White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Yuanbao Laba◎

Shang Yanhua raised the corners of his lips and smiled, Zhayue couldn't understand, so he just said in astonishment: "Mother?" Miss is no different, she has never experienced the risks of martial arts, and she doesn't know how to give up her ego to gain greater value."

Zhayue asked: "Then what if... in order to preserve her reputation and wait for the future Ruyi Langjun, the daughter is rebellious, defies Father's arrangement, and insists on running away from marriage?"

Shang Yanhua wasn't surprised at all, just replied with a calm smile: "If you really want to escape marriage, my mother will not stop you, but don't come back to see my mother in the future, just don't come back to recognize my mother."

As soon as the words were finished, a figure suddenly floated from the front, with a forehead on his forehead and a sword hanging on his waist. This person came forward and bowed his hands to the mother and daughter: "I have seen the head lady and young lady."

Zhayue took a look at the visitor, and couldn't help thinking: This person feels weird, he looks like a scholar with a handsome face, but in temperament, he looks a bit like a demon...

Shang Yanhua asked: "You seem to be the subordinate named Yang who was sent by the head not long ago?"

Yang Qingming replied very elegantly: "I am right here."

Shang Yanhua asked again: "It is said that you are also related to Xiyutai?"

Yang Qingming replied: "Xiyutai is in the past, and it may become the future, but now it is just a subordinate beside the head of Yunxiuding."

Shang Yanhua asked again: "Then what are you doing here if you're not performing your duty by the head's side?"

Yang Qingming replied: "My subordinates are also human beings, and I would wander around to relax in my leisure time. I happened to meet the wife and young lady of the sect leader. Please forgive me for being abrupt." She glanced at Zha Yue and begged: "I want to talk to Zha Yue. Miss Yue relaxes and chats, I wonder if Miss Zhayue is willing to give this blessing to me?"

Zhayue was stunned for a moment, and was about to find a reason to decline, but Shang Yanhua persuaded her: "Yue'er, since this person's background is Xiyutai, why don't you talk to him, so as to understand Xiyutai? "

Hearing this, Zhayue took another look at Yang Qingming, and thought to herself: Forgive you for being a bit delicate, it's no big deal to walk and chat with you!

Yang Qingming put on a refined posture and made a gesture of respect to Zhayue, Zhayue walked forward first when he took a step, Yang Qingming smiled, bowed his hands to Shang Yanhua, and followed Zhayue's pace.

On the day of the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, in Pingjing City God——

Huang Yan and Zhu Yanfeng came here, strolling in the busy street, Zhu Yanfeng said to him as he walked, "I don't know if we can find someone today, I'm afraid he went somewhere else this time, not in Pingjing."

Huang Yan replied confidently: "I sent him a letter before going to Beijing, so he must be here."

Zhu Yanfeng praised: "Yan'er is still clever!" Then he asked: "Where are you going now?"

Huang Yan only said: "It's still early, let's take a stroll."

On the streets, restaurants, restaurants and restaurants with a large number of customers usually distribute Laba porridge or Laba cakes in front of the door. There is a long queue in front of the door, and ordinary people are holding their own bowls, waiting patiently for a portion.

The two passed by the door of Jiufan Shop, glanced sideways, and saw that the grand scene in front of the shop was very different from that of other shops. No one in the longest long line was ordinary people, they were all A dude in silk, satin and silk.

Zhu Yanfeng couldn't help being curious: "These people's family background is not bad, and they can often go out in a carriage. Why do they queue up here like ordinary people to beg for Laba food?"

Huang Yan snorted softly, and said: "It's the shop of a boy surnamed Su. Fame and rich people probably think it's a face to ask for things from this shop. After all, these things are only free today."

Zhu Yanfeng smiled and said: "It's really embarrassing for them."

Suddenly, the clerk of Jiushanpu raised a paper trumpet and shouted to the crowd: "The women's passage is here! Ladies who need Laba food can get it here! Jiushanpu provides a small amount of Laba food for women. Nourishing, not greasy and not angry!"

Huang Yan couldn't help but glanced back, and saw that there were hundreds of women suddenly added to the originally empty space, and couldn't help saying: "Why are there still women..."

Zhu Yanfeng smiled: "The style of the city lord has always been like this."

Huang Yan replied: "It turns out that there are so many female customers in a shop like this."

Zhu Yanfeng said: "In fact, women like sweets more. It should be because there are more women customers. It's just that men usually go there more. You also know the concept of 'where men love to go, women can't go'. Now there are women only. Of course They all ran over."

Huang Yan replied: "Those who go to his shop to consume, one is a person who admires power, the other is purely thinking that the fruit is delicious, and the other is admiring power and thinking that the fruit is delicious."

