After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

On the day when the palace examination was released, Master Song was still far outside the city.

He unhurriedly stayed in the wing room for a while, then came out wearing the clothes of an ordinary gentleman, and brought Jing Xiu and Yang Chuan to meet at the city gate.

Yang Chuan hid at the foot of the city wall, looking furtively into the city like a thief. The soldiers guarding the city gate glanced at him for countless times.

Master Song couldn't see it, so he patted him on the shoulder from behind, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yang Chuan is a martial arts practitioner, so he had already noticed his arrival. Hearing this, he turned around, looked at him and said, "Brother Song, you look like a human being in your body."

Master Song's mouth twitched: "If you don't know how to compliment others, then don't boast."

Yang Chuan scratched his head. He didn't wear the clothes he usually wears in the martial arts arena today. Both of them looked like ordinary rich and noble sons. The soldiers looked at them a few more times, probably because of Yang Chuan's sneaky look.

Master Song didn't use the pass order from the palace, but an ordinary token.

There are not many people entering the city today, and most of the people on the street are going to Yong'an Street in the east. It is the busiest time of the day.

Yang Chuan looked left and right, and pointed to the road opposite Yong'an Street to Master Song: "Brother Song, we can go there later, the location of the attic is just right to see this street, what do you think?"

Master Song shook the fan in his hand: "You were just watching this? What are you doing furtively?"

Yang Chuan sighed, but he didn't answer the question: "I went back yesterday and had a fight with my father. He didn't scold me, and then he beat me with a bamboo pole. I can't fight back against my father, can I?"

Master Song raised his eyebrows: "...Why are you arguing with your father again?"

Yang Chuan goes home twice a month as a routine, and every time he goes back these times, everyone is aware of the quarrel. His father has always hated him for being a wooden pile and refused to study literature to become an official in the court. He thinks his father is too pedantic, Now that the mountains and rivers are misty, what the court lacks the most is not civil servants, but military commanders.

The father and son could argue about this topic from inside to outside, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. After such a long time, no one would accept the other, but Master Song always felt that if his father really wanted to force him to become an official in the court, he should directly Let him take the imperial examination instead of throwing him into the moat camp as he wished.

Although the moat camp was broken, it was still a place for generals to stay, and his father obviously wanted to train him.

But this time he guessed wrong, Yang Chuan smiled embarrassedly: "Because I went to a brothel that night, my father was so angry that he almost broke my leg, just squatting there was afraid that my father would guard the city. The door caught me."

Master Song: "..."

To visit brothels is to visit brothels.

He coughed, took two steps back, and said in shock, "Since when did you have this habit?!"

Yang Chuan blushed and quickly waved his hands: "Nonsense! Brother Song, don't you want to find a good place to watch the parade?! I went to survey the location for you!"

"..."

Song Shi was silent.

He glanced at the loft across the street, which seemed to be very pompous and prosperous, and then glanced at Yang Chuan: "...Don't tell me, that place is a brothel."

Yang Chuan nodded.

Master Song: "..."

Half an hour later, almost all the people on the street came out. From the street to the end of the street, girls with flower baskets rushed to see the Sanding Jia parading over the street. The people flooded the street like a tide, wave after wave. Bodi came over in a crowd of street teams, and there were endless discussions.

"The gold list of this year's palace examination has been posted, who are the top three?"

"The number one scholar is over sixty years old, and the second place is a married scholar. Only Tanhualang is the second son of Prince Jingkang's mansion!"

"I heard that he is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and his talent is famous far and wide. I don't know what he looks like?"

"Can be hand-picked as Tanhua, you don't know what he looks like?"

"Hurry up, Tanhualang is here—"

There was a constant stream of people, Master Song listened to all the discussions on the street along with the wind, a girl in the attic wore revealing tulle came up to toast, Yang Chuan didn't drink, and was forced to be dizzy by all the yingyingyanyans He begged with a bitter face: "Brother Song, Brother Song! Help me! If I go back smelling of alcohol, my old man will beat me to death with a whip!"

Master Song caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, turned around and raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you only pouring wine, but someone might pour it on me?"

What he said was originally to mock Yang Chuan for attracting bees and butterflies by nature, but the girl in the lead, Lan Xiang, was a fine person. When she heard this, she quickly got up, with a charming smile, and her toasting movements were natural. When she bent down, she touched her chest The spring scenery is seductive, exhaling like orchid: "Young master forgive me, Lan Xiang is rude. If so, Lan Xiang will punish herself with a cup."

Master Song leaned back, watched her raise the wine cup, watched her drink it up, and the thought that flashed in his mind was:

This temperament is true or false, it is not as natural as Xiaoshu's cold face.

A group of girls originally watched Master Song with a cold face and ignored people at first, and Master Song's cold face is quite capable of bluffing people, looking at it is as cold as ice, full of the aura of not being close to strangers, Now that he has said that himself, the girls tacitly agree that he is not happy to be left out, and immediately surround him.

In the fragrance of the red sleeves, Yang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and Master Song looked at the wine cups that kept pouring in front of him: "..."

