It's hard to seal a fool

Chapter 8

Song Qingming hasn't seen his half-brother for several days.

The gossip said that something big happened in the palace.Now that the Ningjing Night Market is also closed, there are often Imperial Guards patrolling the streets, and even the checks for entering and leaving the city are much stricter than before.

All of this has nothing to do with Song Qingming, but he regrets that Song Qingshu is busy with official duties and cannot attend the poetry meeting at the vernal equinox.After all, Song Qingshu had covered him in previous years. Even if Song Qingming was illiterate, he could still use the poems written by his elder brother to make up for it.

The good news is that he has newly abducted a little book boy who looks very talented, and he should be able to help him.

In Buze in Yangchun, everything is radiant. After the thunderstorm, the air is filled with fresh earthy breath. There was a vast blue lake in Ningjing. The ancestors had a taste for it, and built a fish watching on the island exposed in the lake. tower.

When I came to visit at Chenshi, the sky and water were filled with fog, and the fish viewing platform was looming in the distance.Song Qingming and the others were on a small boat, and the oars spread out circles of ripples, which seemed to be fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

But this elegance was quickly destroyed.

"Song Qingming! That boy Ning Buqing said that you bought a child prostitute and brought him home! It's true, let the young master palm your eyes!" On the small boat not far away, Hua Youdao raised his hand and shouted.

The corner of Song Qingming's mouth twitched, and he turned his head, the mute's face turned dark as expected.

The small boat gradually approached, Hua Youdao jumped onto Song Qingming's boat in three steps, and began to look at the people on board.Ning Buqing hurriedly pointed to him, "This, this!"

The dumb child was kneeling beside her, combing her two horns, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her face was expressionless, she looked like a cold beauty.

"Brother is good enough, this kind of shit luck can make you come across..." Hua Youdao stretched out his hand and wanted to hook the dumb child's chin lightly, "Such a beauty, why don't you sell it to me, Brother Song? I will pay three times price."

Song Qingming grabbed his wrist and said bluntly, "My people, I won't sell them."

Hua Youdao managed to break free, and laughed dryly to smooth things over for himself, "It's called dumb, it's a pity, he's dumb. If Brother Song doesn't mind, how about I trade my book boy for you? His The sound is ecstasy~"

"Fart your mother," Song Qingming was afraid that the dumb son would get in the way, and hurriedly pointed at him and cursed, "Hua Youdao, tell me one more thing, I will throw you and your book boy into the water! "

Song Qingming glanced at the book boy standing beside Hua Youdao, those well-off nobles usually treat the child prostitute by their side as a book boy, and they also have the habit of giving gifts to each other.

This little molester looks smaller than Ya'er, with a handsome appearance. Hearing what Hua Youdao said, he was blushing and secretly looking at him; Unreasonably conflicted and annoyed.

"Go away."

"Song Qingming, fuck you!"

Hua Youdao was instantly annoyed, he was the eldest son of a dignified Fuguo general.He stared hard at the mute, what?It's just a child molester who throws it away after playing.

The mute noticed his unfriendly gaze, met his eyes, and let out a disdainful sneer from his nose. "snort."

"'Hum'?" Hua Youdao tilted his head with his hips akimbo, with an expression of disbelief.He stretched his head forward, his eyes were about to pop out, "Are you 'humming'? Try humming again for Grandpa!"

"Hey, hey..." Hua Youdao's petty temper came up, he rolled up his sleeves to do something to rush up, but Ning Buqing hurriedly held him back. "Okay, okay, Youdao is just joking, but you, Song Qingming, why don't you value sex and despise friends after you haven't seen each other for a few days!"

"Mute is mine, what's wrong with me protecting him?"

"I'm fine with you, you go back to the mansion and close the door and pamper yourself, don't try to save face." Ning Buqing hurriedly came out to make love with him, and scolded Song Qingming a few words.A few people quarreled for a while, but in the end everything was fine.The mute stared at Song Qingming with vague eyes, looking at his nose, nose, and heart.

This silly dandy defending himself is nothing more than the damn possessive desire of a boy of this age, childish.

Having said that, Song's surname is always staring at his face these days, seizing the opportunity to either touch his little hand or pinch his face. Although the number of times is a little immune, he still calls it admiring beauties. I'm not ashamed.

