"Oh? Miss Nongyue."
The pudgy young man's eyes lit up, and he suddenly sobered up. He ran to Nangong Yue's side, looked down, and exclaimed with his accomplices:
"Look, it's really the oiran from the Red Mansion! I haven't seen her dancing and having fun for a long time!"
Nangong Yue lowered her head to cover her face and said: "Master Zhou, I have become a good person. There is no such person as Nong Yue in the world. Please don't pester me."
"That's not good, that's not good!"
The short and fat young man said loudly: "If there is no moon in the red building, just like the bright moon in the sky has lost its brilliance, just like the sea tide has lost its surging force. If Miss Nongyue behaves well, she will only make the world's talented people heartbroken!"
"You are worthy of being a Jinshi of the dynasty, and your words are well spoken, Mr. Zhou."
"Yes, he is simply very talented and knowledgeable!"
Together with a few people, they flatter you non-stop.
"Miss Nongyue, why don't you take advantage of this festive night to have wine and chat with us again?"
The short and fat young man smiled lewdly and was about to attack. Nangong Yue stood up to get out of the way and shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhou, I am a woman from a good family. If you dare to be frivolous again, don't ask me to be rude to you!"
"A woman from a good family?"
The pudgy young man seemed to have heard a joke: "A cloth stained with grease will still have marks no matter how clean it is washed, let alone a human being? Ask the young and old gentlemen here, do prostitutes have a good conscience? Hahaha..."
"I can't listen anymore!"
Liu Xiang'er threw a glass of wine at the short and fat young man and cursed: "You are a short, ugly fat pig, and you want Sister Nangong to drink with you. I think you only deserve to eat leftovers!"
Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, good call!
The short and fat young man wiped the wine stains on his face, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Where did you come from, a wild girl, how dare you insult me!"
Liu Xiang'er's chest puffed up and she said loudly: "Auntie, I am the god-sister of Princess Ningguo, the fifth-grade Xiaoxianjun whom the emperor will bestow!"
"Xiao Xianjun?"
"Fifth grade?"
"Or is it going to be a royal gift?"
"Are you arguing with me about my background? Someone tell him who I am!"
"Listen carefully, everyone, this is the son of the Minister of Rites of the current dynasty, a second-class Jinshi, Zhou Chunlai, Mr. Zhou!"
This is the case in the capital. There are too many children of powerful people and even more scoundrels.
"Bah!" Liu Xiang'er scolded: "You are the only one who is a Jinshi. Your moral character is worse than that of a street gangster. Your father must not be a good person either. As the Minister of Rites, you have raised such a gangster son? "
"You...you dare to insult the imperial official, you are so bold! Come quickly, catch this wild girl and send her to Luoyang Mansion!"
Zhou Chunlai was so angry that when he shouted, several of his accomplices rolled up their sleeves and started to arrest him.
Song Che did his duty, stood in front of a few people, and sighed: "I am having a reunion dinner with my family during the originally joyful Lantern Festival, why the hell do you have to come out and cause trouble?"
"What kind of person are you? How dare you stand in front of me -"
"He's someone you can't mess with."
A voice sounded from the fourth floor, and a man in green robe was seen walking down the stairs slowly, his face full of rebelliousness.
"It's...Master He!"
Yes, it was He Qiu who came.
He Qiu was also a Jinshi in the same dynasty, and he probably knew Zhou Chunlai.
"I finally came to a restaurant for a meal, but I heard a swarm of flies buzzing around, which made people lose their appetite for wine."
Look, this is a first-class Jinshi who scolded a group of people, and the scolded ones had to take their own seats.
Zhou Chunlai's face was gloomy and he said nothing.
"Silly roe deer, when you've had enough wine, go home and sleep. Don't embarrass yourself here, so as not to cause trouble for your father." He Qiu ignored Zhou Chunlai as if it was nothing, walked to Song Che, and said softly : "Uncle Song, what a coincidence."
Song Che nodded and returned the smile.
"He Qiu, what's so great about you? Your father is only from the third rank. In terms of official position, my father is bigger than your father!" Zhou Chunlai couldn't help but shouted angrily.
He Qiu still didn't bother to look at him, but pointed out the window and said calmly: "Every half-quarter of an hour, there will be official patrols from Luoyang Mansion downstairs. How about I go and invite them up, and I will say that I will be the Minister of Etiquette." Son, are you molesting a decent woman in public and causing trouble?"
"you--"
"Master Zhou, forget it, forget it, a good man will have a long future if he doesn't suffer in the present."
"Yeah, we can't afford to offend Luoyang Mansion."
Some friends were afraid of being implicated, so they pulled Zhou Chunlai downstairs.
"He Qiu, let's wait and see!"
Zhou Chunlai gritted his teeth and said a harsh word, and finally went downstairs dejectedly.
"Thank you, Master He, for driving away the flies for us." Song Che invited with a smile: "Sit down and have a drink?"
In the past, He Qiu would have refused, but this time he was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic and sat down without ceremony and said calmly: "Then let's have a drink."
"When you meet an old friend in a foreign country, you will suddenly realize something."
Song Che poured a glass of wine, handed it to He Qiu, and asked: "Master He, when did you come to Luoyang?"
He Qiu raised his glass and drank it all, but said: "This is not important."
It's hard to have a good chat with such a word-killer at the same table.
At this time,
"Oh, my Mr. He, why are you gone and never coming back? It's so hard to find an old woman!"
Coming down from the fourth floor was a bloated old woman who was over fifty years old. Her every move, every move and every frown, every smile, was showing off her coquettishness. This kind of person was either a madam in a brothel, or a matchmaker who arranges marriages.
He Qiu's face darkened and he gritted his teeth.
"Miss Zhang is waiting impatiently upstairs. Don't waste your marriage by neglecting the beauty." The old woman came to pull He Qiu upstairs.
He Qiu waved her hands and declined: "Wang Po, you should let Miss Zhang go back. He and I are not suitable. Don't insult her innocence."
"Oh, Mr. He, you haven't even had a few words to chat with her, how can you know if she's suitable for you? You two, regardless of your family background, talent, appearance or age, are a match in heaven and a pair on earth. They are simply perfect. What a perfect match!"
"Oh, Mrs. Wang, a man should put his official career first. I...I really don't have the heart to think about marriage. You'd better go up and explain to Miss Zhang that it's over for tonight -"
"Hmph, the rich and powerful men in the capital are lining up for me to choose. Do you think I am the one who is missing you?"
At this time, another young woman dressed in rich clothes came down from the fourth floor. She scolded He Qiu and walked away without looking back.
"This... how can I explain this to Mr. Zhang and Mr. He... Hey, hey, Miss Zhang, don't leave in a hurry!"
Matchmaker Wang chased her downstairs.
Everyone at the table from Jiangnan was suppressing laughter, especially Mr. He from Suzhou, who was usually meticulous and had a changeable expression when talking. He didn't expect that he would also have trouble with "blind date".
"To be honest, that Miss Zhang is not a good match for you. You both have arrogant temperaments. If you are forced to get together, you will definitely have a fight every three days and a fight every five days."
"snort!"
He Qiu's face turned red, he threw the wine glass away and was about to stand up. Song Che quickly pushed him back and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Mr. He, what happened tonight will not spread to Suzhou, hehehe..."
"Hehehe..."
