"Ji Xianming, ah!" Gu Yu muttered, "Everyone has met, and Wang Dahai wants to get close to him again. Can't let us drink with those masters at the same table? It just so happens that He Gongzi and Zhao Ziyu are familiar with Ji Xianming, so everyone went to Qianfo Temple Hutong."

  Wang Qinghuai, courtesy name Dahi.

  Song Mo was somewhat surprised.

  Since Ji Xianming and Zhao Ziyu were familiar with the people who went to Zhangtai together, it was clear that Ji Xianming knew the inside story of Zhao Ziyu. Ordinary people would go to the green building or Chu's house when they walked on Zhangtai, but he did the opposite and went to Zhao Ziyu's place instead.

  What does he mean?

  Think Zhao Ziyu is a performer, even if she makes a big fuss, it's no big deal?

  But does he know or not, if Wei Tingyu is rumored to be a good man, it would also be a kind of harm to Duan Zhao.

  Song Mo sank into thought and said: "Ji Xianming, what kind of person is he?"

  "Very clever, humorous talker, erudite and talented, can crack jokes, also good at having fun..."

  In Song Mo's mind, a carefree young master who had made his mark through extensive reading of poetry and books slowly took shape.

  Such people usually don't handle things very tightly.

  He couldn't help but ask: "Did Wang Dahai go too?"

  Among these people, only Wang Qinghuai is relatively calm and stable, considering the overall situation.

  "Off you go!" Gu Yu said, "Wang Dahai not only went, but also knew Zhao Ziyu very well. As soon as Zhao Ziyu saw Wang Dahai, she called two beautiful maids to serve him, it's clear that Zhao Ziyu knows what Wang Dahai likes." He teased Wang Qinghuai, "Wang Dahai must be having the time of his life now, he can't tell east from west!" He continued, "It seems that this Zhao Ziyu is also a clever person, she knows how to do business properly. Now people who go there can play however they want! However, I don't like that kind of atmosphere, it's clearly a brothel, but they're pretending to be one of those Jiangnan scholar families, decorating the place with pavilions and gardens. They even have some plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos, and chrysanthemums, everything is trying to be elegant and refined, just like my family's backyard. I went there looking for fun, but it felt like being at home, seeing the same scenery, sitting with the same people, it was so boring. If not for Wang Dahai's face, I definitely wouldn't have gone..."

  Kyoto's famous wind and moon places, wine houses and tea buildings, Gu Yu has almost all been there.

  Song Mo muttered quietly to himself, but his expression gradually became more serious and solemn.

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  At this moment, the silk bamboo in Qianfo Temple Hutong has stopped. Zhao Ziyu sat with him in the waterside pavilion.

  Wang Qinghuai looked at Ji Yong and Wei Tingyu, who were enthusiastically clinking cups and drinking, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head. He said to He Yu, sitting next to him: "I'm only five or six years older than you guys, yet I don't dare drink like this... it's clear that time is unforgiving!"

  He Yu drank very little, but he had a low tolerance for alcohol and was already tipsy, laughing "heh heh" as if he hadn't heard what Wang Qinghuai was saying.

  Zhao Zijun smiled and said, "Young Master, you have more important things on your mind than drinking. Your thoughts can't be fully focused on drinking." His hoarse voice sounded very warm, and he stood up to pour tea for Wang Qinghuai from a purple sand pot. "I heard that this year, not only did you take charge of the canal dredging, but also the renovation of the old course of the Yellow River? In the entire capital city, how many people can be as bold as you?! I'd like to congratulate you in advance!" He bowed his hands to Wang Qinghuai and said, "Lord Ji is a newly appointed Exploring Lang. The first release of elegant words and emotions is just at the time when the spring breeze is pleasant; Hou Junhou has just finished mourning and doesn't know the difficulties of farming. They are all carefree people, how can they compare to Young Master? The Yan'an Houfu relies on you for support. When the officials in the capital mention Young Master, who doesn't praise him?! Even that Gu Yu, known as the Little Overlord of the Capital, has to give face to Young Master! I think there's a missing word that fits the scene." He smiled and recited in a low voice, "A young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, loves to climb high buildings. Loves to climb high buildings, forcing himself to say new words about sorrow. Now that he knows all about the taste of sorrow, he wants to speak but hesitates. Wants to speak but hesitates, yet says 'the sky is cool and it's a good autumn'!" Then he pointed at Wang Qinghuai, then at Ji Yong and Wei Tingyu, "The ones being talked about are Young Master, Lord Ji, and Hou Junhou."

  Wang Qing Hua burst out laughing.

  The emotions in my heart are all smoothed out like they've been ironed.

  Zhao Zijun gave a meaningful glance to the maid who was serving Wang Qinghua.