On the fish viewing platform, the fog gradually dissipated.

Most of the aristocratic disciples have arrived, and this year's poetry meeting is presided over by last year's champion of the new subject, and now the Hanlin editor Feng Buping.The title of the poem is nothing but wind, flowers, snow, moon, flowers, birds, and caterpillars. This year's theme is "fog".

Song Qingming blinked at the mute. "Didn't it mean that you can read and break characters? Can you compose poems? Just come up with the first poem."

The mute gave him a disgusted look.

"No, it's okay." Song Qingming suddenly remembered what happened before, patted his chest with the handle of the fan, and comforted him, "Isn't it just that he was poisoned and dumb, don't care what that guy Hua Youdao said, I will be you in the future voice, say more for you."

The dumb child lowered his eyes, and after half his salary, he picked up a pen and wrote 28 big characters. The fonts are natural and beautiful, and they are interesting and kind. Although they are a little immature, they can still see their skills.

"Sparse tulle is waiting for the matchmaker, wet and fragrant, and the moon has not yet come out. It is said that Shou Ming is dark and the room is bright, and autumn is deep in the cloud mantle and the moon branch cave."

Song Qingming didn't know it was serious, so he took it with a smile, and he knew that this poor kid was very coaxable.

But Song Qingming felt a little worried, so he showed it to Ning Buqing.Ning Buqing wasn't much better either, he took a hard look and said that it was quite satisfactory and capable of doing business, so Song Qingming was relieved.

He copied it again, and the paper was full of ghosts and ghosts.

It was boring all day after that.It's not that Song Qingming has never been to Guanyutai, he has nothing to do with other people's poems and calls for friends, and he came to this poetry fair just to do business for the Lu family.Ning Buqing and the others were lured to gamble by someone, so he had to wander on the lake with his dumb son, occasionally teasing him with a few words to pass the time.

"Mute, you see, since I have you, I haven't been to Huajie and Liuxiang. You don't know the fragrance of Xuniang's kiss in Yiyuelou, that Rou'er in Hongluan Pavilion is really weak and boneless, and Xi The Qingling girl looking at the snow platform..."

The mute rolled his eyes.

Accustomed to his haughty and indifferent appearance, Song Qingming rarely saw such a dumb look. Song Qingming reached out to touch his little hand, "Dumb, why don't you give the young master a scent?"

"..." The mute slapped his hand away, this fool is hysterical again.

Song Qingming propped his head, looked at him with a smile and didn't speak.

The mute has been his school boy for so many days, and he lives in Wuhua Courtyard better than the uncle:

Occupying his teahouse, brewing the good tea he made at the bottom of the box, taking his silver taels and letting the maidservants go to the bookstore to buy the books she wanted to read, playing the piano when she was in the mood, and watching the moon when she was free.

Now the layout of the study has taken on a new look, all those erotic pictures have been confiscated by the mute, and I don't know how many grades have been raised.

On the lake, the two sat facing each other on blankets, and a furnace of wine was warmed on the boat, which meant "don't say that you are an idiot, but even more like an idiot."

But this elegance was quickly destroyed again.

"Song Qingming!" Hua Youdao approached in a boat, and swaggered up. "Left and right poems are also done, shall we go to Nanfeng Pavilion? Under the guise of a poetry meeting, the family will not be suspicious when we go back later!"

Song Qingming was very surprised at Hua Youdao's attitude of forgetting the day's hatred for a long time, and hesitated for a while, before thinking that in their small group of dudes, Hua Youdao can be said to be a fellow with the same "bedside person" as him.

If he wants to be with him for this kind of thing, he may only find himself.

However, you can't go to the Nanfeng Pavilion. It's enough to pick up a broken child, and you're too greedy.

So Song Qingming thought for a while, and replied slowly; "Let's hear about the book in the teahouse, whether you like it or not!"

Hua Youdao really looked very reluctant, so he agreed to it.

The tea in Yinyun Pavilion is one of the best in Ningjing, and the layout of the store is more like looking for a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers.There are several tables in the lobby downstairs, and storytellers often sit on the tables; the seats on both sides are separated by mats and screened; while upstairs is a private room with good sound insulation, a la carte musicians and tea artisans. Expensive good tea.

