It's the time of Hai Zheng.
Pinglefang was full of people and brightly lit.
The night wind floats, lifting the green hair of beauties, plucking the heartstrings of idiots, and bringing up the longing for poverty.
Zhang Xiuran was holding a silver fan in his hand, dressed in azure brocade silk, with floating cloud shoes on his feet, and a jade gold silk plaque hanging from a white jade belt around his waist, walking leisurely on the main street.
His luxurious, handsome and elegant style has attracted the attention of countless beauties.
"Cannon Town Huaicheng Tower" and his thin calligraphy made Zhang Xiuran famous.
Along the way, many scholars and talented people paid tribute to Zhang Xiuran.
"I have met Mr. Zhang. His talents are fascinating."
"Master Zhang's absoluteness is truly majestic."
…
Zhang Xiuran smiled and returned the favor.
The spring breeze is nothing more than this.
Enjoying the popularity of the slutty boy, he unknowingly walked to the spot where Ye Qing usually set up his stall.
The original handsome noodle stall owner is no longer there, replaced by a middle-aged man selling wontons.
Zhang Xiuran tapped his silver fan in his palms and sighed:
"I didn't expect that my favorite hot noodle soup was actually made by him."
"Hiding herself in the city, I have truly understood these five words."
After saying that, Zhang Xiuran thought of something wonderful and raised the corners of his mouth.
Snapped!
The silver fan made a crisp sound, and the landscape fan was exposed under the candlelight, shining brightly.
Suddenly, a flash of fiery red appeared in the distance.
The bright candlelight and the crowds of people were instantly dimmed.
Zhang Xiuran's pupils shrank sharply, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
Without saying a word, he retreated decisively, hiding his figure behind Qi Heng. He raised his hand and pulled Qi Heng's clothes from the back of his spine to the left, and urged:
"Come on, go to the alley next to you."
The dandy and talented man turned into a timid rat hiding his head and tail. The passers-by around him looked at this scene in surprise.
Qi Heng looked at the fiery red and felt his scalp numb. He swallowed subconsciously and quickly hid in the alley without saying a word to block his young master.
The dark alleys were like eaves that shielded Zhang Xiuran from the wind and rain, giving Zhang Xiuran a great sense of security. He gasped for air, caressed his chest, and at the same time did not forget to raise his sleeves and pass them over his forehead.
In just a few short breaths, the rich and unruly young man in Huaiyang City actually broke into a cold sweat.
"Master, Miss Mo actually chased me here, you..." Qi Heng looked at the embarrassed Zhang Xiuran with a worried expression.
The silver fan flapped rapidly, blowing up gusts of cold spring night wind, which calmed down the anxious Zhang Xiuran.
Snapped!
The silver fan was closed, Zhang Xiuran's eyes were shining, and he said eagerly:
"How about we run?"
Seeing that the young master who was so deep in the city lost his sense of control and even wanted to run away, Qi Heng smiled bitterly:
"Sir, if you run away again, you will end up in the land of the Southern Barbarians."
"Besides, you don't care about Ye Qing?"
Suddenly, Zhang Xiuran's face was full of bitterness, he tapped his forehead with his silver fan, held his waist with his left hand and kept pacing. After a while, he took a deep breath, looking like he was willing to die generously.
"If you don't care, won't you be humiliated? Compared with Ye Qing, it's not worth mentioning."
Zhang Xiuran made up his mind, took a deep breath, held his head high, and walked towards the main street.
"Let's go!"
But when he was about to step out of the darkness, he quickly took his foot back. His handsome and unruly face looked at the cold and frosty beauty from far away, and he was once again filled with fear.
Zhang Xiuran turned around suddenly and bumped into Qi Heng who was following closely behind.
Facing the attendant's puzzled face, Zhang Xiuran coughed lightly, stepped around Qi Heng, and continued walking in the alley.
"What's that? It's too noisy on the street. It's better to walk in the alley."
Zhang Xiuran avoided Miss Mo and returned to Zuixiang Pavilion.
