure on the dining table with legs crossed and knees bent and beating the drums flashed in my mind, and the figure on the dance floor with its head raised and its eyes flying, the more I heard the sawing sound, the more harsh it became.

Suddenly he raised his hand, covered Song Wei's mouth, and pushed him down on the bed: "If you can't sing, you can always scream. Stop singing, change to someone who screams."

The author has something to say: The triumphant song in this chapter quotes popular lyrics in the Tang Dynasty.