Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

The meal in the brothel is not delicious. As soon as the breakfast was finished, the attendant immediately took out a set of clothes made of gauze, and put them coldly in front of He Zhiyang: "The head of the house told me that the young master should change into this clothes as soon as possible after finishing his meal. Go downstairs and learn the rules."

He Zhiyang shook off the tuft of clothes, a few touches of gorgeous embroidery were dotted on the plain white jacket, the sleeves were opened to the elbows, and the crepe fabric could faintly peep the flesh.

Wearing this to drink is much more convenient than wearing the long gown on his body.

He Zhiyang didn't hesitate, and put his clothes on his body neatly.

The attendant was stunned, thinking that this person would make a big fuss, but he didn't even ask...

It's no wonder that the head of the family prefers him, this expression and demeanor are completely the demeanor of the top oiran.

He Zhiyang ran downstairs, there was already a row of prostitutes standing at the top of the stairs, all dressed up, looking at He Zhiyang with guarded eyes.

He Zhiyang chuckled secretly, too lazy to talk to others.

The old bustard came in and began to lecture and talk about the rules, roughly saying that the door would only open to receive guests after [-]:[-] in the evening, and everyone would go to the flower hall to sell wine at this time, and whoever attracted more guests would be more famous.

The procuress didn't say clearly that the procuresses used their skills to attract customers, but could the skills of a brothel still be composing poems and writing policy theories?He must have betrayed his hue.

Many people looked at He Zhiyang secretly, and whispered behind their backs: "Where did this guy come from, he looks really top-notch."

"What's the use of being top-notch? If you can't sell wine at night, don't you have to be punished?"

"If you look good, you have to be able to show your face. Judging by his appearance, he is pure and innocent. How can he keep the guests without resorting to tricks?"

These people talked a lot, and He Zhiyang stayed in the house without hearing anything outside the window, lying on the big comfortable bed in the brothel to make up for the sleep that the Guozijian owed. It was not until dusk, when the twilight was deep, that he went out to the flower hall on the first floor in good spirits.

There are tables five or six feet long in the flower hall, and those young prostitutes stand by the table one by one. Someone hides the wine glass in the open collar, and said softly: "Which uncle bought this pot of Du Kang from ten years ago, it will I can drink this cup to the brim..."

"It is said that Nv'erhong is a good wine to drink in the wedding room. Whoever buys Nv'erhong will get drunk in the bridal chamber tonight, sir~"

He Zhiyang frowned, avoided to the end, picked up the flagon impatiently, poured two cups and sipped carefully.

The lips and teeth are fragrant, it is really a good wine.

At this time, the night was dim, and when the brothel business was at its peak, when He Zhiyang showed up, although he was just drinking indifferently, the surroundings were a little restless.

The young man's looks are too eye-catching, his forearm with clear lines appears and disappears from time to time, his slightly raised water eyes are clear and innocent, looking at them in the dim light, it's simply soul-stirring.

Many people gathered in front of him, but because the prostitutes around him were too promiscuous to attract people's attention, He Zhiyang was still sparsely populated.

He Zhiyang concentrated on drinking, did not notice the competition around him at all, and was looking down at the luminous amber cup in front of him slightly.

The cup is held at the fingertips, the weight is moderate, it fits the hand very well, the warmth is mixed with a hint of coolness.

Suddenly itching, He Zhiyang couldn't hold back the urge to show off his skills. He spun the wine glass with one hand, threw it into the air, turned around sharply, and caught it firmly.

The movements were smooth and flowing, and people around immediately applauded.

He Zhiyang grinned his lips, and on a whim, he took the luminous cup and made a whirl in the air.

The lights were dim, so he naturally didn't notice the crowd surrounding him, with unspeakable desire/desire in their eyes.

"I'll give you ten taels of silver." The man looked greedily at He Zhiyang through the candlelight: "I just want to buy a glass of wine that you personally poured, my lord."

He Zhiyang chuckled, lifted the jug and filled a glass.

The man looked happy, and was about to reach out to hook it. He Zhiyang raised his hand and threw the cup in a beautiful arc. After catching it firmly, he drank it down. He looked at him presumptuously and indifferently: "Oh? You are 15 taels of silver, I just want you to shut up."

This wine is delicious, He Zhiyang just wants to drink to show off, to show off his bartending skills, that's all.

However, this place is a brothel, how could this person give up and caress He Zhiyang's shoulder with a smile: "You little hooves can make trouble, I know that now you all have to act coquettishly, and go with me In the room, you can do whatever you want to do with your petty sex."

He Zhiyang's face finally sank, he resisted the urge to curse, and said coldly: "You, take your hands away."

"What? Don't let me touch it?" The man smiled and tried to probe down: "You said..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain coming from his arm, and the man wailed and rolled over on the ground holding his wrist that had been shot by the knife.

In the haze, he suddenly saw the corner of Feiyu's clothes, his whole body froze for a moment, he forgot to even cry out in pain, he raised his head, his eyes were like watching ghosts: "Jin... Jin Yiwei?"

