Long Street Memories

11,

Ye Fan was stuck coughing repeatedly, his face flushed.

"You did this for Su Yangui, disregarding your own life!" Su Yanju's face changed completely, the gentleness of the past was no longer, replaced by a cruelty that Ye Fan had never seen before.

He pinched Ye Fan's chin, his eyes sharp: "After you die, I'll put on the assassin suit for you. Then, throw it in front of the Holy One. How do you think the Holy One will treat Su Yangui?" He paused for a moment. Paused, and then the corners of his mouth curled into a small arc, "Ye Fan, I'm afraid you forgot that I took you away in front of many guards that day."

Ye Fan looked at Su Yanju calmly, his eyes were calm.Su Yanju suddenly felt that his current appearance was ridiculous, and he shouldn't be like this in front of Ye Fan.He shook off Ye Fan and left here in a hurry.

After Su Yanju left, Ye Fan lay down powerlessly, thinking about Su Yanju's words in his mind.Indeed, he did this too impulsively and completely recklessly, and he couldn't hold Su Yangui back.

How to escape from here?Now that he has Huajinsan, it is difficult for him to take one more step, let alone escape from Lanjun Tower, where he doesn't even know the route.Don't worry, Ye Fan said to himself, there is no unparalleled road, he can definitely escape, definitely can.

After that, Su Yanju never came again, it was still the maid who came back and forth every day, bringing soups, medicines and meals, but she still didn't say a word to Ye Fan.

On this day, Ye Fan got out of bed and leaned against the window, but most of the pear blossoms outside the window had fallen, and it was no longer the grand scene when he came.A white wall can be seen from the intersecting branches, and looking to the left and right, there are people guarding it every ten steps, which can be described as heavily guarded.

Ye Fan turned to look at the decayed petals, dazed in a daze.Does someone often change the flowers and plants in Su Yangui's room, but someone often urges him to take medicine, but someone... cares about him.Layers upon layers of thoughts wound up, Ye Fan heard the beating heart in his chest, and said silently, Young Master.

At this time, intermittent and incoherent flute sounds came from outside the wall.Soon the flute stopped, and a clear female voice sounded.

"Hey, I still can't play well. I will be on the stage in five days. If I mess up, I will be beaten severely."

"Cai Fei, I can't blame you for this. This long street memory was originally made by Fuyao. If it wasn't for Fuyao's illness, it wouldn't have fallen on you."

"Yes, Fuyao's song and Yuniang's song are what the guests most want to hear. If she hadn't been ill, how could I have this opportunity." There was a trace of melancholy in the crisp voice.

"Don't think about it too much, the most urgent thing is to blow up this tortured long street memory first."

……

The voice gradually faded away, and Ye Fan could no longer hear clearly.But five days later, on stage.Ye Fan closed the window and pondered.

Memories of Long Street was written by Ye Can'an, the former Taifu of Beiwu.Ye Can'an was originally from Xize. He was exiled to Beiwu due to the war and was rescued by the Holy Majesty. His talent was also appreciated by the Holy Majesty, and he was treated as a national scholar.Ye Can'an stayed in Beiwu in order to repay his life-saving grace and the gift of a national scholar, and made great contributions to Beiwu many times.But his wife is in Nishizawa, and this long street memoir is written by him when he misses his homeland and his wife.

Every year on April [-]th, all the brothels in Yong'an City will sing and dance to create momentum for their own oiran in order to win the favor of the rich and powerful children. know.The last time he had a drink with He Tuan, the Yuniang he met was relying on this long street to recall her name and move Yong'an.It is estimated that the stage that the two women mentioned was this grand event.

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth raised uncontrollably, that day will definitely be very lively.

12,

Wei Mian put the food into the food box, then took out a delicate small porcelain bottle containing Huajin powder from his sleeve, shook it, poured the powder inside into each dish, then stirred it a few times, and covered it cover.

Tonight must be a sleepless night, gorgeous fireworks are blooming in the night sky one by one, and the fiery trees and silver flowers are no different.In front of the attic of Lanjun Tower, there was a great deal of voices, and the voices of warblers and swallows were endless.

Wei Mian also really wants to go and see the excitement, but right now she has another task - to serve the young master locked in the backyard for dinner.

Wei Mian opened the door as usual, then closed it, and was about to put the food on the table, when his neck suddenly hurt, and he fell limply like this.Ye Fan quickly took her food box to avoid the sound of the food box falling on the ground from attracting the guards outside the door.

To the woman who fell on the ground, Ye Fan apologized in a low voice, and continued to hide in the shadows.

Soon, seeing that Wei Mian hadn't gone out yet, two guards came in, Ye Fan chopped one off with one hand, then took off the clothes of one guard, quickly changed into it, and kicked the guard under the bed.

Not long after, several guards rushed in together.One of the previous guards fell to the ground, and the other sat in the corner with his head bowed, covering the bleeding wound with one hand, and pointing at the wide open window with the other.Those guards immediately understood, and chased after the escaped "Ye Fan".

After a while, the injured guard—that is, Ye Fan stood up, bandaged the bleeding wound, and left the room.

Ye Fan hid behind a rockery, watching the intertwined flow of people, couldn't help feeling distressed.This Lanjun Tower is really not an ordinary brothel, he went around but couldn't get around the exit.If this continues, those guards will definitely find him, and if he is caught again, he doesn't know when he will be able to go out.In this case, I can only take the risk of arresting someone for questioning.

Thinking this way, a reckless little girl fell to the ground, the tray she was holding was also dropped, and the jade ornaments and red hairpins on it fell all over the floor.The little girl quickly got up and picked it up in a hurry.When she picked up the last golden silk walker, Ye Fan stretched out his hand, covered her mouth and nose, and dragged her behind the rockery.

Ye Fan lowered his voice and said quickly: "Quickly, tell me how to get out of here, otherwise." Ye Fan strangled her neck, looking quite ferocious.

The little girl seemed to be frightened, her body trembling, her eyes were red, and she nodded.Turning around, I came to a remote back door.Ye Fan let go of the little girl, pushed open the door, and rushed out impatiently.

There are bright lanterns in front of you, the candles are shining brightly, reflecting the scenes painted on the lamps in every detail.The sound of the flute sounded faintly, not as high-spirited as he heard it that day, and he returned to the original long-term nostalgia.

Su Yanju stood in front of Ye Fan, put down the bamboo flute with a smile, and took Ye Fan's hand smoothly.With cold fingertips and cold palms, Su Yanju held them tightly.

He asked, "Ye Fan, do you want to go back?"

The warm yellow light shone on Ye Fan's face, at this moment the eyes looking at him indifferently also softened, and Su Yanju's heart suddenly became very soft.He still had the same smile as when we first met, his eyebrows slightly curved: "I won't stop you." He pulled Ye Fan forward, and the noisy voices came from far to near.

He loosened Ye Fan's hand, and said: "Ye Fan, why do you always have a cold face, smile more, I like to see you smile."

A trace of doubt flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.

Su Yanju's smile continued, and he said something softly, but it was deafening to Ye Fan's ears.

He said: "Ye Fan, have you forgotten? That day, I was the one who rescued you from falling in front of the car."

The author has something to say: Woo, what kind of little angel does it take to leave a message?This is a very serious question.