Count the romantic figures, but also look at the young men in brothels

There is a plaque on the door of the small building, which is different from the outsiders. There are six characters on it, "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night", and the dragons and phoenixes on the side are like Zhang Rusong.

At that time, Jiang Ye was sixteen years old, and the son pitied his parents for their loss, so he tied his hair and wore a crown with him.Although she is still small in stature, her complexion is very strong, her lips are bright and her eyes are starry, her face is like a crown of jade, and she wears clothes like adults.

The courtyard is often silent, except for the rustling of maids sweeping, the clink of cooking in the kitchen, or the sound of the second son Jiang Ye reading aloud.

But at this time, someone came to report suddenly, and shouted happily from a distance: "Second Young Master, Eldest Young Master—"

Jiang Ye was overjoyed, he returned to the nest like a swallow in an instant, quickly abandoned the book and ran to the door, and said in surprise: "But the young master has returned home?"

Xingxing rushed to the door, but there were still few people, there were two or three pedestrians on the road, and there were no carriages or horses, let alone those who traveled far.

Jiang Ye leaned against the door, looking back in a daze, not knowing where to go for a moment.Seeing the second son like this, the concierge couldn't bear it, walked a few steps, and said comfortingly: "Second son, the eldest son sent someone to send a letter, I think he will go home in a few days."

Jiang Ye smiled wryly to himself, and raised his hand to take the letter paper. Even though his clothes were crooked and inappropriate, he didn't even put them together, so he stepped Rumengxu into the study.

"Book with Niangzi:

Since the time when the lady spread the letter, she must return home as a husband within ten days, so don't read about it when you are safe.

In addition, I am grateful for the lady who stayed alone in the cold boudoir in March, and I felt something when my husband moved all the way, so I wrote a special poem for the master to enjoy and criticize in the coming year, so as to spend his spare time. "

The contents of the letter came to an abrupt end, Jiang Ye smiled wryly, he searched through the letter paper but found no masterpiece by the young master, he was surprised, and hurriedly sent someone to the concierge to ask: "Is there any words to remind the sender?"

"Yeah! When the second son asked, the younger one just remembered, and there seemed to be a vague sentence: 'I will read it to you when my husband returns home!', the villain thought it was inappropriate after hearing it, but it was wrong. He didn't take it to heart, and he forgot about it for a while." The concierge had a bitter brow, his face was full of suspicion, and he didn't know why.

Jiang Ye never blushed, as if it was a matter of course, he thanked the concierge and went back to the study, picking up the letter paper in a wooden box of agarwood.

Looking down at the "Four Books" and "Five Classics" recited in the past, it seems to have lost its luster.Just because that person is not there.

The son is not good at studying, but he likes to do business.Jiang Ye knew the young master's wish early on, and never stopped him.However, he studied the books of sages and sages in the courtyard, but the son wandered all over the world, taking boats, sculls, chariots and horses as his home, and did not return home all year round.It has been more than a hundred days since Jiang Ye was able to study quietly, but every time the sun rises and falls, the cold night is cold and rainy, and when he wakes up alone, he cannot help but shed tears, his thoughts and worries lingering like flies.

Businessmen pay more attention to profit than parting, right?

How does the son live outside?Was it ever in danger?Can it be smooth sailing?Jiang Ye wept like rain, but he didn't dare to ask: When you are lonely and bored, have you ever read Jiang Ye?

When I read Wangfu's poems in the last year, I couldn't empathize with them. I just thought I was healthy. I never thought that I would read them today. Every sentence hurts my feelings. Every word is full of blood and tears. Tears are like poems, and I can't cry.

Don't be a businessman's wife, gold hairpins are used as divination money.

Looking towards the mouth of the river, I mistook several boats.