Zhu Yanfeng smiled and said, "I'll ask for a copy for you, shall I?"

Huang Yan replied: "No, I think the taste is mediocre, and I don't want to try it a second time after I taste it once."

In front, several Miaoman women in cross-neck shirts, waist-length pleated skirts, one-foot-wide brocade half-width belts tied at the waist and tied into bows at the back, carrying bamboo baskets, handing out thick paper-wrapped Laba to passers-by. cake.

When Zhu Yanfeng saw it, he couldn't help feeling compassionate, and murmured: "Which shop is this little girl working for? The weather is so cold, and she is dressed so thinly, her face is red from the cold..."

Huang Yan smiled, and came up with a bad idea: "Take off all your clothes, and put them on."

Zhu Yanfeng turned his head in surprise, looked at Huang Yan in surprise, and replied, "Take off my clothes for them?! I'm naked on the street, and I'm going to be beaten to death by my disciples in no time." ..."

Huang Yan put one hand on Zhu Yanfeng's shoulder, and gently stroked his heart with the other hand, persuading him: "So, keep your compassionate heart, don't pity others, and before pity others, pity yourself first .”

The two passed by those women gracefully, and one of them handed a Laba cake in front of Huang Yan. Huang Yan flatly refused: "I don't need it, leave it to others."

Just as he was about to continue walking, the woman stopped him and refused to let him go. He couldn't help but become serious: "How many times do you want me to say it? You can't force your store on people."

The woman replied: "It's the meaning of my Huakui, please accept it, my lord."

Huang Yan was stunned for a while, Zhu Yanfeng looked at the woman suspiciously, Huang Yan said to the woman: "I have never been to the land of smoked willows here, and I don't know your oiran, get out of the way!" Push her away gently and step forward.

The woman shouted behind him: "My lord! My lord! Please go to Jingji Tower and meet my Huakui!"

When Zhu Yanfeng heard the words, he turned his head to look at Huang Yan, and opened his lips: "It turned out to be her, and I really fell in love with you when I looked back at that time."

Huang Yan only said: "I'm not interested in her."

Zhu Yanfeng thought for a while, but was just curious: "Jingjilou is just a Yanliu family, why is it still distributing Laba food?"

Huang Yan replied: "Take the opportunity to solicit customers, and this food..." As he spoke, he leaned close to Zhu Yanfeng's ear, smiled and said intentionally: "Maybe there is that kind of medicine."

But Zhu Yanfeng replied seriously: "If we just accepted it and ate it, wouldn't it be a trick!"

Huang Yan said with a smile: "Your heart is filthy, and everything you think is filthy."

Zhu Yanfeng was stunned, unable to argue. Seeing that he was walking a step slower, Huang Yan hurriedly took his hand and led him forward. The smell of incense sticks and burning paper ingots wafted in the wind from the intersection of the alley. Zhang's yellow paper ingot, which was only half burned and then turned off, floated in front of him with the wind, making the two of them stop.

Zhu Yanfeng watched the yellow paper ingot fall to his toes, and said, "Is someone offering sacrifices?" He picked up the yellow paper ingot under his feet and walked into the alley.

Huang Yan opened his lips: "Where are you going? Sending money back to ghosts and gods?"

Zhu Yanfeng turned his head and replied: "The 'ingot' that has not been burnt is sent to the heaven or the underworld, it is only half of the ingot, and the ghosts and gods will be angry."

Huang Yan only said: "Why do you care about them?" But seeing Zhu Yanfeng walking straight forward, he followed.

In front of a house gate ahead, a handsome woman wearing an old red scarf wrapped in a bun, wearing an old light brown cross-neck shirt waist-length vermilion skirt and a woolen cloak was holding a few sticks of incense sticks and was devoutly worshiping ghosts and gods. While muttering in a low voice, I don't know what I am whispering, the top of the incense stick is lit with sparks, and the smoke is flowing.

She hung four old picture scrolls on the wall on one side of the house gate. On the left side were small clay sculptures of cats and tigers, on the right side a small clay sculpture of a dragon head and a human body, behind a stone with engraved characters, and in front a Strange clay sculpture - there is a well in the four-corner pavilion, and a thin layer of dry soil is sprinkled on the top of the pavilion.The woman bowed and bowed around these eight objects.

Zhu Yanfeng opened his lips: "You take the liberty to interrupt..."

The woman immediately said mercilessly: "Shh! Didn't you see that I was holding a sacrifice? Go far away, go far away, don't scare away the gods, I finally invited you here!"

Zhu Yanfeng said: "This half of the 'Yuanbao' should be lost by you."

