When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

This afternoon,

After He Heng helped Qiao Ran harvest the wheat, he returned to the yamen, but he just sat on the chair and didn't even warm his buttocks. Suddenly, a guard came to look for him in a hurry.

The guard's speech speed seemed very hurried,

"Master He He, a secret agent contacted you just now, saying that the eldest princess has arrived in Mingcheng, and now she wants to meet you, and the meeting place is set to be at Zuixian Pavilion."

"Cough! Cough!"

When the guard was talking to He Heng, he was drinking water. After hearing what the other said, he choked his mouthful of water into his trachea and coughed violently.

Drunken Immortal Pavilion is the largest brothel in Mingcheng. Its name is so famous that almost everyone knows it.

So when He Heng heard that the eldest princess was going to meet him in the brothel, he immediately put out a question mark.

brothel?

Is this appropriate?

Putting this context into modern times, it is as if your fiancée suddenly came to you and said, "Come on, let's go to the female ticket together."

The guard was afraid that He Heng would choke him to death, so he patted him on the back and said, "Master He, take it easy."

At this moment, He Heng had recovered, and he put the teacup on the table, "Did she say what it was for?"

The guard just looked at him and shook his head.

Hearing this, He Heng frowned. In recent days, he had already discovered abnormalities around his mansion. According to the report from the housekeeper who was ordered to guard the mansion, everything in the house showed signs of being looked over.

It's just that He Heng doesn't stay in his mansion on weekdays, so he never met those "uninvited guests" face to face.

But now the princess's sudden visit has once again deepened his doubts.

Combining all the previous clues, a thought suddenly popped up in He Heng's mind

Could it be that the strange movements around my mansion were all because the other party sent eyeliner to monitor me?

But in fact, the other party has already discovered the fact that he lives with Qiao Ran every day?

He Heng's thoughts followed this thought, and finally he came to a conclusion:

The eldest princess must have felt that he was having an affair with the little shark, and the son-in-law's behavior would certainly hurt her face, so she rushed to Mingcheng to "beat the mandarin ducks".

As for why the other party called him to the brothel, He Heng couldn't think of a reason, but what was waiting for him there should be a grand banquet, no doubt

In a simple hut,

After He Heng left, Qiao Ran sat at the wooden table as usual and weaved the bamboo weaving products that were going to be sold in the market tomorrow.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden "squeak!" from outside, accompanied by the sound of the old wooden door being pushed open, and the sound of "tick-tick-tick" footsteps outside the house.

Qiao Ran immediately put down the knitting in her hands vigilantly, and groped to get up from the chair to get the guide stick by the wall.

Then he tentatively looked in the direction where the voice came from, and asked:

"Who are you? What are you going to do?"

Although Qiao Ran lost his eyesight, his sense of hearing became extremely sharp because of it, so the moment he heard the movement from outside the house, he recognized that the person who came was not He Heng, and the footsteps should be There are several people.

Facing Xiaoyuren's questioning, Fu Yunyu led the others across the threshold unhurriedly. Seeing the vigilant look and searching eyes of the other party, she felt amused in her heart.

Why is Qiao Ran so wary of others, but not of that "scumbag"?

Thinking of this, she said:

"Don't be afraid, we have no other intentions in our sudden visit today, but just want to tell you one thing."

Fu Yunyu's clear voice has a gentle tone, which sounds easy to make people feel good.

But this didn't make Qiao Ran let go of his vigilance. He reached out and groped for his guiding stick in the corner.

"You don't tell me who you are, how can I believe what you say?"

"you're right."

Qiao Ran's reaction was expected by Fu Yunyu, she was not annoyed at all, she just smiled and said:

"Then how can I introduce myself so that you will believe me? Said that I am a deaf man who just arrived today from the next village, and my name is "Da Zhuang"?"

Her insinuations were all too obvious.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Qiao Ran frowned more and more.

"What do you mean?"

Fu Yunyu directly clarified her intentions, "The man who lives with you is called 'He Dazhu'? You are blind and can't see, so you believe what the other party says? You really think that he is just miserly. Is he a mute from the village?"

"Haven't you ever wondered what he is doing when he leaves early and returns late during the day?"

