Stirring up with the old enemy

"drive--!"

A fast horse galloped through the Chang'an market. The man on the horse had not removed his armor, and his face under the helmet was covered with dust.The maroon-red horses were dripping with sweat, but they were still vigorous and vigorous as they stomped on the ground.

Most of Chang'an City is full of athletes, idlers on both sides of the road quickly avoided seeing this.The oil wall cart Hao Chun was riding in was also affected, and the imperial coachman tightened the bridle and returned the cart to the entrance of the alley.The wheels of the carriage slammed, and the carriage came to a dangerous stop, not daring to jolt the little Marquis Hao Chun inside the carriage.

But Hao Chun has no time to complain.

He was frowning and looking at the back of the army horse leaving in a hurry. The bamboo curtain in the car was half-drawn, and he held the bamboo curtain with two fingers and rubbed it subconsciously.The horse that galloped across the city just now was not a post station horse, but a military horse purchased by the imperial court from Dawan Kingdom last spring.

Since Da Sikong Cheng Huaijing took over the government, this kind of bloody BMW mixed blood has been used as a military horse and used in large quantities at the border.Outside Yumen Pass and border areas, this kind of fast horse is very common, but what kind of military situation... needs to gallop across the city like this?

"Master Hou, do you need lozenges of ginseng?" Mi'er, the maid, spoke weakly.

Hao Chun came back to his senses, put down the bamboo curtain and smiled, and lazily leaned back against the wall of the car again. "Who do you think Master Ben Hou is? Let me tell you, I'm not bragging, young master. With my current physical strength, it's not a problem to drink three peach blossom drunks in a row!"

Mi'er pursed her lips and giggled.

Hao Chun also smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes under his thick eyebrows.

The imperial court has been prosperous and peaceful for a long time, and the only thing that can make Cheng Da Sikong worry is the Western Regions.The war in the Western Regions is stalemate. Since Cheng Da Sikong tried his best to persuade Emperor Yong'an to go to war three years ago, there have always been more defeats than victories.

No one knows why Cheng Da Sikong is obsessed with the Western Regions. There are lush vegetation and gold mines, but many forces are intertwined. The barbarians love cavalry and are brave and good at fighting.Since the son of the Qin family sat on the throne, for more than a hundred years, he has always maintained an attitude of fighting and talking. He opened a business a few years ago, and the goods sold from the Western Regions are also expensive. They are only for the palace. Can get a few.

... can't do it.

Hao Chun sneered in his heart, throwing so much silver and troops into it was like smashing into a mud pit, a bottomless mud pit.What's so good about the Western Regions?His Hao family was defeated in the Western Regions.

The carriage stopped at the door of the busiest Husi in the West Market, Hao Chun lowered his head, let Mi'er, the maid, put on the veil for him, and got out of the carriage casually with a sneer on his lips.

He didn't dare to bring the horse-drawn carriage of the Hou's mansion according to grades to Chang'an Xishi Fangjian today.But even if he was going out in casual clothes, Hao Chun still wore a luxurious snow-white silk robe, with unicorns with teeth and claws tattooed on the cuffs and hem, and a variety of beautiful jade hanging on his waist.

"Oh, young master," the beauty selling wine in front of Hu Si saw him at a glance, her eyes were fluttering and flattering, and she struck up a conversation with non-standard Chang'an official dialect. "Come in and sit!"

Through the veiled hat, Hao Chun's vision also seems to be covered with a layer of white mist.

"Drinking is the second priority." Hao Chun walked in with a smile, and said leisurely, "I heard that you have a strange flower here, nicknamed Yanzhixue. I want to see it."

Mi'er, the maid, followed behind him and stepped into the Husi.

The inside of the Hu Si was smoky and dimly lit.There was a blond and blue-eyed orchid holding wine with bare arms, his right leg straddling the table, and a dozen gold chains hanging on his bare arms, jingling and rolling dice with a table of drinkers.The smell of wine was rampant, and most of the drunkards who came to drink in this bar didn't mean to drink, their eyes were full, and they stared at the slender hands of the orchid shaking the dice cup like flies.

"open!"

"big big big!"

Hao Chun casually walked past the nearly crazy drinkers and walked back.In the back there is an elegant house with an embroidered blanket, and a Hu merchant with a beard is guarding the door, twisting a pair of jade beads in his hands.

"Hey, this young master is unfamiliar." Hu Shang saw Hao Chun walking towards the elegant house without looking sideways, speaking non-standard Chang'an official dialect in a hoarse voice, and apologized with a smile. "Is there a girl you like?"

Hao Chun paused.

"Bah, bah, tear your stinky dog's mouth!" The maid Mi'er's face was flushed, and she instantly turned into a calf-protecting female beast, standing in front of Hao Chun, and fiercely spit at Hu Shang with her hips on her hips: " Our Hou... Is Mr. Hou such a picky person? Huh?"

Hu Shang chewed the mint leaves twice, and then cupped his hands unhurriedly at Mi'er again. "Then, why is your son here?"

