Forensic lady champion husband

Chapter 37

But it shows that Heng walked out of his mother's room, bounced back to the living room, came to Yan Ziqin, and talked about what he had just heard while eating candy. Unfortunately, the child's ability to understand and express is too weak, so I just said Five words: "Mother... said you are not good!"

This is embarrassing. The son-in-law who was disliked by his mother-in-law was very depressed. Du He crossed his legs and smiled: "Anyway, it's a done deal, and Enniang is married to you. What are you worried about? Seeing that you are so unhappy, otherwise we will go drink Huajiu, make you happy?"

Yan Ziqin quickly covered Ming Heng's ears, glared at Du He, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, this is my father-in-law's house, do you want to kill me?"

Du He pursed his lips, as if he disdained to be as knowledgeable as him, "Vulgar, do you have to do dirty things after drinking flower wine? What I want to ask to see is girl Luo Qiyu in Qiyu Pavilion. She is a high-ranking champion among flowers. As the name suggests, you are young and beautiful, and you are proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even if you, the number one scholar, go, people may not give you half a favor."

Yan Ziqin snorted, turned his head and said, "Who wants her to show good looks?"

Du He said: "Young Master Yan, Master Yan, I'll let you go, help me build momentum!"

Seeing Yan Ziqin ignoring his answer, Du He sneered, sat face to face with him on the table, and said mysteriously: "I know what happened when you were a child, huh? Mrs. Yan who wears a skirt and rouge? Do you want me?" Talk to your wife about your glory days in women's clothing?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Ziqin's eyes widened with anger, and he quickly confirmed that there was no one else in the room except the foolish Ming Heng, and said to Du He under his breath, "Who did you listen to?"

Du Hehao calmly said: "Don't worry about it, come with me, don't worry, you don't need to enter, even if you want to, I will stop you from entering, so as not to be compared with you in front of Mrs. Luo!" After finishing speaking, He grabbed Yan Ziqin's neck and pulled him away.

Mrs. Qu and Mingshu chatted in the room for a long time, and finally Mrs. Qu unilaterally decided on the day after tomorrow, which is the second day of August, to go to the Empress Temple to burn incense. Mingshu only has the right to accept it passively. It's time to come back, Mingshu wanted to find Yan Ziqin and prepare to meet his father with him, but he couldn't find anyone everywhere, so he sent Chunxiu to inquire at the house, and it turned out that he went out with Du He in the afternoon.

Hearing that there was Du He in the company, Mingshu couldn't help but chant Amitabha a few times, begging the Buddha to bless the two brothers from any troubles. Fortunately, there was another news that Quyuan was going to stay in the value room tonight to analyze the situation of the Liao Kingdom The news of the latest battle report, Yan Ziqin can temporarily cover up other things without telling him.

Before the waning moon rose, Yan Ziqin came back first. Mingshu paid special attention to the marks on his body when pouring tea. There was no smell of powder or alcohol. It seemed that she was not doing some shady business. To be honest, she still I'm really worried that Yan Ziqin is obsessed with the singing and dancing between the Bianliang opera houses and tiles, and I just had a heart-to-heart with him, so I really can't bear to change my heart so quickly.

"Where's Du He, are you back in the guest room?" Ming Shu asked.

Yan Ziqin looked at Mingshu strangely, and asked, "Did he not come back?"

Mingshu said anxiously: "No, aren't you with him? Are you separated?"

Yan Ziqin said silently: "Then let me tell you, don't be angry... we are going to Qiyu Pavilion."

Mingshu naturally knew what Qiyu Pavilion was, but who didn't know the most famous brothel in the capital?Immediately, his expression changed, he suppressed the urge to tear his husband apart, and said word by word: "Continue talking."

Yan Ziqin told the story of this afternoon one by one. It turned out that after they rode to the door of Qiyu Pavilion, Yan Ziqin was drinking tea in the teahouse opposite. He saw Du He entering Qiyu Pavilion with two newly hired entourages. Behind the gate, he didn't come out until it was dark. Later, the two attendants found Yan Ziqin and asked him to go back first. Du He would leave later.

"So you didn't actually enter the Qiyu Pavilion, and only Du He went in, but never came out?" Ming Shu squeezed her chin and analyzed, "Could it be that he didn't bring enough money and was caught by the Qiyu Pavilion after you left?" Withheld?"

Yan Ziqin said: "It's possible, I think the place is beautiful, and the various uses are definitely not small expenses."

Mingshu said: "If it's just a matter of money, of course I can help him, but I can't let the servants go. The eyes and ears of the servants are all connected to my parents. If I let my parents know that Du He is because of this dissatisfaction, I can help him." He was detained in the brothel for the reason of glory, they will definitely hate him, it is safer for us to settle it ourselves."

Yan Ziqin said: "Although my father-in-law is not here, my mother-in-law is even more difficult to deceive. What good reason do we have for going out at night?"

Ming Shu thought for a while, and said, "I wronged Uncle Xu and used it as a shield for us to come back, just say that he has something urgent and needs us to rush over."

In order to save a friend, it can only be used as a stopgap measure for the time being.

With enough money, Mingshu changed into men's clothes again and appeared with Yan Ziqin on the narrow road in Bianliang. The location of Qiyu Pavilion is very good, facing the long silver wave of Bianshui, which is different from the curfew system in Tang Dynasty Bianliang, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, can be said to be more and more beautiful at night. The Lianyun shops with pearl lamps and wall tiles, the singing of market vendors, and the tourists and tourists shoulder to shoulder, show the prosperity of Bianliang everywhere.