Under the series of questions from the other party, Qiao Ran lowered his voice, but he still firmly believed that He Heng couldn't lie to himself, so he just said woodenly:

"Da Zhu just went to work."

"Oh?" Fu Yunyu raised her eyebrows. It was the first time she saw such a stupid and innocent person, but she also found it interesting.

"Then why don't you follow me to a place, and I'll show you what he does on weekdays."

Inside the Drunken Fairy Pavilion,

There is a graceful figure in the curtain, the drum stage is full of music and music, and there is a faint scent of powder in the whole courtyard.

In the sound of the bustard talking and laughing with the dancing girl, Qiao Ran also sensed something was wrong. He frowned and turned to the people around him:

"Is this a brothel?"

The main reason is that the surrounding environment and atmosphere are too special, which immediately reminded Qiao Ran of the largest brothel in Ming City - Drunk Fairy Pavilion.

However, Qiao Ran was unwilling to believe that He Heng usually worked in this kind of place, so he immediately stopped and froze on the spot, unwilling to go any further.

"You mean that Dazhu stays in this kind of place to work on weekdays?"

Fu Yunyu didn't answer his question directly, but said, "You will know when you follow me."

After all, the real fun is yet to come.

But after Qiao Ran thought about it for a while, he was puzzled.

The little shark asked with some puzzlement:

"But Dazhu usually goes out to work during the day, who comes to the brothel during the day?"

Fu Yunyu: ""

She was really overwhelmed by the other party.

Fu Yunyu originally wanted to give this little mermaid an intuitive "catch the rape scene", but she didn't expect to miss it.

It is true that no one will come to the brothel every day to have a tryst with others.

"Well," she could only try her best to explain, "There are many things you can do in the brothel, and it's not just what you think."

"Who stipulated that you can't come to the brothel during the day? Have you heard the music around? If no one comes to the brothel during the day, what music are these musicians playing?"

After Fu Yunyu talked nonsense, she saw that the little shark was completely silent, so she continued to walk forward in peace.

Under the guidance of the old bustard, several people walked through the corridors, and finally stopped in front of a delicately carved wooden door at the end of the corridor.

Hearing the sound of "jingling bells and bangs" coming from inside, the corner of Fu Yunyu's mouth curled up in a confident arc, thinking that no man could refuse the top card of Zuixian Pavilion, it is estimated that He Heng is "playing happily" with others at the moment "Woolen cloth.

Thinking about it, she took Qiao Ran's hand and placed it on the door panel,

"You go in and see for yourself, don't you know?"

Just half an hour ago,

After He Heng came to Zuixian Pavilion according to the agreed time, he was taken directly by the bustard to the largest private room on the top floor.

As soon as he entered the private room, he was greeted by a quiet and pleasant fragrance, and then the madam showed him a mysterious smile, and closed the heavy wooden door behind him with a "slap".

He Heng immediately looked around in bewilderment.

Looking at it, he found that the decoration of this private room is elegant. Inside the room, there is an incense burner for meditation and peace of mind. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the desk. On the small coffee table next to it are tea-making tea sets and various exotic tribute items. fruit.

He thought to himself, could it be that the princess really thought the atmosphere here was good, that's why she chose the private room of Zuixian Pavilion, and was going to have a formal conversation with him?

But at this moment, the door behind him suddenly "squeaked!" and was pushed open.

He Heng turned around and saw the bustard smilingly pushing a man in a translucent green shirt into the room.

"This is the number one card in our Drunken Immortal Pavilion—Master Qingchuan, how many guests have spent a lot of money just to see him and still can't see him."

"I put this for you~"

He Heng: ""

Why are you talking to yourself like this?I didn't order myself either.

The oiran was a handsome man with a pipa in his hand. After seeing He Heng, he walked up to him in small steps and called out "Guanren" softly.

This "official" call made He Heng's scalp tingle, and he was so frightened that he immediately stepped back a few steps, almost raising his hands to surrender.

Normally, he didn't feel anything strange when he stayed with Qiao Ran, but now that a man was suddenly stuffed in front of him, and he was called him so tiresomely, He Heng felt that his skin was about to get goosebumps.

In order to keep a safe distance from the other party, he retreated all the way to the bedside.

Seeing the reaction of the person in front of him, Mu Qingchuan immediately smiled, put the pipa in his hand on the chair, and walked in the direction of He Heng.

