Glued up by my father's nemesis

As the capital of a century-old dynasty, Beijing City is full of flowers; Qi Jingsi will be approaching winter, and the New Year will be approaching in the blink of an eye.

In such a place where dignitaries gather, there are naturally more people who treat guests and walk around.

As the most prosperous restaurant in Beijing these years, Heyi Tower is magnificent yet elegant and chic, so it is hard to find a seat on weekdays; to be able to reserve the largest private room in the building, Suimu Pavilion during this New Year's Eve, Little Marquis Faberhan did not spend much thought.

On a large round table in the pavilion, a piece of the expensive tall gold cup was poured out, and even the excellent amphora white-glazed wine vessel was broken into pieces and lay on the ground.

A few people had already collapsed at the table, and it was obvious that it was not just a scene of drinking three rounds.

The stove is burning brightly, and the best incense is lit, and the warm fragrance is like a spring scene.

The surly young man wearing a coarse cloth waistcoat in Peishui Matou back then has disappeared. Qi Jingsi, dressed in brocade robes, is lazily leaning on the imperial concubine's couch upholstered in Shu brocade, suddenly feeling that the three feet of snow on the street is just an illusion.

I don't know if I'm drunk from the warm smoker in the tent, so I went to this carnival.

Faberhan smelled of alcohol all the way from his neck to his face, and finally invited the protagonist who had been thinking so hard to show off tonight, the newly acquired "Snow Dress Lady".

There is nothing curious about parrots learning tongues. The strange thing is that this parrot is all white and has no hairs.

"Really?" Even Chang Haoxuan couldn't care less about the famous prostitute Liu Xian'er who just walked in, and came closer.

"Naturally!" Faberhan raised his chin triumphantly, and glanced at Liu Xian'er who had just entered the door, "Isn't there someone who can play music, let her play a fashionable song, Xueyi Niang I can make up two sentences!"

Liu Xian'er came in with her pipa in her arms and was about to greet the nobles, when she heard the words, she bowed her body and said, "The concubine will play a piece of "Bu Suanzi", which is Chang's favorite, to cheer you up."

She twirled her ten fingers lightly, the sound of the pipa fell on the jade plate, and Xueyi Niang really babbled a few words, which aroused everyone's amazement.

Qi Jingsi has never been interested in the soft-spoken songs of those girls, and can't even remember two lines of libretto, and now she doesn't understand what those dudes are marveling at.

He would lean on the couch without interest, without even raising his eyelids.

After Liu Xian'er finished playing the song, Faberhan got a burst of praise. It was the time when his vanity was most satisfied, but when he turned around and saw Qi Jingsi who was sleepy on the couch, he felt that he was not enough.

"Which one of you is so motivated today?" He raised his voice, "Drunk all of our young master Qi who is never drunk."

Qi Jingsi didn't open her eyes when she heard the words, she just held one corner of her mouth and smiled.

"Or—" Faberhan said, getting up, walked to Liu Xian'er's side and picked her chin with his hand, "It's your song that makes our Mr. Qi not intoxicated and everyone gets drunk?"

Qi Jingsi opened her eyes slightly, looked at the movements of Faberhan's hands, and smiled loosely, "Alcohol is good, and people are also good."

"all good."

"Young Master Qi praises you." Fei Bohan withdrew his hand from Liu Xian'er's chin, walked to the big round table, picked up a cup of hot wine warmed on the small stove, and handed it to Liu Xianer, "Also Don't you hurry up and thank you?"

Liu Xian'er took the wine cup with both hands, walked to the table, picked up a gold cup and filled it up, moved lightly to the imperial concubine's bed, half squatted and half kneeled, lowered her head and handed the wine cup in her hand, her cheeks were also blush point.

Qi Jingsi took the wine glass, raised her head and drank it all.

"It is said that Mr. Qi was born magnificent and extraordinary." Chang Haoxuan looked at Liu Xian'er's shy face, and joked angrily: "I never thought that our sister Xian would not be able to lift her head."

"Young Master Qi looks good."

Liu Xian'er, a famous courtesan in Beijing, is not a problem with her skills in both ways. She filled a glass and walked up to Chang Haoxuan's side, and with a few words, she coaxed people from ear to ear.

Qi Jingsi was really not interested in these soft-spoken prostitutes, so he lazily leaned back on the cushion.

Although it was boring here, he didn't want to go back to Qi's mansion, so he asked: "I've had enough wine and food, what fun will Mr. Fei arrange next?"

"The fun is, of course—" Faberhan looked around the Nuo Pavilion with deep meaning in his eyes, and let it go.

A crisp bone china sound of "snap" came from outside the Accord. Before everyone could wait for Faberhan to clear up their confusion, they heard a commotion downstairs.

"Today's matter, if you knelt down and poured tea to admit your mistake, I will not remember the villain's mistakes! Otherwise——"

Qi Jingsi leaned on the couch and listened roughly to both ears, the man behind him was just showing off his family background, yelling such cruel words that he would not give up today.

He was not personally interested, but Faberham was.

"Let's go and watch the excitement!" Faberhan tugged Qi Jingsi, who was lying on the couch, "Aren't you looking for fun?"

In the Suimu Pavilion, several teenagers who were still awake pushed their way out the door.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate of Suimu Pavilion, Qi Jingsi saw a man in his early thirties with a face full of alcohol, standing arrogantly in the lobby on the first floor, pointing at the nose of a young man in front of him with a blushing face and cursing, uttering obscene words. Word.

The boy was wearing the uniform uniform of the waiter in the store, with his head drooping, holding the tray with both hands, not daring to look up, even the wine cup on the plate shook slightly with his trembling shoulders.

Just when Qi Jingsi dropped the sentence "boring" and turned around to go back to the warm pavilion, behind the waiter downstairs, a young man finally got rid of the two buddies who were blocking him, stepped forward and pulled down the slightly trembling shoulders. The boy stood behind him.

He only gave Qi Jingsi a back view, but Qi Jingsi picked this straight and thin back figure out of the chaotic crowd with one glance.

The author has something to say: the last one to appear is the protagonist!That is the "little blind man" in the copywriting~

Yesterday, there was a cutie who said that he liked the pre-order ~ happy!

This time the pre-acquisition was released early because there were tens of thousands of manuscripts for the pre-accepted book. This book is not long, and a new one will be seamlessly opened after writing. Friends who have followed me know that Ah Yu is very hardworking!So I hope everyone will order a pre-ordered duck~

I don't know if the tent is warm and the smoker is drunk.From "Nanxiangzi and Zhang Yuanzhu Tong Judgment Fu Xue" [Author] Wang Zhidao Song

感谢在2020-10-1116:21:43~2020-10-1215:59:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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