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

In October, Jingui sees him off, and Young Master and Jiang Ye go to Beijing to take the exam.

One day it rained heavily, the concierge carried an oil-paper umbrella and hurried ahead, Jiang Ye fell asleep, but the young master suddenly laughed and said in his ear: "I will tell you a story."

"Hmm..." Jiang Ye lazily raised his eyebrows, gestured lazily, and signaled that it was okay.

"It is said that there was a son and a stupid bookboy. The two of them were walking in the mountains with their suitcases. One day after the rain, the schoolboy gathered a bamboo umbrella and hung a bundle on it. After a while, he staggered and the bag fell off. , he let out an ouch, and exclaimed: 'Young master, it's landed on the ground!'" The young master pinched his nose and screamed sharply.Jiang Ye thought it was funny, and asked with a smile, "Then?"

"Kiss me first before talking." The young master smiled wickedly, and nodded his lips.

Jiang Ye frowned, raised his head and kissed him, and caught a glimpse of the young master's eyes burning brightly, with love in his eyes, he couldn't help but gritted his small teeth.The bee sting in the honey made the young master "ouch" in shock, and looked at Jiang Ye with his eyes full of resentment, but Jiang Ye was like that heartless child, he couldn't stop laughing to himself.

The young master didn't care about him like him, ignored his childish play, kept his promise and said: "The young master was furious, raised his folding fan and slapped the book boy on the forehead, and said in a huff: 'You should say' and the first'! How can it be' Lost'?"

Jiang Ye laughed loudly, and said: "That should be the case, and we should avoid it." But he looked at the young master again, with doubts in his eyes, and said: "In a trance, I feel that this situation is very familiar... Where is it? yeah?"

The young master shrugged it lightly, but he didn't mention anything. Three years ago, he knocked on someone's head and scolded: "Idiot boy! I won't go out of the city this time..." At that time, he was only regarded as a child prostitute, a book boy, but I never imagined that one day, I would love it like a precious treasure, holding it in my mouth for fear of melting, hiding it in my hand for fear of falling off!

The young master lightly hugged Jiangye in front of his chest, and said with a smile: "The book boy knew his mistake, nodded his head hurriedly, tied the two things together, and said excitedly to the young master: 'Young master, this time I will never be the first!"

Jiang Ye was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly thumped the bed and laughed loudly, with tears streaming down his eyelashes, he was panting unsteadily.

The young master also laughed and said: "You have to drive a horse and a horse, and the concierge drives a horse. You will not lose the ranking!"

The corners of Jiang Ye's mouth curled up, and he tilted his head and asked with a smile, "What if you fail unfortunately?"

The young master replied with great emotion: "What's the big problem? You follow me to the world and warm your bed every night. Even if my young master will fail in his business in the future, he will be poor and beg all day long, and if he catches a flea by chance, he will share it with you and eat it." That's right!"

Jiang Ye snorted coldly, rolled his eyes, and ignored it.

He certainly won't have that day, the 14-year-old son of the Hong family, who was taught by the father of the great Confucianism, is not a child prodigy.

There was something in Jiang Ye's mind that he had never told Young Master, but Young Master seemed to have completely forgotten about it, and did not ask about it.

Why did he want to win the first prize?

Four years ago, when his family was ruined and his family was destroyed, he yearned day by day to find someone who killed the stupid emperor, but the palace was dark and dense, and there was no trace to be found.

Three years ago, he was forced to buy a drunken beauty. Although he hated humiliation, he thought about serving the tiger with his body and waiting for an opportunity to kill him.

He became attached to the son and got an opportunity to take the imperial examination by chance. He knew that he had no evidence in his hands to prove his innocence, so rashly expressing his feelings to the emperor was tantamount to throwing himself into a trap.If he is like Jing Ke, he can try the concealment method by trying to see with a dagger... However, no matter which of the two, it will affect the son's family and mislead the Yang family, which is definitely not what he wants.