Just as his jade hand was about to touch He Heng's chest, he was suddenly blocked by the other party's wave.

"What are you doing?"

He Heng's completely unapproachable appearance is quite like a woman from a good family who has been molested.

Seeing this, Mu Qingchuan twitched the corners of her lips again, and said with a smile: "Since all the officials have come to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, the slave family will naturally serve the officials wholeheartedly, and I must not let you go home disappointed."

As his words fell, the room fell into a silent silence.

After a while, He Heng suddenly thought of something, looked at him seriously and said:

"You mean you can do anything?"

Mu Qingchuan nodded with a smile: "Yeah."

Seeing this, He Heng touched his chin thoughtfully, "I heard that you are the number one here?"

Mu Qingchuan: "The words of the returnee are correct."

"Oh," hearing what he said, He Heng suddenly became interested, he raised his eyebrows and said:

"Being the top card of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion must be something special. Since that's the case, Mr. Qingchuan, why don't you show me your talent. If I am satisfied, how about we continue to communicate?"

Mu Qingchuan thought that He Heng wanted to listen to the music, and immediately hugged the pipa in her arms, with her fingers on the strings, "What do you want to hear?"

Unexpectedly, He Heng smiled slightly when he heard the words, "Who said I want to listen to your music?"

"This stuff got tired of hearing it 800 years ago."

Hearing what the other party said, Mu Qingchuan was a little stunned,

"Ah, this? What kind of talent does the official want to appreciate?"

At this moment, seeing the meaningful smile on the corner of He Heng's mouth, he felt a "thump" in his heart.

Mu Qingchuan has stayed in Zuixian Pavilion for a long time, so she has naturally seen all kinds of guests.

He heard that some customers are born with strange hobbies, which are usually well hidden in front of people, and they vent on them young men when they arrive at the brothel.

There are those who treat people like dogs, and those who abuse people until they are covered in bruises, and there are all kinds of weird demands.

At this time, Mu Qingchuan looked at He Hengjunxiu's face again, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

Sometimes the more perfect a person looks on the outside, the more problems he has in his heart.

The Mr. He in front of you might not be a pervert, right?

He Heng didn't know anything about Mu Qingchuan's rich psychological activities. He just took out a piece of rice paper from his arms and put it on the desk to spread it out neatly. It was written up.

When Mu Qingchuan came back to his senses, He Heng had already finished writing. He dried the ink on the paper and stuffed it into the other's arms.

The latter looked down and saw a line of big characters written on it:

"If a function set {fn} is an equivalent continuous sequence in the interval [0, 1], please prove the consistent convergence of {fn} in the interval [0, 1]."

Immediately afterwards, under Mu Qingchuan's surprised and unbelievable gaze, He Heng's devil-like whisper slowly sounded in his ears again,

"If you can solve this problem within half an hour, how about we talk about the rest of the matter?"

Speaking of this, he raised his chin slightly, with a look of arrogance, "After all, I only like talking to smart people."

smart person?

What do you mean?

Are you saying you are stupid?

Mu Qingchuan, who was aroused by the last sentence of the other party, immediately picked up the pen, sat down at the desk and began to scribble on the questions

On the other hand, He Heng was calmly peeling grapes for himself with Erlang's legs crossed.

Seeing Mu Qingchuan scratching his head and thinking hard, he slandered:

Do it, just do it hard, it will be strange if you can make it.

Leaving aside whether this person has the brains to do mathematical proofs, he intentionally missed a key condition for this question, so no matter how Mu Qingchuan proves it, it is bound to be impossible to deduce the result he wants.

Sure enough, after half an hour, something was wrong with Mu Qingchuan's whole body. He held his head that was about to fall with his hands like a fallen plant, and his hair became messy.

No matter what he did since he was a child, Mu Qingchuan was the smartest one in their village. Even the old bustard in Zuixian Pavilion always let other young men follow him as an example, and let others learn from him in everything.

Among his guests are many well-learned literati, but with Mu Qingchuan's eloquence, he has never been at a disadvantage in front of these people.

At this time, Mu Qingchuan looked at the densely packed words in front of him, and the suffocating feeling that his IQ seemed to be crushed by someone on the ground made his breathing become a little disordered.