The woman saw that the yellow paper ingot in his hand was exactly the same as the one she had made, she hurriedly snatched it back, gently put it in the brazier and burned it, without saying thanks, she just continued to worship ghosts and gods.

Huang Yan looked at the floor and the wall. Besides the eight objects, there were burning paper braziers, an old small copper incense tripod, and eight old porcelain bowls containing wild fruits, peanuts, five grains, and Fulushou cakes.

The door of the house was opened on one side, and the heads of three children poked out. This scene was completely different from the grand scene on the street. Zhu Yanfeng thought for a while, then took out a tael of silver, put it on the ground, turned around and left.

Huang Yan glanced at the silver on the ground, picked it up, put on a brocade bag, and followed Zhu Yanfeng's pace.One of the children couldn't bear it, ran over, picked up the kit, opened the seal, and took out a folded piece of paper.

The woman had just finished inserting the incense stick, she turned her head and saw it, and immediately said, "What are you holding? Show your mother!"

The child obediently handed it to the woman. The woman unfolded the paper and looked at it. Although she could not read most of the characters, she could still read 'three taels of silver'. Immediately she couldn't help but blurted out: "It's money! So much money!"

Just as Zhu Yanfeng and Huang Yan left the alley, Huang Yan didn't say a word, only Zhu Yanfeng opened his lips: "She is a poor widow, with a beautiful appearance, maybe she refuses to remarry, and she is self-reliant to raise her daughter and children. She was offering sacrifices to the Laba God just now."

Huang Yan still just walked, not speaking.

Suddenly there was an urgent sound from behind, and a woman's voice called out, "Two gentlemen! Two gentlemen!"

Huang Yan said to Zhu Yanfeng: "Is this voice familiar?" The two turned their heads, and the woman rushed forward with a bamboo basket, and politely said to them: "Just now, I was eager to ask God, and my words were disrespectful. Mr. Haihan!"

Zhu Yanfeng said generously: "It's nothing."

The woman then took out a porcelain bowl from the basket and handed it to the two of them: "This is Fu Lu Shou cake made by my own hands, I hope you two gentlemen will not dislike it!"

Zhu Yanfeng immediately took two round pancakes with a width of more than two inches from the porcelain bowl, said "thank you", and continued walking with Huang Yan, Huang Yan gently snatched a pancake from his hand, and looked Look at the front, there is a word 'Fu' printed on it, and then glance at the pancake in Zhu Yanfeng's hand, it has a word 'Lu' printed on it.

He laughed and said, "I never thought I would receive this kind of fruit on my birthday."

Zhu Yanfeng looked at him sideways and said: "There are only flour and honey, baked by fire, maybe the taste is much different from your favorite."

Huang Yan tried to take a bite, and after chewing, he talked about his impressions: "The smell of wheat, goat's milk, and a bit of honey, and the dough is a bit crispy. It reminds me of He Xiang's snowflake crisps, but unfortunately I can't eat them now."

Zhu Yanfeng couldn't help but also took a bite of the pancake in his hand, and ate it in two batches.Huang Yan even took the last bite, and continued: "Mother's taste, my mother made fruit for me before."

Zhu Yanfeng suddenly saw a signboard banner hanging high in front of him, and said to Huang Yan: "You wait for me here first."

Huang Yan was stunned for a moment, and before he could ask the reason, he could only watch Zhu Yanfeng's figure fly to the front and then disappear in the blink of an eye, so he could only listen to what he said, and obediently stood there and waited.

After a while, Zhu Yanfeng came back quickly, deliberately hiding his hands behind his back, and returned to Huang Yan.Huang Yan looked at his smile and his posture, then guessed: "Do you have something to tell me?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied frankly: "Today is your birthday, how can you miss a gift."

Huang Yan asked: "Did you go to buy me a present just now?"

Zhu Yanfeng brought a brocade box from behind to front, and generously handed it to Huang Yan: "I guess you will like it."

Huang Yan just accepted the brocade box. He was very interested at first, but after hearing what he said, he became even more interested. He immediately opened the lid of the brocade box, and saw a pair of smooth and translucent ox horn combs on a piece of plain silk, like a semicircular comb. Moon Soul, the back of the comb is carved with a chic white phoenix riding the clouds, it is very delicate, when you put it to the tip of your nose and smell it lightly, there is a faint musky scent, which makes you love it.

Huang Yan raised his eyes to look at Zhu Yanfeng, seeing his expectant eyes, he only lowered his eyes, put the comb back into the brocade box, closed the lid of the brocade box, bit his lower lip lightly while lowering his eyes, and opened his lips softly, Said: "Thank you, big brother."

At this time, in the Qingyuchun teahouse, there are more writers and playboys than usual, and the rich and famous men also invite the famous ladies from the court to drink and have fun here.

