Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

drunk for ten years

Although in the 48th year of Qianlong, Fan's family property was seized by the court for crimes such as "defeating more and more, so that he miscarried and missed classes last year, and owed a lot of official money", "losing as much as 60 million taels", etc. Official positions in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Ministry of Households and other yamen were dismissed, and Fan Qingji and others became prisoners of the class, but now the Fan family's family fortune is still there, and Su Baoer has joined the Fan family. Got to struggle in the quagmire of the marketplace.

But it can be considered that Su Baoer has some conscience, he finally abandoned the deep house and compound, and chose this small courtyard in the alley.

The alley with white walls, gray tiles and blue stones is now in spring, and the willows protruding from the wall are sprouting. The alleys are still as lively as before, and the courtyard is peaceful. Su Baoer learned a few things from Hua Jingzhao The tricks, the flower guns are flying in the hands, and they are playing in a decent way.

"Brother Hua, why don't I learn opera with you, and I can do a couple of tricks from time to time."

"You, let's accept this heart." Su Qingchi flew over on the recliner not far away.

Su Bao'er stuck out her tongue, playing with the flower gun more and more smoothly.

Outside the yard, the sound of singing big drums and playing tricks could be faintly heard. Su Baoer felt a little itchy, so she threw away the flower gun and ran out to watch the monkey show.

Put the flower gun water flag and other building blocks into the box, "A group of flower drum opera singers came outside today, do you want to go and have a look?"

Su Qingchi took a sip of hot tea and shook his head, "No, I haven't finished reading the only biography yesterday, and I'm tired, so I don't want to move."

Hua Jingzhao smiled, "Seeing that you are in better spirits these days, I heard you sing a short piece of tune yesterday. The singing is smooth, delicate and euphemistic, but the tune is very pleasant. It's not like Kunqu opera, nor Qinqiang opera, but a bit of Henan Bangzi opera. accent."

Su Qingchi put down the tea bowl, with a smile on his lips, "But in that song, a younger sister Lin fell from the sky, like a light cloud just came out of Xiu. I only thought that he was a rough and frivolous person in his belly, but it turned out that his bones were strange and not vulgar... It was clear in front of his eyes A foreign visitor, but in my heart I feel like an old friend.'”

"Exactly this song." Hua Jingzhao knocked on the fan bone.Su Qingchi just smiled and didn't say a word, he just got in the mood occasionally, and sang a passage casually. This piece of Henan script was his favorite in his previous life, but he suddenly remembered it yesterday and used it to practice his voice.

Hua Jingzhao knew that Su Qingchi was in a good mood these past two days, and it probably had something to do with Su Baoer. Even if he didn't care about Su Baoer's going or staying, he still couldn't let it go. Man, I can't help but think of the sentence Su Qingchi sang just now, "Quietness is like flowers shining in water, actions are like wind supporting willows".

"Master, take part in the tea." Lu Qing brought a cup of hot tea to Shang Chengde.

Shang Chengde was lowering his head and flicking his abacus, a wrinkle was tightly twisted between his brows, he hummed lightly, and didn't move.Lu Qing pushed Shencha towards him again, seeing that he was in the middle of his calculations, Shang Chengde finally looked up at him.Lu Qing coughed, "It's not good to be cold."

Shang Chengde picked it up and took a sip, then handed him the tea bowl, "Take it down."

"Master, this is what the second master ordered. He said that you have been in a bad mood for the past few days and have been overworked. You can no longer let your body be spoiled. Tell me to watch you finish drinking, otherwise..." Lu Qing looked at Shang Chengde He gradually stopped talking.

Shang Chengde snorted, "Is he your master or am I your master?"

Lu Qing muttered softly, "Second Master is thinking of you.

Shang Chengde kept a cold face and didn't speak. Lu Qing knew that he was angry, so he stopped talking. After waiting for a long time, seeing that Shang Chengde didn't intend to touch the ginseng tea after all, he could only take a sip of the ginseng tea resentfully. withdraw.

At the door, Shang Chengen was standing quietly under the flower corridor. Seeing that the ginseng tea in Lu Qing's hand was in the black sandalwood tea tray and in the red-glazed white porcelain tea bowl, the ginseng tea had hardly moved, so he couldn't help but frowned, "Still haven't drunk it yet. Is it?"

Lu Qing didn't know that Shang Chengen was still outside the door, so he couldn't help being startled when he heard the sound, "Second Master."