Two years ago, the young master lived with him on a moonlit night in the spring river. The two loved each other as if they were ordinary couples.At that time, what he looked forward to every day was the day of his return.Hatred seems like yesterday.

A few months ago, the young master was bullied by thieves, he was seriously injured, and his life was in danger. He gritted his teeth and dared not shed tears.The young master's life seemed to be hidden in his eyes, even if the eye sockets were sore and about to burst, he did not dare to shed even a drop of tears.At that time, he only hoped that the young master's life would be safe, and he was willing to replace him with his own body, and the hatred would be like a cloud of smoke, dissipating in the blue sky.

At this moment, when there are so many people who are leisurely and entertaining, leaning on the young master, hearing the sound of horseshoes rushing to the capital, Jiang Ye will suddenly calm down, knowing that there will be a test in a few months, but it seems like I don't care about it at all, like stagnant water, there is no wave, no expectation, no worry...even...

"Ye'er, are you really ignoring me?" The young master said that he was being coquettish and awkward, and asked questions in a low voice.

Jiang Ye sighed in his heart: If the situation is urgent, forget the old worries, win the first place, and earn glory for the son, then follow him and wander the world.

"Ye'er...Good night..." Young Master tightly wrapped his arms around his waist, touched his waist with one hand, untied his belt, and dexterously reached in like a snake swimming away.When the big hand was about to become more presumptuous, Jiang Ye untied his belt, threw it on the ground, and turned his head to wink at the young master.

"Ye, Ye'er?" Young master still can't believe it, isn't this, this matter... □□?

Jiang Ye's ears were red, and he felt even more ashamed when he saw that the young master was just dumbfounded, and bent down to pick up his clothes.Only then did the young master suddenly realize that he rushed forward...

"Easy, it hurts..."

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This matter is only about the wind and the moon, go to Wushan to make clouds and rain.

In November, the son and Jiang Ye lived in the southern suburbs of the capital.

The two of them traveled from south to north together, from warm to cold, inside and outside the capital, the new wind whizzed by, like a knife or a sword across their cheeks.Compared with the Jiangnan area, it is very cold here, and the children, merchants, and traffickers in the south are all greatly affected by it, and they sometimes seek medical treatment.

Jiang Ye prefers to toss around at night, and he has no sleeping posture to speak of. On weekdays, it is mostly the young master who covers him at night.One day, the young master didn't check for a while, so he exposed half of his body to blow the cold wind. When he woke up the next day, he caught a cold, his forehead was slightly hot, his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't breathe smoothly.

The young master glared at him, for such a big man, he is no different from a child, he is so stupid that he doesn't care about his body.Jiang Ye also felt ashamed, and lay on his side with his head on his side, unable to speak, not daring to look, so he stretched out his hand from the brocade quilt and grabbed the corner of the young master's clothes, begging for mercy.

The young master smiled helplessly, held his hand, and said, "You stay in bed and recuperate, and I'll prescribe some medicine." Jiang Ye nodded and said, "It's cold outside, so bring a stove and a cloak with you. Be careful not to catch the cold."

The young master was crowding into the pharmacy, seeing so many people coming to see the pulse and treat the medicine, he saw that his clothes were all in Jiangnan style, and his accent also had Jiangnan characteristics.The young master's heart was alive, and he had a gut feeling that there was a business opportunity in it. He bought the medicine and made it for Jiang Ye to drink. After the effect of the medicine took effect and he fell asleep, he walked to the pharmacy again, observing and thinking.

The young master took a closer look and saw a person whose clothes were much bulkier and rougher than others, and he felt something different, so he went forward to meet him.

He persuaded him: "Brother, I see you with a ruddy complexion and full of energy. You don't seem to be ill at all, but you are misdiagnosed? The medicine is three-point poisonous. Spring is coming, and you have to be careful."