"How about it?"

He Heng had eaten enough grapes, wiped his fingers with the brocade handkerchief beside him, picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip of tea, and asked unhurriedly:

"Do you have any thoughts? I think half an hour has passed. How about adding another half hour to Mr. Qingchuan?"

What is the thing that breaks your self-confidence the most?

Did you fail to solve the math problem within the time specified in the exam?

No.

It’s the feeling of frustration when the professor extends you another half an hour, but you know very well in your heart that even if he gives you another day, you won’t be able to do it.

Sure enough, the moment He Heng's voice fell,

"what!!!"

Mu Qingchuan finally went crazy, he stood up and crumpled the piece of paper, then stumbled towards the door,

"I won't do it!"

After all, he knocked down several tables and chairs in a row, and there was a "jingle clang" sound in the room for a while.

So when Qiao Ran pushed open the door, Fu Yunyu almost bumped into Mu Qingchuan who was heading out like a gust of wind.

She looked into the room in surprise, only to see He Heng sitting on a chair, drinking tea calmly.

However, the moment he caught a glimpse of Qiao Ran, He Heng's expression suddenly changed. He held the teacup in his hand like a wooden man and did not dare to move, for fear that the other party would hear the slightest movement.

If Qiao Ran found out that he appeared in a place like a brothel, he would not be able to explain it clearly even if he had eight mouths.

"Dazhu? Are you here?"

It's just that Qiao Ran didn't notice what happened here just now, he just groped for the door panel and walked into the house with some stumbles.

Seeing this, He Heng sat at the table and didn't make a sound. As long as he kept silent, Qiao Ran might not be able to find that he was here.

Seeing that there was no response from the room, Qiao Ran could only stumble and fumble around.

But at this time, he didn't have the guide stick that he usually used to find the way, and he didn't understand the structure of this strange room at all. He didn't take a few steps before he tripped over a candlestick in front of him.

"Well!"

Qiao Ran completely lost her center of gravity in the darkness, and fell forward uncontrollably. The moment the candlestick fell down, He Heng quickly walked over from the table and escorted the little shark into the bed. arms.

In the next second, there was a loud "哐!", and the candlestick fell behind the two of them.

Since no wax was lit during the day, the candlestick did not cause any other damage except for knocking down some sundries.

In desperation just now, He Heng directly pulled him into his arms, and he had to take care of other things. Only now did he realize that his arms still seemed to be around the slender waist of Xiaoyuren, separated by a thin layer of The cloth can also feel the warm touch of the opponent's skin.

Realizing that this posture seemed a bit inappropriate, He Heng hurriedly supported the person, and then withdrew his arm.

Due to the sudden weightlessness just now, half of Qiao Ran's body was still leaning on He Heng's body, his palm bones resting on the other's shoulder, feeling the man's familiar embrace, Xiao Yuren tentatively asked: "Da Zhu? "

"it's me."

He Heng pulled Qiao Ran's wrist and wrote on it, "But listen to me, I'm not here."

However, Qiao Ran didn't want to hear his explanation at all, "Why are you here?"

Thinking about the fact that "Dazhu" who got up early and worked late at night was not selling blood but working in a brothel, Qiao Ran suddenly felt his brain "buzzing", and his thoughts were all in a mess.

So what does "Dazhu" do when he comes to the brothel every day?

Following this line of thought, Qiao Ran's thoughts diverged. The more he thought about it, the more numb his scalp became.

Looking at the blue and white expression on Xiaoyuren's face, He Heng probably guessed what the other party was thinking, and he quickly explained:

"Don't think about it, I go out to work during the day every day, how can I come here? Besides, who comes to the brothel during the day?"

As soon as he said this, He Heng suddenly felt that the scale representing "justice" began to tilt towards him again.

Who wouldn't exclaim "it makes sense" after hearing this?

But who would have thought that after hearing this, Xiao Yuren's interest became more and more depressed. His fingertips were weakly clutching the skirt of He Heng's chest, and his voice sounded dull.

"No wonder"

"They all say that you sell your art but not your body."

He Heng: "?"

The author has something to say: If sand sculpture is considered art, then it is.

Hengbao drove another one crazy by relying on his own strength.

That math problem can't be done without one condition, but it does have the ability to drive people crazy