The brothel was noisy and bustling, but these three words sounded like thunder in everyone's ears, and all the sounds stopped abruptly, and everyone turned their heads in unison.

Standing outside the door were three majestic Jinyi guards. The leader was wearing a flying fish suit, with a three-foot-long embroidered spring knife across his waist. The heavy night surrounded him, making him look like a Shura who wanted his life.

Qiao Yue glanced at the crowd, and said coldly: "Jin Yiwei investigates the case, don't you know how to avoid it?"

The crowd of onlookers scattered like birds and beasts, faster than the sprinting of the Imperial College after school.

He Zhiyang: "..."

No, why is Qiao Yue here?

Did he know the news that he was kidnapped?

Are you going to lose face in front of him again?

Qiao Yue approached slowly step by step, stood still in front of He Zhiyang, and silently scanned him with his eyes.

Thinking of his own attire, He Zhiyang's ears blushed inexplicably, and he clicked his tongue: "Coincidentally, I didn't expect Qiao Qianhu to be so elegant, so I came here to drink..."

Before the words fell, both feet left the ground suddenly.

It turned out that Qiao Yue grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall with one hand.

He Zhiyang was tall and slender, and his figure seemed to have grown into a youth. Qiao Yue held the man in his hand, and his tight and strong forearm muscles did not move at all.

This arm strength is too amazing!

However, He Zhiyang was in no mood to praise Qiao Yue's outstanding kung fu at this time.

he!The majestic school bully!To be carried in the hand like a baby, do you still want to save face?

He Zhiyang struggled twice, and immediately blushed angrily: "Qiao Yue, let me fucking let you go!"

It's okay if you don't struggle, but when you move, you realize that your toes are barely touching the ground. The struggle has no power at all, it's just kicking in the air.

He has never been so humiliated!

Qiao Yue came to oppose him on purpose! ?

Qiao Yue stared closely at He Zhiyang's flushed face from drunkenness, and said in a cold tone, "Is the wine good?"

There is a faint depression and madness in the eyes that are as quiet as a cold pool, which makes people feel inexplicably... It is not surprising that the owner of the eyes does anything.

He Zhiyang wanted to scold someone, but he and Qiao Yue looked at each other for a while, then his voice suddenly dropped twice, showing a bit of compromise and innocence: "...Brother Yue, I didn't drink much, I just sipped two glasses to taste. "

When he was looking at each other just now, he suddenly realized...but after not seeing each other for two days, a green stubble appeared on Qiao Yue's chin.

The whole person immediately looked a little haggard.

Even though his hair is tied up in a heroic manner, and he wears the embroidered spring knife flying fish suit, his demeanor is also meticulous.

But the bloodshot eyes revealed anxiety and worry.

He Zhiyang suddenly recalled that Qiao Yue was a low-key person and rarely wore the embroidered spring knife flying fish costume at the same time.

Unless there is a big case.

But what's the big case right now? It's just to find him.

Qiao Yue has repeatedly robbed him of the limelight, and always refuted his face.

But... when he hurt his foot, he appeared quietly.

He was hijacked by someone, and he was the one who rushed in to save people with red eyes.

Although these predicaments certainly cannot help the young master, but right now, He Zhiyang is inexplicably guilty and moved.

For these touches, He Zhiyang repayed his kindness and was willing to give Qiao Yue a soft hand.

"Why?" Qiao Yue said lightly, "I think it's a pity for you?"

"No!" He Zhiyang hurriedly apologized with a smile: "A good wine should be drunk with a good brother. If Brother Yue is not here, what's the fun of drinking it by myself?"

Qiao Yue moved his eyes away, and after a while, he took off his cloak coldly and handed it over.

It was only then that He Zhiyang remembered that he was wearing the clothes given to him by the bustard, with half of his shoulders and elbows exposed.

He grinned at himself and was about to take it, when suddenly, his wrist was clasped by a big steady hand, and before He Zhiyang could react, the warm cloak clattered onto his body.

He Zhiji's clear and indifferent voice sounded immediately: "Xun Ayang has already troubled Qianhu, so there is no need to bother about the little things right now."

He Zhiyang huddled in his brother's warm cloak, and hurriedly clarified in a low voice: "...Brother, I was knocked out on the way from school and dragged here. I don't know anything about this and I am not responsible..."

He Zhiji ignored him, and exchanged some pleasantries with Qiao Yue.

He Zhiyang watched from the side, only feeling that his elder brother's figure and temperament were not inferior to Qiao Yue's, and he was a little more noble.

As expected of his brother!

He is indeed the second face of the He family!

Huo Yao also appeared with the crowd, without a word, he came to He Zhiyang's body, raised his chin and looked carefully: "It's okay, it seems that I didn't feel wronged when I went through this day."

"Of course." He Zhiyang recalled the scene where everyone was amazed when he mixed the wine just now, and said with joy, "I rely on my face to eat, maybe I'm more nourished than the young master of Dangbo's mansion."

Huo Yao shook his head and said with a smile: "Your mentality is really good, I think you can change tomorrow and just live on shamelessness."

