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Chapter Seventeen

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    The door slowly opened.

    Before Yang Jin could see clearly the furnishings in the house, a smell of wine had already hit his face.

    The large mahogany round table is full of fresh river dishes, braised crabs in soy sauce, braised prawns in oil, fried clams with fragrant scallions, and there is not much left in a jar of Xifeng wine, which is poured crookedly on the ground and dribbled around.

    At this moment, the gray-haired old lady was stepping on the chair, holding up the flagon in her hand with her feet, very trembling,

    A group of little girls underneath helped her around.

    "Grandma, don't drink, you've already drank a jar!"

    "Grandma, come down first, what if you fall!"

    The old lady's face was flushed from drinking, and she bent over nervously and made a silent gesture to them: "Shh Keep your voice down, it's not good to be heard by Qian girl."

    Wen Qian: ""

    Yang Jin looked at her: "The treasure of the store?"

    Wen Qian explained without changing her expression: "Zhidian Zhibao drank a little too much today."

    In order to snatch away the remaining wine, she really took a lot of effort.

    The old lady stretched out her two short hands and touched her body with great aggrievedness, "One bite, just one bite, the last bite"

    Wen Qian avoided it heartlessly, and said lightly: "Come on, I don't know how much you've paid for this offer?" After speaking, she winked at her, "Tang Po, there are guests here."

    Hearing that she finally calmed down for a moment, probably because her eyes were not very good, she looked at Yang Jin with vacant eyes for a long time, finally showed a knowing smile, covered her mouth and whispered: "What's your new friend?"

    Wen Qian bared her teeth fiercely at her: "What kind of acquaintance, I just told you before I left Are you confused after drinking?"

    It was only then that Granny Tang came to a realization, and made a long cry with unknown meaning, and lowered her voice secretively:

    "The second son of the Yang family?"

    Yang Jin: ""

    The little girl from the music workshop cleared up the mess at the table, made new tea on the stove, and took two sips of hangover soup by the way, and the drunkenness in her eyes improved, she nestled in the chair and slapped her forehead guiltily  .

    "Hi I'm really sorry, I'm just greedy, and now I'm getting older, I'll get my face after two sips, and make adults laugh."

    Yang Jin and Wen Qian sat down opposite her, smiled and said it was okay.

    Tang Po got up and poured him a glass of wine, "I haven't seen Jin Yiwei from the capital for decades, and I feel a little kind when I see Master Yang."

    Holding the cup, Yang Jin wondered, "Grandma used to know Jin Yiwei very well?"

    The old lady grinned and laughed, "It's all about when I was young. I think my mother-in-law and I were also a flower in the capital I guess, my lord, your parents were still young at that time."

    "Are you from the capital too?"

    But Tang Po didn't answer, she only glanced at the sky, twisted her hands and muttered, "It's an auspicious time, come here, sir, it's rare for you to come, let me do the fortune telling"

    Yang Jin was slightly taken aback, and said "ah" incomprehensibly.

    Stepping on a stool, the old lady took out three smooth copper coins from the cabinet, shook them in her hands for a moment, and threw them on the table with a clatter.

    Then he looked intently.

    "Shock up and down, good hexagram and good hexagram." She shook Yang Jin's hand happily, "Li hexagram is fire, thunder and fire are soaring to the sky, this is the top sign in marriage. I really read it right, you two are  A pair made in heaven, congratulations"

    After finishing speaking, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and said a few words "Infinite longevity".

    Yang Jin was dumbfounded for a long time and didn't know how to answer. Wen Qian leaned over and explained in a low voice: "Just listen to this kind of words. I am a match made in heaven with anyone in her hexagram."

    "" Yang Jin was silent for a while, and asked her in a low voice, "How many people have you brought here?"

    Wen Qian raised her eyebrows and chuckled, "Want to know?"

    "I won't tell you."

    Yang Jin glanced at her, shook his head helplessly, and didn't ask any more questions.

    As soon as the auspicious time passed, the old lady Tang stepped on the stool and put the copper coins back to the original place. There was a green jade flute hanging on the wall.  Try my ten-year pot of Tukuchun."

