The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

It was midnight, and the palace banquet was over.Changsheng walked back along the long palace road, his steps were a little staggering.He drank too much wine tonight, and his head was a little hot.The streets of Longcheng were dimly lit. After all, it was late at night, and there were only three or two hawkers busy closing their stalls and going home.Changsheng only wanted to go back to Sikong Mansion as soon as possible, so he decided to take a shortcut.The alley under the moonlight was deep and long, Chang Sheng patted his dizzy head and continued to move forward.He didn't take this road often, but it was closer to home than the main road in his memory.

There were a few men in front of him moving around one of them, laughing lewdly from time to time, like a rascal.The person surrounded by Changsheng couldn't see clearly, only heard a faint cry.Changsheng didn't expect to encounter such a thing, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said angrily: "What are you doing?" Several rascals didn't hold back when they saw someone coming, and one of them joked: "Why, you drunkard also want to take part in it! ?”

Chang was so angry that he stopped talking and directly started fighting with those people.Those hooligans were naturally not his opponents, they were knocked to the ground after a few moves, and fled away scrambling.Feeling drunk, Chang Sheng leaned on the wall, only to feel that the moon in the sky had become two.

"Are...are you alright?" Chang Sheng asked.

Under the moonlight, the man tidied his torn clothes in a panic, his cheeks were blocked by his messy hair, and there were obvious tears.

"Thank you benefactor, I...I'm fine..." The voice was clear and soft, but it was clearly a male voice.Chang Sheng was startled, then looked down, the man's exposed chest was flat, it was a man!

"You...you're a man?" Chang Sheng couldn't help being shocked, feeling that he was mostly sober from the wine.

The man stood up, only slightly higher than his shoulders, with a slender figure.He wiped the tears from his face and nodded slightly.Changsheng was dizzy, he just felt that the world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old, how can even men be bullied by others these days?Judging by the voice and the man's stature, the child is probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, so pitiful.

"Which family are you a child from? Why don't you come home so late? Go back quickly, so as not to meet bad people."

The child tremblingly wiped away the tears on his face, raised his head and looked at Chang Sheng.Under the moonlight, Chang Sheng could see that he was a handsome boy with a bit of effeminacy.He shook his head and said, "Xie Engong... But, I don't want to go back."

"why?"

The boy shook his head, and said after a while: "If there is a chance, I will definitely repay your kindness." After saying that, he walked away slowly.Changsheng was a little puzzled, but he didn't pursue it. After all, he met by chance, so he could only help here.

"My lord, are you awake? The master told you to get up." Xiaoqiu, a new girl in the house, knocked on his door, and Chang Sheng rubbed his eyes, only to feel a splitting headache. "Xiaoqiu... what time is it now?"

"If you go back to your son, it's already noon, and your friend has come to the mansion as a guest."

friend?Everlasting doubts.Who will come to see him at this time?Changsheng got up and dressed, and went to the main hall after washing.

"Changsheng, you're here!" Zhao Guangyu beamed with joy when he saw it.Meng Sikong said: "Changsheng, talk to Guangyu when you get up, and I'll go play chess with Mr. Wang. By the way, you have to eat first."

Chang Sheng nodded, remembering the polite words he said when they parted last time, he didn't expect that Zhao Guangyu actually came to visit Sikong Mansion.After dinner, he was dragged out of the house by Zhao Guangyu.Today happened to be a day off. I originally wanted to take a break, but it seemed that I couldn't.

Chang Sheng was dragged through the streets and alleys, and visited all the big and small shops in Dragon City.After shopping for several hours, it was almost evening.Zhao Guangyu saw that Changsheng looked tired, so he suggested going to a teahouse to rest.Changsheng nodded, and the two walked towards the nearby teahouse.

"You little slut! Next time, don't run around and don't do business. Be careful I'll break your leg!" A procuress-like woman held a bamboo strip in her hand, muttering words, whipping a thin boy of fifteen or sixteen.The boy said nothing, covered his head with his hands, trembling. "It's been a long time since I bought you and I haven't earned my money back. If you can't earn any more money, I'll see how I deal with you."

Standing beside the old bustard were a lot of boys and girls who deal in flesh and blood. They watched the boy being beaten indifferently, and two or three of them even showed expressions of watching the show.The passers-by stopped one after another, talking to the old bustard and the young man, but no one went up to persuade them.Changsheng took a closer look and found that Huajie was not far away. He didn't expect them to come here.

Changsheng walked over there, Zhao Guangyu took his hand: "Forget it, there are things that often happen here, I can't control it."

Changsheng broke away from Zhao Guangyu's hand and said: "Forcing good people to become prostitutes in broad daylight is really shameless!" Changsheng walked over the crowd, the boy raised his head slightly, Changsheng felt a little familiar, it seemed to be the boy from last night.No wonder he said he didn't want to go back.

"You beat him because he didn't earn you any money?" Chang Sheng grabbed the bamboo stick in the old man's hand with one hand and asked.

The old bustard did not dare to offend the celestial instrument when he saw that the celestial body was dressed up in a luxurious way, and he complimented him: "My lord, we live by doing business with flesh and blood. This little thing is not willing to do business. I spent so much money to buy him, so I will lose money." Is it? We also have to eat."