My son, Jiang Ye has something to ask: I hope to be in the same boat with my son, and make a ten-year agreement; I hope to share the bed with you, and make a hundred-year friendship;

However, there is no end to human affairs, and if these three vows, all of them will disappear into thin air, like yesterday's clouds and smoke, disappearing without a trace... Jiang Ye has only one wish, and he vows to ask the Lord of Heaven to grant it:

I hope that the young master will be safe for the rest of his life, and he will turn evil into good fortune.

But after nine days, Jiang Ye couldn't sit still anymore, so he resigned as porter and took on his own post, looking around at the door, both worried and timid, restless all day long.

He kept guard for most of the night, but the young master had not returned yet.The servants in the courtyard felt sorry for the young master, and felt his kindness, and both advised him to leave for the time being, and to report as soon as there was news.But he ignored it, the white fox cloak was added to his body like snow, and his stature, which had gradually grown, looked as thin as a child this time, which made people feel distressed.

In the end, he stayed up all night, and the son still didn't return for a day.

The sky is getting brighter, the fog is gradually dissipating, and the brilliance of the morning sun shines on all living beings.

Jiang Ye's whole body was as stiff as an icicle, and he sat on the wooden chair at the door, unable to pace back and forth.On the door plaque above the head, "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is shining in the sunlight, but those who splashed ink that day still haven't returned.

Another day and night of waiting in vain, Jiang Ye's weak body was like a piece of paper, as if due to the gusty wind, he was about to be blown up to go to the place of his sweetheart.

The ten-day agreed period had passed, Jiang Ye had no choice but to wait any longer, so he hurriedly brought the banknotes and papers, ordered a few servants, and was about to go out.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of clouds and smoke, whether he is a desolate land in Bashan, Chushui, or a barren land in the north of Mobei and Lingnan, where the sky is poor and the green is falling into the yellow spring, he will definitely find him out.From now on, the day will become a shadow, the night will become a candle, and the glue and paint will be like each other, and we will never be separated from him, even for a day.

Jiang Ye ignored all the servants' obstructions and warnings, and went out without looking back, and walked straight to the city gate without saying a word.Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, I saw a small blue and white sedan chair slowly approaching, and the leader was the driver of Young Master Changqian.

Jiang Ye was stunned for a while, but suddenly he rushed forward like an arrow returning home, tears fell down unconsciously, but he smiled like a hollyhock, whimpering "officials" and rushed away, ignoring some surprised and contemptuous eyes.Just like last autumn, when Baqiao was sad and farewell, there was only one person left in his universe, his universe.

The change happened in an instant, Jiang Ye didn't know if his eyes were dazzled just now, but when the curtain was blown by the wind, he caught a glimpse of the young master lying on his back with his eyes closed, his brows were tightly wrinkled, his complexion was as pale as paper, and he completely lost his former spirit and demeanor , it seems lifeless...

The carriages and horses had already stopped, and the sedan chair had just rested. When he was within a few feet away, Jiang Ye suddenly withdrew his hand that was about to lift the curtain like a demon.He let out a long cry, and there seemed to be grief in his mouth.The person in the curtain opened his eyes silently, his gaze was dim, and seeing him rushing back to the door as if flying, and the white fox cloak that had been draped for many days slipped to the ground, he covered his eyes and rushed, not looking again.

In the center of Jiang Ye's eyes and mind, there was a vast expanse of whiteness. He had never stretched out his hand to see the face of the person in the sedan chair, especially since he was able to deceive himself that the person was still healthy and safe, but he hadn't returned yet.

Son, his son...

"Ye'er..." A weak voice called out from the end of the sedan chair.With the help of the coachman, the young master with a pale complexion got off the carriage slowly, looking at the weeping man running wildly, his eyes could not help but sparkle.

As if he had been cast with a fixing spell, Jiang Ye stopped walking suddenly, and just one spell could make him lose his mind and soul.He forgot himself and abandoned him in the sky, but his legs couldn't help turning around, and the wind was blowing under his feet and he was about to come back.