"Come and see the flowers! You have entered a pot of rouge snow, my son is here specially to see the flowers."

"Oh, it's because of the pot of rouge snow." Hu Shang's smile did not change, he still twisted the two jade beads in his palm, and smiled courteously, "It's a pity that the pot of flowers can't be seen right now."

"Why can't you see it?" Mi'er, the maid, raised her voice and asked ferociously, "I saw it before Yashe's door, and here it is! It's under the embroidered blanket."

The embroidered blankets from Persia are intricately patterned, with black-eyed and curly-haired foreign women embroidered on them.Hao Chun looked at the embroidered blankets with great interest, his brows and eyes were clear and handsome behind the hood, half hidden, when his maid Mier was arguing with Hu Shang, he was like a nobleman who indulged his slaves, completely unobtrusive.

Hu Shang rolled his eyes, and was a little suspicious of Hao Chun's identity, so he added something. "Sikong Cheng Da Sikong is going to hold a birthday banquet for the Holy One this year, and all the respectable people in the court are thinking about giving gifts."

"It's none of your business!" The maid Mi'er interrupted him loudly, her face flushed even more.Suspecting that the Hu businessman was lying, she raised her brows and sneered, "You are just a lowly businessman who can only stay in Chang'an West Market with an invitation, how dare you worry about court officials giving gifts!"

But this was inappropriate, and it gave away the truth.

Hao Chun hurriedly held down Mi'er, the maid, and laughed. "Gift, so someone bought your pot of rouge snow?"

What the maid Mi'er said just now has revealed the truth, no matter how ostentatious the maids of ordinary officials' homes are, they will not have such a contemptuous aura. They are probably personal servants from the noble family of the dynasty.

Hu Shang became more respectful and bowed his head, not daring to look at Hao Chun again. "My son, I didn't buy it. It's just that an adult surnamed Li found a painter, saying that he wanted to paint a screen base with rouge snow, and then find someone to embroider the silk screen. The flower is now in the backyard. The painter I'm painting right now."

"Disappointing." Hao Chun sighed lazily, most of the interest had gone down. "That……"

"Hou...Young Master," Mi'er, the maid, saw that he was about to go back home, and was a little bit hesitant to get off the stage.This pot of rouge snow was recommended by her, and it was the first time that the young master brought her out alone, so she tried her best to save face, and gently shook Hao Chun's cuff. "The painter probably doesn't mind us going to observe together."

"Yes, yes, I don't mind, I don't mind." Hu Shang repeatedly apologized and said respectfully: "The little merchant will take you to see the pot of rouge snow."

Hao Chun was not very interested, but unexpectedly, the Hu merchant continued, "This is just in time for the flowers to bloom. One branch has nine stems, and the beauty is extremely beautiful."

Hao Chun glanced sideways from behind the veiled hat, the rouge snow painted on the forehead of the maid Mi'er is really good!He changed his mind. "Okay, let's lead the way."

"Yes, sir, please wait a moment."

Hu Shangchao winked left and right, and immediately a dozen tough Hu men started to clean up the place, and the elegant house hidden behind the embroidered blanket soon became silent.After half a stick of incense, Hu Shang took the lead and got behind the embroidered blanket in the middle, and the maid Mi'er protected Hao Chun, meandering into the elegant house.Pipas are hung on the walls of the elegant house, a red-glazed thin-necked bottle is placed on the desk, and there are still unfinished melons and fruits in the sunflower basin, but there is no one else.

Hu Shang twisted the wall mechanism, and the entire wall on the east side was opened from it.Hu Shang smiled apologetically, bowed and said, "This is all arranged by the merchant in front, and the small merchant has not touched it since he took over. The back is a clean room, which was originally used as a Buddhist altar, but now the small merchant has converted it into a studio. The pot of rouge Xue and that painter are in the studio. Please, my lord!"

Hao Chun nodded with a half-smile.

After the mechanism, there really is something wrong.In the promenade, the sound of the piano is sparse, and plantains are planted all over the place. When walking to the backyard, you can vaguely hear a series of nonsense.

"Although it is a wine shop, fighting paintings is a pleasure in the west market, and small businessmen often deal with these painters." Hu Shang led the way in front, and introduced in a hurry: "The one who invited here today The artist is a young man, only 17 years old, and I heard that elancao is a masterpiece. Would you like to meet him too, my lord?"

Hao Chun sneered lazily. "Master, I'm not good at poetry, and I don't like to look at paintings. See, there's no need."

"Yes, sir, you can do whatever you want."

Hu Shang put Yuzhu into the bottom of his sleeve, opened the door with both hands, turned around and apologized with a smile. "The little businessman should go talk to him first and let him avoid it."

There was orchid fragrance lingering inside the door, and the sound of the piano that had been scattered all the time stopped abruptly at this moment, and a cold voice came from inside. "Didn't I say that I don't like to be disturbed when I'm painting?"

brush!Hao Chun pulled off his hood abruptly, narrowed his eyes, and sneered bitterly. "Jun Han!?"

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