"Well, I bought him, and you are not allowed to beat him again."

"This..." The old bustard rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "My lord, it's not that I don't want to sell it, but... I can't sell it."

"why?"

"That's what the family who sold him to me told me. His family committed a crime, and he will be a husband for the rest of his life. He cannot be redeemed."

Changsheng was a little uncertain for a while, Zhao Guangyu thought for a while, and whispered in his ear: "Changsheng, if you really want to help him, just hire him and give the old bust some money every month." The young man raised his head. Come, look at him with a sad expression on his face.As soon as Changsheng's heart softened, he wrapped him up.Later, Changsheng found out that the child's name was Tao Zi, and his father offended the Helian family and his family was beheaded, because he was sent here as a prostitute when he was not yet twelve years old, and was sold to Muchulou.

Chang Sheng was hesitant about this matter at first, but after a long time he found that his decision was worthwhile.Tao Zi didn't talk much at first, but gradually he became more familiar with him, and he became more cheerful.Tao Zi was used as an official prostitute when he was young, but Chang Sheng accidentally discovered that he was well educated, no worse than those who had been in private schools for many years, so he often brought him some books to read.More importantly, Tao Zi can often talk with him to relieve boredom, especially when Murong Zhaohui is about to get married.

"Hey, Meng Shilang, you are here! Xiao Tao is waiting for you upstairs." Compared with the eunuch's high-pitched voice, Chang Sheng also couldn't stand Mother Feng's voice.He rubbed his ears, passed through a large group of scantily clad young men and women, and went upstairs to the private room.

Before he knew it, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and Murong Zhaohui was going to marry Princess Jinna.The two countries attached great importance to this marriage, and chose a good day after thousands of choices-the [-]th Mid-Autumn Festival.The reason for choosing this day is that the Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day, and it is also to give Princess Jin Na enough time to adapt to the life of Yan Kingdom.In recent months, Murong Zhaohui seldom announced his audience, probably because he was too busy to get acquainted with Princess Jinna.Princess Jin Na hasn't learned all the Chinese yet, so Murong Zhaohui hired two bachelors to teach her.During this period, Changsheng was fortunate to witness the beauty of Princess Jinna twice.Princess Jinna, who has taken off her veil, is really charming, lively, cheerful, pure and kind.Changsheng couldn't help feeling sour in his heart, but he also had to admit that Princess Jinna and Murong Zhaohui were indeed a good match.With such a beautiful princess as Murong Zhaohui's queen, he really couldn't fault it.Up to now, he can only wish him happiness.However... Where can I find my own happiness?

"My lord, what's wrong with you today, drinking so much wine?" Tao Zi asked softly.Changsheng one cup after another until he gets himself drunk.He muttered in his mouth: "He is about to get married, he is about to get married...don't want me..."

Tao Zi sighed: "Is there anyone who doesn't love such a good young master? Which lady is she? Is it a designated marriage?"

Changsheng didn't answer, and fell asleep lying on the table.After drinking, his forehead was sweating slightly, a few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and his face was slightly red.Tao Zi cautiously stretched out her hand and pushed it away for him.His fingers slowly moved down along the straight bridge of the nose, and touched his lips. The soft touch made him withdraw his hand as if shocked by electricity, and his cheeks flushed suddenly.For some reason, seeing him sad made him feel sad too, but at this moment, he was a little happy.

"What?! Say it again!" The vase fell to the ground in the dark, making a piercing cracking sound.

Li Qing repeated what he said just now: "Meng Shilang stayed overnight in Muchu Tower last night."

"Could it be... that he is really with that husband...?"

"I don't know, I didn't enter the room. Meng Shilang just returned to the Sikong mansion this morning."

Murong Zhaohui took two steps back, feeling that his eyes were dark.During this period of time, he had to deal with various matters related to making friends with the Qiang Kingdom and getting married.He knew about this, at first it sounded uncomfortable, but considering that Chang Sheng has a straightforward temper, he can't see things through it, and it is in line with his character to draw swords to help when he sees injustice, so he didn't take it too seriously.Unexpectedly, Changsheng and the husband became more and more intimate, and now they still do such things.

"What the hell is that guy?"

"It seems... that he is the son of a criminal minister. He was beaten into prostitution and could not be redeemed. He doesn't look like a master who can charm people. Meng Shilang should...just sympathize with him."

"Go out and pass on my words, Xuan Changsheng will come to the palace."

"Your Majesty..." Li Qing hesitated.

"how?"

"Tomorrow is your big wedding day. Minister Meng will definitely come. Minister Xuan Meng can enter the palace every day. Why should your majesty be in such a hurry? It's already very late today..."

Murong Zhaohui sensed that he lost his composure, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you go down, I'm going to rest, I won't mention this matter."

"Yes."

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, his 23rd birthday, he is very happy, but he is not happy.Although Princess Jinna is beautiful, he is hard to fall in love with.In fact, both he and Jin Na knew that their marriage was just a political marriage, and there was no relationship at all.Perhaps he was too cold and affectionate to feel emotionally for others.However... what is his possessive desire for longevity?He hated the people close to Changsheng for no reason, wishing to lock Changsheng in the palace and order him not to associate with others.However...he couldn't, neither emotionally nor rationally.He sighed, feeling that there was no medicine left for him.

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