He Zhiyang opened his mouth to refute something, but the housekeeper made a gesture to his elder brother's back, He Zhiyang hurriedly walked over to follow, and remained silent angrily.

After arriving at the uncle's mansion, the two brothers went to the dining room to accompany the old lady and his father for dinner. He Zhiji looked at his younger brother and shook his head: "If you still want to go to the Imperial Prison, I won't stop you, let the eldest son of Steward Liu go to accompany you." .”

"No need bro..." He Zhiyang was really speechless: "How old am I, it seems like I can't take care of myself if you do something like this."

He Zhiji took the wet handkerchief from the servant girl's hand, and gently wiped the corner of his lips: "Oh? Can you?"

He Zhiyang: "..."

"You don't have to think about it." He Zhiji put down his handkerchief, and said slowly, "Butler Liu's son is coming of age, and I planned to let him study with you. Wouldn't it be better for you to be a company with him?" good."

"I know you have a good time with those two boys from the Huo family and the Feng family. He only takes care of you on weekdays, but he doesn't bother you."

"There is also today's incident." He Zhiji said: "This incident is probably related to Cuju, you bring me the invitation post, and I will find someone to read the handwriting - think carefully about whether you have offended me people?"

He Zhiyang took out the post and handed it to his brother, patted his chest: "Brother, don't worry, people I have offended, they dare not offend me."

Those who were personally taught by the young master were as obedient as cats and as cowardly as rabbits.

If there is someone who is looking for an opportunity to retaliate, the young master will respect him as a stubborn stubble, it's a big deal, just clean it up next time.

He Zhiji looked at his ignorant younger brother, shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, do you still eat? Let them serve you more?"

It's useless to beat him, and to scold him...is useless.

It's really more troublesome than girls.

He Zhiyang was not happy, this look coupled with this caring sentence, it seemed that he could only eat rice from the uncle's house, he thought for a while and said: "Father, next door... Jin Yiwei went to look for me anyway, he is quite righteous .”

When he said this, He Zhiyang suddenly remembered the warmth of Qiao Yue's palm when he applied the medicine for him.

How cold can such a careful person be?

"Justice?" Ren Anbo smiled: "Stupid boy, do you really think that being a neighbor with Jin Yiwei can be beneficial? Do you know why he is so enthusiastic? Your brother promised to give him Zhuangzi, and he is willing to come forward."

He Zhiyang was startled, and looked at his father blankly, feeling empty in his heart: "You said... he went to look for me because of our family's Zhuangzi?"

"Naturally." Ren Amber flicked his son's head: "Those Jinyiwei are the most useless! If you want to talk about friendship with him, he will bite a piece of your flesh hard."

He Zhiyang touched the forehead that had been slapped by his father, and said in a muffled voice, "...I got it."

When he lowered his head, a look of obvious disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He shouldn't be disappointed.

Jin Yiwei has always been indifferent, and besides himself and Qiao Yue... In detail, maybe they are not even friends?

It's just that he thought that Qiao Yue's actions could be regarded as cold outside and hot inside, but he never expected that Qiao Yue turned out to be playing tricks on his family's Zhuangzi.

He Zhiyang got into the horns, and the more he thought about it, the more indignant he became. How could Qiao Yue have the right to teach him a lesson?

It's just doing things with money, someone hired by his brother with Zhuangzi!

With the title deed in his arms, He Zhiji came to the door to express his thanks.

At the end, He Zhiji cupped his hands and said with a smile: "My younger brother is naughty and mischievous, he made such a disgraceful joke today, please Qianhu don't mention this to others, it's also a shame for my father."

Although a man's reputation is not as important as a woman's, it is extremely embarrassing to be trapped in a brothel.

As for Ren Anbo's family status, he naturally didn't want everyone to know about it.

Of course, there is another layer of implication, as honorable and pure streamers, they don't want to have an affair with Jin Yiwei.

Qiao Yue naturally understood what he meant.

Qiao Yue said: "You'd better talk to your brother, he will go to the Imperial College tomorrow, maybe he will take the initiative to tell people about his bartending."

Looking back on He Zhiyang's excited appearance, it seems that not only did he not regard this as a scandal, but it was also very interesting.

He Zhiji gritted his teeth: "I have already warned my younger brother."

Qiao Yue nodded kindly and readily agreed.

"There are quite a few people on business trips tonight, so I ask Qianhu to control them and speak carefully." He Zhiji cupped his hands and said sincerely: "To tell Qianhu, my younger brother is visiting her. If rumors are raucous, wouldn't it be a mistake? event in his life.”

He felt that he was sincere enough, and Xiaozhi used emotion to reason,

Who knew that Qiao Yue smiled coldly for some reason, and suddenly pointed out in a bad tone: "I will strictly order them not to mention this matter again. As for finding someone, you still have to pay attention to the word fate. When fate comes, it doesn't matter what kind of family you belong to." Neither age nor age counts as a delay!"

After finishing speaking, without even looking at He Zhiji, he put the teacup in his hand on the mahogany coffee table in a protest, got up and left.

He Zhiji: "..."

I thought this Qiao Qianhu was an easygoing person...

Who knows that he is moody, even worse than his father!