    Saying "Aiya", the tone is extremely regrettable, "The 15-year Tukuchun is the most mellow, blame me for not being able to control my mouth The pig's mouth on New Year's Eve is really delicious, a sip of wine and a sip of meat, no  After half a stick of incense, it will be gone"

    Maybe it's because I'm not fully sober from the wine, and my speech is still upside down.The flowers are flying like snow, paving the ground with a lingering splendor.

    Even though the man didn't say anything, Murong Haitang found that she knew who he was. There was no accident, no surprise, everything was logical and natural.

    On the dirt slope on the outskirts of the city, old trees grew straight. He carried her off the horse, and an unremarkable car was parked at the end of the path.

    "You are free now." He nodded to the carriage not far away, "You can go wherever you want."

    As expected, his voice was clear and gentle, indescribably pleasant.

    Murong Haitang followed his line of sight, but did not speak. In silence, he spread her palm, put a bag of broken silver on it, and then gently closed it.

    The moment his hand was about to be withdrawn, Murong Haitang seemed to have recovered, and grabbed his sleeve suddenly.

    "Aren't you coming with me?"

    Gui Hong was obviously taken aback.

    She turned around and repeated word by word: "Come with me, okay?"

    On a night without a bright moon, his appearance was not very clear, but his pair of star eyes were clear and bright, and he was looking at her firmly.

    In the quiet surroundings, each other's slight breathing can be heard.

    Murong Haitang waited for a long time, and when she was about to give up, he suddenly kissed her.

    It was different from the kisses she had received in the past.

    With tenderness, lingering, and pity.

    He smiled, put his hand on top of her head, close to her ear, and said softly, "Wait for me."

    "Wait for me." He said, "Tomorrow, I will send Junqiao to pick you up."

    *

    At 2:00 pm, it was already dark, but the music hall was at its busiest time of the day. Even in the remote backyard, you could still hear the new voices of laughter and orchestral music from the song building.

    The tree shadows sway in the breeze.

    Yang Jin and Wen Qian walked side by side on the long corridor.

    She spoke in the midst of the bustle: "As you have found out, Tang Po is indeed an official prostitute who escaped from the fire in the Jiaofang Division decades ago."

    Yang Jin nodded: "No wonder Jin Yiwei came to Lefang to investigate the case before, which made you so nervous."

    Wen Qian snorted inexplicably, but did not answer.

    He asked: "Then what happened next?"

    "Later? What else can there be later." She said with a slight mockery, "Of course the other party missed the appointment. How affectionate can a man who visits a brothel be?  It is staged almost every day, who will take it to heart."

    Yang Jin disagrees: "It is a felony to burn the secretary of Jiaofang. Since that man is willing to do this for her, I don't think he is a ruthless person."

    Wen Qian laughed and said, "You obviously don't understand men when you say such things."

    He glanced at her: "You understand?"

    "At any rate, I've been rolling in the wind and dust, no matter how I see it, I've seen more than you." Wen Qian walked up, raised his palm to press his heart narrowly, "Master Yang hasn't visited a brothel much, has he?  Chick?"

    He frowned and avoided, and scolded in a low voice: "Speak seriously!"

    Wen Qian chuckled and hummed, "I'm so angry again, it's so boring, I can't even make a joke."

    When Yang Jin heard the words, he subconsciously restrained his expression, pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, and before he could speak, she leaned on the vermilion wooden pillar beside her, and looked at him with a deep smile.

    "My lord is so smart, why do you want me to remind you of this."

    "Tang Po was the head of the Jiaofang back then, and everyone in the capital knew about it. How can she use her nickname now? If someone with a heart finds out, wouldn't she be courting death?"

    He was taken aback after hearing this.

    Can't help thinking secretly.

    Murong BegoniaMurongIs her surname also Murong?

    "The name Murong Haitang was originally a fake." Wen Qian said slowly, "Literary and elegant, and he can afford brothels. Do you think Mr. Gui Hong like this is someone who is just waiting for you?"

    Yang Jin finally looked at her seriously, "You mean Murong Hongwen?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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