Vein jumping.

As soon as Yang Chuan was relieved, he immediately jumped to the side, and turned his eyes to the crowds on the street. He caught a glimpse of the tall horses, and the faces of the number one scholar and the second place who were over sixty years old had undisguised joy on their faces.

Compared with the other two, Song Shu, the last one in the team, was the youngest, but he was the calmest one. He had won two yuan in a row before, and won Tanhua at the age of seventeen. There is a way to go.

It's a pity that today's imperial court has long since lost its gold and jade.

The prosperity of this street is in sight, and the bustle is just a fleeting cloud, and the prosperous exterior hides a decadent interior.

but……

Master Song's gaze was fixed on someone in the team slowly approaching from the attic.

The young man was gorgeous, he rode a horse and paraded through the street, his red sleeves fluttered against the railing, flowers and petals flew all over the sky on both sides of the street, and there were girls who sneaked out of the house and threw flowers on him, and he walked by in a white robe, Without squinting, his expression is always calm.

It really made him guess right, it turned out to be Tanhua.

But I also know that it is impossible for the emperor to hand-pick the number one scholar for him, and the great talents who have won three yuan are too out of the circle. Isn't this increasing the ambition of the Song family and destroying the royal prestige?

Master Song faintly heard someone shouting: "Tan Hua Lang! Look this way!"

"Second Young Master Song is so handsome, I have a daughter here, I wonder if you have someone you like—"

"What a handsome young master..."

"look here!"

A girl failed to persuade him to drink, so she followed his gaze, covered her lips and smiled and said, "This year's Tanhua Lang is so handsome."

"I don't know which family's Tanhualang it is."

The girls in the brothel receive customers all day long and have little chance to contact the outside world. It is impossible for Song Shu to come to this kind of fireworks place. It is normal for these girls not to recognize them.

Master Song smiled and said nothing, with an inexplicable sense of pride, and said in his heart: My family.

Lan Xiang also waved her fan and said, "I've never seen anything like this before. Looking at the appearance of this cold-faced young man, I'm afraid many girls will fall in love with her."

Master Song blocked a girl's drink, and asked strangely: "Why is there a girl who has a cold face?"

"Young Master, I don't understand." Lan Xiang smiled and took the opportunity to pour the wine, and winked, "Young Master wants to know, after drinking this glass of wine, Lan Xiang will give Lan Xiang a face, and Lan Xiang will tell Young Master."

It's not that Master Song can't drink, he frowned, drank it in one gulp, and asked again: "So why?"

Lan Xiang was satisfied, and said with a smile: "Master, I don't know, these girls like this kind of ice cubes, the colder the better."

She glanced at Master Song, then covered her lips and said, "However... Lan Xiang prefers a young master, who is more masculine."

All the girls laughed and booed, "Yes, yes", "You only like the young master." "What should I do if I like it?"

As Lan Xiang said, seeing that the atmosphere was just right, she was about to lean over lightly, but Master Song dodged indiscriminately. It just so happened that Yang Chuan saw Song Shu walking through the street on horseback, and shouted down while holding the window, "Second Young Master!" !Second Young Master, look up!"

A man's voice suddenly sounded amid the laughter of all the girls, big and small. It was too obvious. Song Shu obviously paused, pulled the rein, and turned his head to look back. In an instant, he met Master Song's eyes across the air.

Song Shuqing Lingling's eyes still had no emotion.

Master Song was a little dissatisfied, thinking: Could it be that I told him that I would come to see him, and he would not be surprised?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw flower petals flying all over the street, many people threw flowers at Song Shu, and saw a girl next to him holding a flower in her hand, she turned around and asked, "Are there any flowers here?"

Lan Xiang also saw this scene, she was stunned when she heard the words, and said: "Yes."

She quickly brought two orchids from the vase. Master Song lowered his head and sniffed the flowers. Seeing that the petals were fresh with water droplets on them, they looked very delicate, and smiled.

The orchid is cool, but fragrant, very similar to Song Shu.

He remembered that Song Shu's favorite was plum blossoms. In fact, plum blossoms were similar to him, but now it was this season, and there were no plum blossoms to pick, so he had to settle for the next best thing.

When Master Song turned his head and saw that Song Shu seemed to be turning his head, he felt that he had drunk his head, and he was a little drunk after a glass of wine.

Song Shu was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reached out to catch the flower firmly among the flying petals, paused, lowered his head and smelled it, then lowered his eyes and curled his lips, and smiled softly.

He tucked the flowers into his sleeves.

The tidbits all over the sky quickly overwhelmed him, and Master Song couldn't see Song Shu's expression anymore.

Song Shu is gone, there is no need to stay here any longer.

The two quickly came out of the box in the brothel, and bumped into Luo Fang who had just come out from the next door, both of them were shocked.

It is a scandal that the courtier/prince goes in and out of the fireworks place. Master Song knows what he is here for, but he has never heard that Luo Fang is a lecher. Then there is only one reason why he happened to be next door to them when he went in and out of the brothel.

He also came to see the gold list parade.

Or to put it another way, he also came to see Song Shu.