After the door of the private room is closed, in which private room there are people playing music and dancing, in which private room there are people fighting poetry, and in which private room chatting, neither can be seen or heard. It was almost silent, except for the occasional sound of people passing by, and the sound of opera from the inner hall on the first floor.

A luxurious carriage from Gongdu rushed to the main gate of this big tea house, and stopped suddenly. After the curtain of the door was lifted, it was Su Meier, who was very elegantly dressed, got out of the carriage, with more hair in her hair in her bun. Several gold hairpins, four of which were gifts from literati or dandies, the gold chains and pearl chains on their necks and the gold and silver bracelets on their wrists were also gifts from such people. Gold silk cocked toe shoes, and the hem of the gold silk wide-sleeved gown brushed the floor generously.

The guys turned their heads and saw a golden figure, but they couldn't see the face clearly. Knowing the identity of the woman, they rushed forward to greet her respectfully with both hands: "Welcome Princess Yongxin!"

Su Meier immediately asked, "Is that man here?"

The clerk replied: "The person Her Royal Highness is referring to came yesterday and stayed in the private room all night."

Su Meier immediately climbed the stairs to the second floor, and came to a door with a wooden sign with the word "Mei". She opened the door and stepped into the private room. Just as she closed the door and walked in, there was a person behind the screen. A man's voice came: "Princess Yongxin came really early." Su Meier stopped and replied, "I thought I was the first one to come here, so you have already arrived."

The man sitting behind the screen said again: "Actually, it's okay if you don't come, princess! I'm just using your identity to book a private room here."

Su Meier smiled: "If it wasn't for Ben Gong's good friend, Ben Gong wouldn't just book a private room for someone else."

The man behind the screen only said: "The princess is you, I'm just a prodigal son, so I won't argue with you meaninglessly."

Su Meier smiled and said, "I'm sorry you don't dare."

The man behind the screen asked, "Come in and drink tea, or listen to me, a rascal playing music?"

Su Meier decided without hesitation: "I want both!" Then she walked around the screen, entered behind the screen, and stood in front of Yang Qingyuan.

Yang Qingyuan made a request: "Tip fifty Wen for each serving of tea, and one or two silver for each piece of music played. Give the money first and then receive the goods, lest you default."

Su Meier couldn't help but said: "My good friend hasn't arrived yet, why are you bullying me like this?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "Just a piece of clothing on the princess' body can be exchanged for 30 taels of silver at a pawn shop, not to mention a golden hairpin on the princess's head. Should the princess take off the clothes for me or take them off?" Hairpin for me?"

Su Meier dissatisfied: "Do you dare to ask Bengong to take off his clothes?"

Yang Qingyuan was calm and composed: "I heard that you wiped Wu Yan's oil, but kept saying that he was your good friend. Shouldn't I ask for it back? Let's decide, take off your clothes or hairpin?"

Su Meier immediately took off a precious golden step shaker from her bun, pressed it heavily on the tea table, and said reluctantly: "It belongs to you!" But Yang Qingyuan didn't accept it immediately, but just folded his arms Staring dissatisfiedly at Jin Buyao on the case: "How do I know if it's real gold, or a gilded silver hairpin?"

Su Meier snorted, took off two golden hairpins from her bun, pressed them heavily on the tea table, and said coldly: "You should be satisfied, Hero Yang!"

Yang Qingyuan smiled, accepted the three golden hairpins, and said politely: "Please sit down and drink tea, Your Highness the Princess." Su Meier restrained the princess's temper and sat down at the tea table.

After noon, Wu Yan came late, and said to the clerk in the teahouse, "Mei Zi Ya Room." The clerk immediately led him to the second floor, and led him to Mei Zi Ya Room.

Wu Yan opened the door and stepped into the private room, and opened his lips to the screen: "I have come as promised, it's time for your Excellency to show up."

Yang Qingyuan smiled and replied, "Then you can come in."

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, wondering why the voice was so familiar, and quickly walked around the screen to take a look: "Is it you? The person who wrote to me...is also you?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "I paid ten Wen to ask someone to write it on the street, otherwise you would definitely not come."

Wu Yan asked strangely: "Why is she with you?"

Yang Qingyuan hugged Su Meier in his arms on purpose, and said deliberately: "Is it weird? You let her wipe your oil, it's not wrong for me to ask her to drink with you." Su Meier glared at him, raised his hand He was about to hit him with his fist, but he was about to catch it, and said to Su Meier: "You woman! I am obviously not bad, how can you make you hit me?"

Su Meier deliberately said: "You take a good look in the mirror and re-evaluate your appearance!" Then she pulled her fist back.