Seeing that the young master speaks fluently and has a chic demeanor, and when he heard him talk about Chunwei, the man knew that it was the same year. He was happy in his heart, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "What you said is very true. I am from southern Fujian. I came to Beijing in Chunwei. My surname is Chen Mingxun." , I don’t know where your brother comes from?”

The young master said with a smile: "My name is Yang'an, and I am also the son of this year. I am from the south of the Yangtze River. I don't know my brother--" I didn't consciously say my real name and surname, and I was not annoyed. I just wanted to start and asked him to explain. Confused, Master Chen asked in shock, "Master Yang? Are you Xie Yuan Yang'an from Yangzhou?"

"..." The young master was stunned, not knowing how to answer this, although he is Yang An, but not Xie Yuan, Xie Yuan's real body may still be in a dream.After hesitating for a moment, he expressed his feelings again, Jiang Ye is him, he is Jiang Ye, so he smiled modestly: "It's just me, I don't know what's wrong with you, brother?"

Mr. Chen was holding the herbal medicine in his hand, and was about to speak, looked around, then whispered: "This is not a place to talk, how about I move on and talk about it in detail?"

"Of course!" The young master likes to make friends with people the most, from high-ranking local officials to beggars and prostitutes, there is no taboo, and he can talk to them all, and there is no gap between them.This time, when interacting with Mr. Chen, it is necessary to be happy to dress and go with him.

Walking into a secluded teahouse, the two of them closed the door and had a secret conversation under the curtain.

"Young Master Yang, do you know what the situation in the capital is like now?" Before exchanging greetings, Young Master Chen was so impatient to get straight to the point, he was so impatient.Although the young master was taking care of himself leisurely, his heart tightened and he was solemn and solemn.

It has been heard for a long time that the holy body is sick today, and the government is over, and the political affairs are entrusted to the prime minister.Although no one dared to say anything, the courtiers also expected that the time when the current emperor died would be within the past few years.However, the most puzzling thing for the world is the establishment of the crown prince. Although all the ministers risked their lives to see him and knelt in the palace for several days and nights, they still did not say anything today, and they refused to appoint a crown prince if they were not punished.

Ascending to the throne this year, the first two princes are both concubines, and the status of the mother and concubine is low and helpless. They fight all day long. Last year, the eldest prince was defeated and "died of a sudden illness". The second prince was given to death, and dozens of his party members were exiled.Therefore, the ministers dared not speak any more, the only remaining four and nine princes also died down, and none of the party members dared to show their faces, and the battle for the throne came to an end.

There is a son who only reads the books of sages and sages all day long, does not listen to things outside the window, is ignorant and does not understand the world, and asked stupidly: "What is so difficult about this? In the future... until that day, there will be a prince to take over. Since ancient times, this is the way. What's wrong? "

But I don't know that in the year when I ascended the throne, I toured the world and served in Yangzhou. I happened to see a woman on a woman's boat, and I was shocked for a moment.Pretending to be a son of a noble family and befriending her, he tried his best to understand and persuade her to enter the palace as a companion.

Since then, all the flowers in the palace have been exhausted and only one bonus is waiting for them. The women of Yangzhou have played and sang every night, and they have been favored by all courts. As a result, their status has skyrocketed, and they have become imperial concubines in a year.

Two years later, the woman gave birth to a son. His face was exquisite like his mother's, but he was born smart but like Jinshang.The three of them often visit the imperial garden, like ordinary people's homes, loving father, son, filial piety and mother's love, enjoying the rare family happiness in the royal family, like a picture-like scene.

Unexpectedly, the imperial concubine died of dystocia when she gave birth to a child next year. Today, she is in great pain and wants to live. She pursues her as Empress Yixian. The two-year-old youngest son is logically promoted to be the first-line prince. He was called Prince Longxing at that time.

Everyone in the world knows that Prince Longxing lost his mother, he was heartbroken, died at the age of three, and was buried in the imperial mausoleum with his queen.Since then, no one has dared to mention the queen and the prince. This matter is not only for one person today, but also a taboo for the whole world.