His son, it turned out that he didn't...not!As long as he is alive, no matter what, he will not dare to go to that cold hell alone!

"Official man..." Jiang Ye saw that the young master was looking at him with a smile. All of a sudden, the sadness, fear, worry, and fear that had accumulated for a long time rushed towards him like a tide. Only the eye spring can take care of it and avoid its harm.

When he was about to approach, Jiang Ye hadn't thrown himself into the young master's arms, but the coachman warned: "Second young master, be careful! The eldest young master was robbed when he went out and was seriously injured, so he doesn't have to move to get in touch—"

Jiang Ye's eyes were even more terrified. The clear autumn waves that the young master loved most in the past are now like a mirror lake thrown into a stone, shattering the void, full of sadness and fear.

"It doesn't matter." The young master waved his hands and smiled, pulled Jiang Ye who was as frightened and ignorant as a child, and said with a smile: "Let my husband hug my wife."

Jiang Ye nodded with tears in his eyes, and muttered: "Officer, let's go—"

"Shh~", the young master gently hugged his waist, Jiang Ye's heart ached with his heavy but powerless body, and he wanted to ask the young master why, but was cut off by the young master: "Let me take a nap..." The words were not finished.

The coachman sighed, and the young master was exhausted again and fainted.

"Officer! Officer! Young Master..." Jiang Ye's body was frail, his whole body was stiff, but his hands hugged the fallen Young Master like iron, as if holding his own life, he didn't dare to relax a bit, tears welled up, but his eyes were Suddenly firm as iron.

Suddenly growing up overnight, Jiang Ye's heart was full of turmoil, and he could no longer return to peace.

Officials go to catastrophe, he will pay back ten times!

It was night, the moon was as bright as day, and the water in the courtyard was bright.Jiang Ye waited on the young master's side, his face still pale.Although the money is no longer considered, Qian got the medical master to diagnose and treat him on his behalf, but the son is still awake, the medicine is effective, frowning and twitching occasionally, Jiang Ye sees him every time, heartaches like twists and turns, wishing to exchange his body.

But it turned out that although the Daxing Dynasty was a prosperous age, it was rumored that the emperor's body was not in good health, and the sitting prince formed cliques in order to win the reserve position, and the power struggle was very serious.The Holy Majesty was trapped in the capital, and his ears were not clear, and the officials in distant places became more and more inactive. Therefore, the disaster of pirates and mountain bandits became more and more serious, and merchants and merchant ships would inevitably suffer several catastrophes.

The young master went to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to bring back bulk goods and resell them. Most of them traveled by water, which was safer than mountain roads.However, the son was eager to return home, so he entrusted the goods to the old man to walk by water, ordered a few servants himself, set off in the starry night, and rushed back from the mountain road.

On the way, he met a bandit den, and the young master was very scheming, talked and laughed with him, offered a little "passing money", and then left without any danger.However, the misfortune lies in this den of thieves, the young master and the servant have only been through for two hours, but the den of thieves has moved in full force, trapping them like wolves and tigers.

The young master didn't panic, but asked in great surprise: "What does the village master mean? But there is not enough money?" The young master had already expected that the long journey would be uneven, so he brought a little silver with him to help himself when necessary.Just now, I have already bought half of the bandits, and I have a thousand gold, but it is not enough?

"No! This time I came here not to make money, but to give you the little girl who wants to be beautiful. I promise you to marry me in the village, so that you will not be transferred on the way of business. From then on, you will be a happy husband." , Dressed up as a grass bandit, laughing hehemangly.

The young master also laughed when he heard the words, he didn't know that such a good thing happened in the world, let alone that it happened to him.He still laughed at himself and said: "Dare to ask the village master why? I have a good skin, and the village master has blue eyes. Although I am honored and contented, I have other hidden diseases. I dare not hide it a little bit. I hope the village master will act carefully and do another for your love." Choose a good son-in-law."