Although Mingshu has lived in Bianliang for several years, because of her mother's strict family education, she seldom gets in touch with the market, let alone witnesses the bustling Bianshui night market. I bought two bowls of roasted sheep soup and shared it with Yan Ziqin.

When they got to the door of Qiyu Pavilion, they naturally wanted to call, but neither of them had any experience in exploring brothels at night, so they looked at each other speechlessly for a while, and finally Yan Ziqin coughed twice and said, "I'm a man, let me go."

He was still chatting with the gatekeeper at the gate, when suddenly, a figure rushed out from the gate of Qiyu Pavilion like a whirlwind. Looking carefully, it was Du He with white stripes all over his face and only two coats left.

Mingshu hurriedly stopped Du He who was still about to run, and asked, "How did you get into this state?"

Du He avoided her and yelled: "Don't ask, run away, you will die if you are too late!"

It was too late and then soon, a beautiful woman with a strange fragrance ran out. Even if her temples were disheveled, her clothes were disheveled, and the Shu brocade beige slid down her shoulders to reveal half of the bully Saixue's arm, one could tell that she was extraordinary. beauty.

"My god, you bastard! If you have no conscience, come back to me!"

She was clearly a beauty, but when she opened her mouth, she was so simple and rude that she almost made Mingshu kneel down. Looking at Du He who had gone away, she filled her mind with a million-word novel about a scumbag male protagonist who always abandoned and abandoned his confidant in the brothel. .

Seeing that she had no hope of catching up with Du He, the beauty grabbed Mingshu and said, "You know the person surnamed Du? Go, go in and explain it to me!"

Hey!What is this all about?Seeing Mingshu being brought into the gate of Qiyu Pavilion like a bird, Yan Ziqin hurriedly followed, circling around, and walked into an exquisitely furnished room under the guidance of couples of men and women. Foil and silver screens, text windows and embroidered doors, but there is no gaudy air of copper smell, and it is very elegant everywhere.

The beauty put Mingshu on the stool, turned around, and suddenly started to cry. The pear blossoms were raining, which made Mingshu feel very distressed, and persuaded: "What do you call the beauty, why does that surname Du bully you, tell me, I will Make the decision for you!"

Yan Ziqin was speechless...

The beauty sobbed a few times, and said softly: "My family's surname is Luo, and the small character is Qiyu. Du Lang didn't bully my family. It's my family who wanted to win Du Lang. It's a pity that Pu Liu's quality can't be trusted by Qiao Mu. It's reasonable to be rejected by him..."

What?The woman in front of her is Luo Qiyu, the world-renowned leader of flowers, the one who claims that her paintings make Zhang Fang ashamed, and her poems make Zhang Xian blush? !
Just looking at her appearance, it is not absurd to say that she is a national beauty. If you look at her graceful and charming charm at this time, she can be called a peerless beauty. But how can the crazy woman who chased Du He just now explain it? Really not a hallucination?
Ming Shu stabilized her heart full of troughs, and asked politely: "Miss Luo is a celestial figure, why do you like Du He..." She swallowed the following words, because Du He is really difficult to use. To sum it up in one word, it's like a strange-flavored bean among human beings. Every bite has an indescribable weird taste.

Luo Qiyu spoke with a Sichuan-Shu accent, and confided in a low voice: "Because he is an open-minded person, and he is not at all different from those hypocritical men! Those arty people only talk about poems, poems, and the principles of life with my slaves. The slave family was beaten and scolded to learn things that they didn't like at all. The sour thing that dropped the book bag, drinking with my family, throwing dice, and wiping dominoes, this afternoon is the most comfortable afternoon my family has spent in 18 years."

Both Ming Shu and Yan Ziqin were choked, and after a long time, Ming Shu stuttered and asked, "So, the reason why Mrs. Luo wants to commit herself to Du He is because he drinks with you, throws dice, and wipes dominoes?" It is not difficult to explain why Du He lost all his clothes and his face was covered with white stripes. After all, his gambling luck has not been very good, and he would lose with Wang Anshi, who is only seven years old.

Luo Qiyu looked at the flickering lights, with tears in her eyes, "It's easy to find a priceless treasure, but it's rare to have a lover. He is the first person to understand me. Instead of dealing with hypocrites for a lifetime, it's better to cry on Du Lang's shoulder all night. The slave family has already identified it."

Mingshu: "..."

Yan Ziqin: "..."

The two exchanged glances with each other, really wanting to pry open the head of this big beauty, to see if Du He had lowered her head inside, why did she suddenly become obsessed with ghosts?

"Since you are Du Lang's friends, please send him a letter saying that I have already prepared the money for the redemption, and I just wait for Du Lang to marry him."

Mingshu pointed to the clothes on the chair, and said, "That's the clothes that Du He lost, right? Can we take it away?"

Luo Qiyu quickly shook her head, picked up the messy clothes like a treasure, and said: "I still want to keep it as a thought, next time I see him, I will personally return it to him!"

After coming out of the Qiyu Pavilion, the husband and wife were in no mood to talk, and no one thought that the development of the matter would turn out to be like this. When leading the horse through the alley, a voice came from the depths of the dark alley.

"Hey, come here!"

(End of this chapter)