As soon as he entered his long-term private room on the third floor, a plain-looking man walked out from behind the gauze curtain, clasped his fists and bowed solemnly towards him:
"Sir, at the second watch, Ye Qing was taken to Huaiyang Prison."
…
Zhengde Square.
Outside a three-in house not far from the Huaiyang government office.
Chen Yuming, the prefect of Huaiyang, who was busy until the sound of three o'clock, was wearing a dark official uniform and a gold belt around his waist.
He is in the prime of life, has a dignified appearance, is upright, and seems to be calm and confident.
But at this moment, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, and walked towards home very haggardly.
The door of the house was ajar. When the doorman saw Chen Yuming returning, he quickly opened the door and ran over. He bowed and said:
"Master, Xie Daru arrived at Youchu. He asked the young master to accompany him to chat in the courtyard. He didn't let me go to the government office to report, so as not to disturb you."
"Oh? My mentor is here!" Chen Yuming's face showed joy, diluting his fatigue. The next moment, he said displeasedly: "I will tell you in the future that my mentor's visit must be notified to me."
"Yes, I've written it down!" The doorman responded quickly in fear.
Chen Yuming was overjoyed and quickened his pace while mumbling:
"I really deserve to die. I don't know what I'm going to have to endure tonight. I actually made the little old man wait for me for three hours. Can his body and bones survive it?"
"Speaking of which, the little old man really didn't tell you in advance that he wanted to come over, so that I could prepare some more fine wine so that I could have a drink with the little old man. Madam couldn't say anything."
Annoyance appeared on Chen Yuming's face, causing him to stop and look at the doorman following him, and said quickly: "Hurry up, go to Jiuji and buy two jars, no, three jars of the best Jinling Zui."
"Yes!" As soon as the doorman agreed, he saw Chen Yuming going straight home and immediately said anxiously: "Master, what's that? I don't have any money."
Chen Yuming stopped, held his head high and said arrogantly: "On credit!"
The doorman who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh quickly bowed his head and ran away.
The Huaiyang magistrate waved his dark official sleeves and continued to walk home. At the same time, he whispered arrogantly and disdainfully:
"How can I touch such yellow and white vulgar things? All my belongings are in the hands of my wife. How can I ask for money? It's ridiculous!"
In an elegant and clean courtyard.
There is a grassland, a laurel tree, a wooden couch, a stone bridge and a stream.
Xie Qian and Chen Chuyue, Chen Yuming's legitimate son, were sitting on the wooden couch.
However, at this moment, Xie Qian's book boy was suppressing laughter until his face turned red.
Without him, Chen Chuyue, who was only seventeen years old, was questioned by Xie Qian for three hours. She was uneasy when being questioned, her upright and handsome face turned red with anxiety, she kept drinking water, and her clothes were soaked with sweat.
Even the cold night wind in early spring could not take away his heat.
When she saw Chen Yuming walking in, Chen Chuyue quickly stood up and greeted him as if she was seeing a savior: "Thank you for your hard work, sir. Have you eaten? Do you need me to prepare some food for you?"
While speaking, Chen Chuyue winked at Chen Yuming with a pleading look.
Seeing his son's embarrassed appearance, Chen Yuming laughed dumbly, nodded and said:
"If you're interested, go get some food for grandpa and prepare some side dishes to go with the wine."
"yes!"
Chen Chuyue felt as if she had been pardoned, feeling happy both physically and mentally. She hurriedly saluted Xie Qian who was looking behind her, and ran away as fast as she could.
When he saw his mentor, Chen Yuming was filled with excitement and had a lot to say. In the end, he just bowed to Xie Qian and said:
"Disciple has met his mentor."
With a withered hand stroking his gray beard, Xie Qian looked at Chen Yuming's tired but energetic appearance, nodded with satisfaction, waved his left hand and said: "Sit."
At the same time, he smiled and commented: "This kid Chu Yue is smarter than you, but just like you when you were young, you can't be calm and calm."
