Jingmen Fengyue

Chapter 1249 Warm Fragrant Nephrite Jade (1)
People from the Zheng family of Xingyang came to Beijing, Princess Jinyan of the eldest princess mansion and the eldest son of the Zheng family of Xingyang granted a marriage, the second son of the Zheng family of Xingyang entered Beijing, bumped into the horse of the right minister's mansion, and ruined Li Rubi, the young lady of the right minister's mansion The appearance, the eldest son repented of the marriage and pleaded guilty on behalf of his younger brother, and asked to marry Miss Li. Princess Jinyan and the eldest son's marriage contract was terminated, and the second son was granted a marriage by imperial decree.

In just two days, the entire capital city was like boiled water, a pot that exploded.

One after another, one after another, things were overwhelming, and the people in the capital of Nanqin had enough to talk about after dinner and gossip.

When Zheng Xiaoyang came out from Prince Ying's Mansion, the sky was slightly bright, and the east was just showing his belly. He wandered along the streets of Nanqin capital one by one. All the shops on the street were closed, and every house was locked. There was nothing to see. Yes, but he watched it with gusto.

Until, the street was full of people coming and going, the traffic was busy, the sun was rising, and people were in groups, talking in groups of two or three about the right-hand man’s death and his being proclaimed as a historian, he was still idle. wandered around.

After visiting the main streets of Nanqin Capital, I started to visit the small streets and alleys.

The servant that Princess Ying arranged for him was so tired that his legs were sore, but seeing that the second son was still very interested, he could only make a bitter face and continue to follow. He didn't understand that he was also a human being. Are the legs made of iron?Why can't you see that he is tired at all?On the contrary, he was refreshed and radiant, as if he had traveled every inch of the Nanqin capital.

It was almost noon, and the servant couldn't take it any longer. With a crying face, he begged exhaustedly, "Second Young Master, it's almost noon, let's go back to the mansion. This servant really can't move anymore."

Zheng Xiaoyang seemed to remember that there was someone behind him at this time, turned around apologetically, looked at him and said, "Are you exhausted?"

The boy nodded with a pale face, "The slave's feet are all numb."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Zheng Xiaoyang looked at him reproachfully.

The boy cried, "I'm afraid I'll disturb your interest."

Zheng Xiaoyang said with emotion, "Prince Ying's Mansion is indeed Prince Ying's Mansion."

The servant didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, looked at him, and only begged this master to return to the mansion, she had to go to the princess to beg, his leg was disabled, and someone else would take over to serve this master.

After Zheng Xiaoyang finished feeling, he patted him on the back, "You come up, I will carry you on my back."

The boy was startled, he sat down on the ground, and said with a pale face, "Second Young Master, if you still want to go shopping, even if the servant is useless, I will follow you. Don't waste the life of the servant." .”

Zheng Xiaoyang rolled his eyes, "What's the short life? It's not easy to say, you can't walk, but I can still walk, I'll just carry you on my back."

The servant hurriedly shook his head, "No, I dare not let you carry it."

Zheng Xiaoyang looked at him, "Don't worry, I won't tell the princess, I carried you voluntarily, even if the princess knows, let me explain, he won't blame you."

The boy shook his head resolutely, with a bitter face, speechless in fright, "Second Young Master, you should spare this servant, my servant has a bad life, how can I let you recite it? You are a guest of Prince Ying's Palace."

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Zheng Xiaoyang stepped forward, like carrying a chicken, and lifted the boy onto his back, and he carried him firmly on his back, and walked forward.

The little servant was so frightened that he yelled, "Second Young Master, let me down quickly."

"Shut up, say one more word, forget about falling to your death." Zheng Xiaoyang walked forward.

The little servant choked in fright, couldn't say a word, and closed his mouth, but he wished he could faint, but he couldn't.

Zheng Xiaoyang walked out of the alley with the servant on his back, turned his head and glanced, not far away was a very magnificent pavilion, above which was a row of women wearing tulle, gently waving their sleeves, fat and thin, each with its own merits and beauty.He immediately walked over there.

When you come to the front, stepping on the threshold, someone greets you immediately, "Oh, this young man is really handsome, please come inside."

The boy who bumped to death on Zheng Xiaoyang's body was startled, and immediately raised his head. When he saw where it was, he immediately turned pale with fright, and quickly shouted, "Second Young Master, this...you can't enter here."

Zheng Xiaoyang stopped in his tracks and looked back at him, "Why can't I get in?"

"Here...here is..." The boy's somewhat dark face turned red, "This is Hongxiu Building."

Zheng Xiaoyang looked up at the plaque hanging on it, "I have eyes, I saw it, it's Hongxiulou, that's right, this is where I want to come."

"You... what are you doing here? Aren't we going back to the mansion?" The young servant smelled the fragrance of makeup and almost fainted, and whispered, "This is a brothel."

"Master knows, otherwise I wouldn't have come. Come here to have a rest, find a few beauties to wait on you, I'm so tired after walking all morning." Zheng Xiaoyang said, and walked in.

The servant was about to cry, "You want to go in, then...put down the servant first."

"You can't even walk anymore, so stay here." Zheng Xiaoyang entered the Hongxiu Building.

The old bustard is very shrewd. Looking at the clothes on the young servant, she was dressed as a servant of Prince Ying's mansion. This young master was dressed gorgeously, and he looked like a wealthy son, but this young servant was carrying the young servant on his back. She immediately smiled. He asked, "Is this young master from another place? I've never seen him before."

Zheng Xiaoyang gave a "hmm" and said to her, "I am Zheng Xiaoyang. A good room, good wine and good food, and then I will find the best girl here, and I will be in this capital from now on, remember my lord If you take good care of my young master, there will be a lot of rewards, and I will come to your house often in the future."

The old bustard was startled, and blurted out, "Are you the second son of the Zheng family in Xingyang?"

"Could it be that someone is impersonating me?" Zheng Xiaoyang raised his eyebrows.

The old bustard could never have imagined that this was the young man who had caused a bloody storm in the capital for the past two days. About him, even the people in the brothel were talking about him these two days. Unexpectedly, this Buddha came here.She quickly put away her shock, and said with a smile, "So it's the second son, you are famous, who dares to impersonate you? It's my poor eyesight."

After saying that, she quickly shouted, "Upstairs, Fengyue Pavilion, Second Young Master, please go upstairs! Chunhua, Qiuyue, Xia Qing, Dongmei, come out to pick up the guests!"

She yelled loudly, and all the upstairs responded. The beauty's voice was so delicate that it made people feel pitiful.

Zheng Xiaoyang went upstairs with satisfaction.

The old bustard followed with a smile and went upstairs.

The little servant was so frightened that he had never been to this place before, and begged again and again, "Second Young Master, please let the slave down quickly! The slave's feet don't hurt, so he can go."

"That's it." Zheng Xiaoyang still carried him on his back.

The boy was about to cry.

Not long after, I went upstairs, Fengyue Pavilion really deserved its name, cigarettes curled up inside, fragrance was everywhere, piano and chess tables, utensils were displayed, all of them were full of joy.

(End of this chapter)