Shang Chengen motioned him to keep silent, Lu Qing looked at Shang Chengde who was buried in the pile of accounts in the room, and nodded lightly, "I only took a sip, and I didn't touch it again."

"You can tell him that this tea is me..." Shang Chengen's eyes moved, but he didn't continue.

"Say it, I took a sip when I didn't say it. After I said it, he didn't drink any more, and his complexion was not very good. He probably annoyed me." Lu Qing didn't notice that Shang Chengen frowned after hearing his words. Screw it deeper.

"He still cares about that after all." Shang Chengen whispered. "Second Master?" "I still have half a wild ginseng, you take it to the kitchen, and make ginseng tea every day and send it to the elder brother's room, just say it was Madam's order." Shang Chengen confessed.

"That ginseng is a thousand-year-old wild ginseng. If I don't drink it, it will be ruined."

"You just go on as you say."

"Yes."

After Lu Qing went down, Shang Chengen looked at the people in the room at the window for a while, and then slowly left.

In the pavilion with flying corners, Shang Chengen sat quietly, with a jug of wine placed on the stone table in front of him, and he poured himself a drink.Surrounded by blue lake water and tender willows blowing in the wind.

He was dressed in a moon-white gauze gown, with a blue and white mandarin jacket with his teeth pinched outside, a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows that slanted into his temples were slightly twisted, his lips were tightly pursed, and his resolute side face was ruthless and lustless. He was born with a strong physique. Sometimes even more handsome and arrogant.Taking a sip of cold wine, Shang Chengen held the wine glass and stared at the folding fan in his hand, slightly lost in thought.

This ebony folding fan is not a precious item at all, he has never been interested in these things, but this folding fan, he has kept it for more than ten years, the hollow fan bone carved with lacquer and gold has now been worn with some gold paint, revealing the brown inside There is not much decoration on the fan, but a pair of ink plums, ink plum branches, bright red plum petals, it is pleasing to look at, but if you look closely, you can find that the brushwork and ink in this painting are not lacking in tenderness.

That's right, this book was drawn by that man when he was seven years old. It was not easy for him to hold a pen at that time, so it took a lot of effort to be able to draw like this.That person cherished it very much at first, but he gave it to him just because he said he liked it.But I don't know that the gadgets and objects he will give in the future, even if they are rare, they are not as precious as this folding fan.

Recalling that day when he was drunk in the pavilion, the man saw him and helped him into the house.

That person has been buried in the bills and accounts for more than a month, covered in the fragrance of books and ink all over his body, and he can smell it clearly when he tilts his head slightly. The fine sweat that broke out made a trace of satisfaction in my heart.

How many years has he been so close to himself?For a moment, I only felt a familiar but unfamiliar flame rising in my stomach, and my arms couldn't help but squeeze the man tightly.

He remembered that the man said helplessly, "Why is Mo Jiu so drunk, and Mo Jiu doesn't care about you?"

The opening and closing of his lips made him inexplicably dry, and in a moment of brain fever, he pressed the man to the bedside and kissed him. Although he was a man, his lips were unexpectedly soft, and the man's eyes flashed with shock. But then she pushed him away abruptly, and left angrily with a shake of her sleeves.

Are you drunk?It would be nice if you were really drunk.

No, maybe I have already been drunk, deeply drunk, and I have been drunk for more than ten years, but I don't know it all the time.

Ridiculously unaware.

Shang Chengen raised his head and took another sip of the cold wine, rolling in his throat, but what he swallowed was a bitter taste, which penetrated into the internal organs.

Lu Qing went to Shang Chengen's house and Mojiu took ginseng and handed it to the kitchen, passed on Shang Chengen's instructions, and then returned to Shang Chengde.Probably because he was really tired, Shang Chengde was rubbing the center of his brows, the look of tiredness between his brows and eyes could no longer be concealed, upon closer inspection, there were a few silver strands in his hair.

Lu Qing was inexplicably stuck in his heart.

Shang Chengde heard the sound, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Are you ready for that?"

Lu Qing swallowed the unbearable feeling in his heart, "It's almost there."

The frown between Shang Chengde's brows loosened a bit, "Well, when it really comes, don't forget my explanation."

Lu Qing only felt the tip of his nose sore, and his voice was choked up, "Master..."

"Okay, you go out, I won't go out for dinner, you send someone to bring the food into the room."

"……Yes."