He had agreed to listen to the books before coming here, but when he arrived, Hua Youdao said he wanted to listen to the piano, so he dragged Song Qingming to the private room, and the payment was still his money.Song Qingming already knew that this guy was out of order at the end of the month, so he was after him!

Seeing Hua Youdao unceremoniously ordered a pot of good Lushan Yunwu tea, Song Qingming felt a headache while supporting his head, but the blind book boy sat behind Hua Youdao, and kept staring at him affectionately look.

Song Qingming couldn't help turning his head away, glanced at the dumb son to wash his eyes.

"Master Song San..." The book boy came up to the ground again, his clothes were loose, and he could vaguely see his snow-white chest when he bent down.He was about to stick it next to Song Qingming, and said softly, "Master, Shu'er also wants to have a sip of this tea, I wonder if Master can give Shu'er a cup..."

Song Qingming couldn't help touching the goosebumps on his hands, he was obviously a man, but he was born to act like a daughter, hey!He raised his eyes to look at Hua Youdao who was sitting and Ya'er beside him, they all looked like they were enjoying watching the show with relish.

People of low status such as child prostitutes and concubines are usually given to each other as gifts, but he is not in the habit of using things that have been used by others.

"Take it, take it." Song Qingming avoided it like a snake and hurriedly took an empty cup and threw it to him.

The book is overjoyed to take it.

Seeing this, Hua Youdao coughed lightly, and suddenly poured a cup of tea with his own hands, and pushed it in front of Song Qingming.

Iron tree blooming?Song Qingming squinted his eyes and his heart was ringing with alarm, but he still said with a smile on his face, "Many..."

"Mute," Hua Youdao turned his head, and looked at the dumb with a smile, "It's reciprocal, how about your young master offering me a cup of tea for my book boy, and I'll give you a cup too?"

Song Qingming's words got stuck in his throat, he didn't spit it out, he didn't swallow it, his face looked pretty for a while.He already knew that this fellow came prepared, and he must have been planning for so long just to touch the mute's little hand when he was holding tea.

I have known Hua Youdao for so long, Song Qingming still doesn't know how he is?

"No, I'll drink this cup of tea for him."

Song Qingming made a move with lightning speed, took the teacup proudly, and drank it down.

For a moment, Hua Youdao was dumbfounded, wanted to say something, but couldn't speak.Song Qingming sat with his legs bent, looking at him triumphantly.

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard!

Hua Youdao didn't give up, and then tried every means to get the mute to drink tea more than a dozen times, but Song Qingming blocked them all, and the cow drank it.Hua Youdao looked at Song Qingming more and more suspiciously.

"What's the matter... hiccup," Song Qingming rubbed his stomach full of tea, "Why don't you let me drink more?"

"No—it's not..."

If Song Qingming turned his head at this moment, he might be able to see the flash of a smile in Ya'er's eyes.It was getting dark outside, and without the night market, Song Qingming's happiness was halved.

After drinking so much tea, he also gave up his plan to go shopping for food, and simply thought of going back home.

"Since there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first, young master, and you should go back early, be careful on the way." Song Qingming waved his hand, stood up, and the dumb son saluted, and followed him "as good as he can be".

Hua Youdao looked at him, then at Duan'er, as if about to cry or not, but finally waved his hand and asked Shu'er to send them out.

Shu'er sent Song Qingming away, and when he returned to the private room, Hua Youdao looked at him fiercely. "What's going on! What about the medicine that was promised to make people feel distracted? Did you not add it?"

"Small... I added the small one." Shu'er knelt down tremblingly, "But... the boy just sent a message that he took the wrong medicine."

Hua Youdao was taken aback, "I took it wrong? What did I take?"

Shu'er paused, gritted his teeth and said, "Aphrodisiac... it's still expired... aphrodisiac."

"...Why is it still expired?" He suddenly had a complicated expression, and he was depressed for a while, and finally exhaled, "Fortunately, I took the wrong one, I didn't expect Song Qingming to be so good at drinking. I want to make a fool of myself outside If the person I love really becomes him, his father will definitely not let me go."

Shu'er nodded in sympathy, and didn't know which sentence he agreed with his young master.

The author says:

Ask for collection and feed.Ahahaha I'm sorry, a certain drug is the king of assists forever.