No guest noticed that Han You, dressed in white as snow, walked in, nor did Ma Fenghou and the other three.
Walking close to the wall and walking towards the corner, Han You played the role of a gentle and jade-faced young man today, focusing on being a high-quality man.
When they reached the corner, Han You slapped it on the table, startling several merchants.
"My name is Han You, and I am the governor of Jingzhao Mansion..."
Before they even finished speaking, the three merchants ran away, their faces turned pale with fright.
Speaking of other people, scholars, officials, etc., they may not be afraid of Han You. Many people have never heard of him. Only the merchants in Beijing are like seeing Han You with a bull-headed horse face.
Han You didn't come up to look for trouble, but secretly observed.
This was also his habit of believing what he heard. No matter what Lu Baichuan said, how he described it, or how he confirmed it, it was all what he heard, not what he saw with his own eyes.
Only if he sees it with his own eyes and confirms it with his own eyes will he act.
Sure enough, as Lu Baichuan said, Marquis Ma Feng's dissolute behavior does not look like a scheming person. Let alone his image, his behavior is even more vulgar. He holds two girls in his arms, almost rubbing sparks into his thighs. It's too late, and the hands are very rough, like steel wool balls, which makes it difficult for the two girls.
A small figure ran in and sat next to Han You, grinning silly.
Han You rubbed the young prince's head: "I'm going to have to work hard for you tonight."
"It's out of the way."
The young prince's eyes gleamed with excitement and he whispered: "Following Sir is a great way to gain knowledge. The students can't wait."
Zhang Zhuo sat down and was embarrassed to say anything. Not only did he gain more knowledge, he also lost his bottom line.
Han You observed Ma Fenghou for a while, and basically confirmed that this guy was very "playable". After he got it right, he nodded towards Yu Qi, who had been looking at him from a distance.
After Yuqi walked out, within a moment, one after another sneaking up the stairs wearing different clothes.
After a while, Lu Baichuan appeared in regular clothes, followed by the pitiful Zhao Tuo, the owner of Nanshi Yahang.
In addition to these two people, many more noisy guests came, all of them strong and muscular men, also dressed in different styles. Once a guest left, he quickly sat down at an empty table.
These faces all looked familiar to Han You. After confirming that the arrangements were almost complete, he looked at Yu Qi and then lightly knocked on the table twice.
After receiving the signal, Yuqi adjusted her facial expression and walked to Ma Fenghou, who was blushing after drinking a lot of wine. She bent down and took in an unobstructed view of the magnificent scenery.
"Master Ma, the girls are really tired. There happens to be a man who wants to listen to a little song. You see..."
"Listen to this damn big horse spoon, I just want to watch the dance, then play music and then dance."
After finishing speaking, Ma Fenghou took out another ten-dollar bank note, this time he didn't blow it on his chest, but on Yu Qi's face.
Yuqi pretended to run to Han You's table and got a silver note, which was only for one hundred coins.
Returning to Ma Fenghou, Yu Qi said cautiously: "Master Ma, that young man said that he would settle the expenses of your table. He wanted to...want to listen to a little song."
Ma Fenghou noticed the hundred silver notes in Yu Qi's hand. His sparse brows twitched and he turned to look at the corner, where he also saw Han You who was smiling without saying a word.
Seeing that Han You was dressed in white and dressed as a scholar, and seemed to be from a good family, he did not get angry immediately.
"Where did that pretty boy come from?"
"A young master from a certain magistrate's family in the south. It is said that this magistrate will come to Beijing to take up a post at the end of the year. His surname is Wang, Young Master Wang Hai."
"The son of the governor of the South?"
Ma Fenghou was a little disdainful. When Zhizhou came to the capital, he was admitted to the Liubujiu Temple. He was a doctor, but the Ma family didn't look down on him.
But then he thought about it, and Ma Fenghou remembered that his father Qian warned him not to cause trouble before entering the capital, and he didn't want to get into trouble, so he just took out a hundred-guan banknote.
"Give that pretty boy money and money. I have plenty of money. If you want to listen to a piece of shit, take the money and go to the flower boat to listen to it."
Yuqi smiled bitterly and continued to run the script with the banknote in hand.
The two went through the process for a while, and Han You suddenly stood up, came to the table and bowed his hands to the surrounding guests.
"Brothers, I have taken the liberty of delaying your elegance. The girls' school is tired of reading and dancing. I feel pity for you. I want to spend some money to listen to a little song. I also want to let the girls rest for a while. Let's give them some thin noodles. Well, I, Wang Hai, would like to thank you."
Ma Fenghou laughed loudly: "Get out of here, why are you pretending to be a gentleman? There are some good birds who come here, and they just like to watch women scratching their heads and doing..."
Before he finished speaking, a guest at the next table called out: "Okay, if you like to listen to little songs, just let them sing."
As soon as this man opened his mouth, many guests shouted.
"Music is an elegant thing, let's see what this unknown dance means, listen to music, listen to music..."
"That's right, I don't want to watch the dance anymore. I'm tired of watching a bunch of girls wriggling around. Sir, I just like to listen to music..."
"Music is the sound of heaven, it cultivates one's sentiments, listening to it..."
Ma Fenghou was confused.
I have only been away from Beijing for more than a month. Has the quality of the people in Beijing improved so quickly?
Han You laughed loudly in the audience: "Okay, since everyone likes to listen to music, I will make the decision. Miss Yuqi, let the girls sing a song..."
"slow!"
After a while, Ma Fenghou, who cares about his face the most, stood up, grinned widely, and sneered again and again: "You little pretty boy, how dare you pretend to be in front of me, Ma family, have you ever heard of me?"
"Ma family?!"
Han You's expression changed slightly: "Could it be the legendary..."
Han You suddenly raised his arms, made a gesture of pulling the reins, and then bent down and danced a few horse riding dances: "The legendary Jia...Yu...that Ma family?"
"How dare you humiliate me!"
Ma Fenghou was furious. Unexpectedly, the whole hall burst into laughter, and the guests around him laughed louder than the others.
Only the real "guests" at the two tables didn't know why. Where was the joke?
Han You bowed his hands to everyone: "Miss Yuqi, I am very happy today. Within half a stick of incense, I will bring out your best wine and give it to all the distinguished guests. My prince will pay for the whole meal."
The crowd cheered again and cheered loudly.
Han You suddenly pointed at Ma Fenghou and said softly: "Except him, people hate him, so don't invite him to drink."
After finishing speaking, Han You took out the thousand-guan silver note and handed it to Yu Qi: "The rest will be given to all the girls' school students."
"Hey, Han...calling you Prince is a blessing for this slave."
With a smile on her face, Yuqi lowered her head to look at the banknote, gritted her teeth and said, "You are so generous!"
Isn't that generous? The left hand is the right hand. After pretending to be the uncle, the money has to be returned to his pocket.
Han You laughed and walked up the steps with his hands behind his back, not even listening to the music.
Ma Fenghou was furious with the Three Corpse Gods. After living in the capital for so many years, no one had ever dared to disgrace him like this.
If he hadn't remembered his father's instructions not to cause trouble these days, he would have been stunned.
Ma Fenghou sat down and suppressed his anger.
They are all hanging out in Beijing, and they will inevitably meet each other in the future. We will just find the place back when the time comes.
Unexpectedly, Han You who walked up the stairs suddenly turned his head and looked at Ma Fenghou: "If you don't have money, don't come out to act like a master. If you have the ability, go to the attic to spend money. I want to spend a lot of money. I am too lazy to talk to a poor man like you." Quite the same room."
A group of guests started making noises again.
"That's right, why do you pretend to be an uncle if you don't have money..."
"Listen to the music honestly and don't jump up and down..."
"If you have the guts, go upstairs. Why are you pretending to be here? Damn..."
"He-pei!"