  The maid understood, and with a sly smile, she whispered something in Wang Qinghuai's ear, causing him to burst into laughter again. With the maid's support, he left the waterside pavilion.

  Zhao Zijun let out a sigh of relief.

  Ji Yong had been here with He Yu once, but Wei Tingyu was seeing him for the first time. He Yu and Wang Qinghuai would come to his place from time to time, but they were different in some ways. He Yu usually gathered friends here, serving tea, wine, silk and bamboo, while others followed their own ideas; Wang Qinghuai, on the other hand, invited people to play every time, but he never participated himself, only paying for it. They weren't good masters to serve, but they were generous customers who spent money without blinking, which was what he liked most about them.

  Just as An Fu had comforted Wang Qinghuai, he was about to turn around and say a few words to He Yu, but when he turned his head, he saw Ji Yong's handsome face.

  Zhao Zijun was startled, quickly put on a fake smile and shouted "Lord Ji", but saw Ji Yong wink at him, pulling his sleeve to walk outside the waterside pavilion.

  Zhao Zimei's face changed greatly.

  Although he has a high profile, he is not someone who sleeps with anyone he meets, otherwise what's the difference between him and those private brothels? What makes those wealthy and noble families support him?

  Ji Yun whispered "hush" and stopped beside a Taihu stone outside the waterside pavilion.

  "If you can keep Jining Hou in your house for one night tonight," he said in a low voice, "I'll have someone deliver 3,000 taels of silver to you tomorrow."

  Zhao Zijun's heart suddenly thumped wildly.

  Don't even think about it!

  Wei Tingyu is a person brought by Gu Yu, and he's afraid that these three thousand taels of silver will be earned with his life but spent without his life!

  But if he doesn't agree, will this emperor let him off?

  For someone like him, some words are wrong even if heard.

  He stared at Ji Yong in shock, hesitating.

  The bright moonlight spilled onto the lake's surface, creating a soft silver glow that rippled and reflected in Ji Yong's clear eyes. His gaze was as bright and cold as the moonlight, without a hint of warmth.

  Zhao Zijun couldn't help but shiver.

  Is this kind of person just wanting him to sleep with the Marquis of Jin'ning?

  He couldn't help but push it away: "I'm afraid Marquis Jining won't like it..."

  "So it's worth three thousand taels of silver!"

  His teeth were snowy white in the moonlight, as if they could devour people.

  Zhao Zijun's scalp felt numb, and she couldn't help but look towards the morning pavilion.

  At some point, He Yu had fallen drunk beside the case. Only Wei Tingyu sat there with a dull gaze, chuckling to himself, clearly already drunk.

  In the quiet and silent night, you can hear the sound of the water flowing gently.

  What should he do?

  This is obviously a conspiracy against Wei Tingyu.

  If you agree with Ji Yong, you will offend Gu Yu.

  Will Ji Yong let him off after being rejected?

  Zhao Zijun hesitated and did not move forward. A cold laugh from Ji Yong echoed in her ear.

  Let's just get through the current situation first and talk about it later.

  Zhao Zijun took a deep breath and walked over to help up Wei Tingyu, who was dazed and confused.

  In the water pavilion, only Ji Yong and He Yu, who had fallen asleep, were left.

  Ji Yong fell onto the carpet with his four limbs splayed out.

  Deep blue sky, bright moon and sparse stars.

  Tomorrow should be good weather.

  When Kyoto heard rumors that Wei Tingyu had a fondness for dragon yang, Duan Zhao would definitely be very angry.

  At that time, Du Zhao would kick Wei Tingyu away with one foot!

  I see you Wei Tingyu still learning from others how to drink flower wine?

  Thinking of this, Ji Yong's mood became much better.

  A wave of fatigue swept over me.

  He had been busy for half the night, and although he had gotten Wei Tingyu drunk, he himself hadn't held back either. With his mind at ease, his whole body relaxed, and he couldn't help but let out a yawn before dozing off beside He Yu.

  Dazed and confused, Ji Yong was woken up by a loud noise.

  Or perhaps he was still thinking about Wei Tingyu's matter, and with a sudden movement, he sat up.

  The sky has turned pale, and through the half-hidden green trees, the shadow wall can be seen from the waterside pavilion.

  A group of neatly dressed guards in green uniforms surrounded two young men standing in front of a screen wall.

  They were too far away for Ji Yong to see their faces clearly, but he could sense that they didn't come with good intentions.

  Zhao Zijun's servant was roughly pushed to the front of two young men. Kneeling down and being pulled up again, he led the group of people in the direction of Zhao Zijun's residence with a fearful expression, apparently looking for trouble with Zhao Zijun.

  Yesterday's guests included Gu Yu and Wang Qinghuai, as well as myself and He Yu. Who has the nerve to come and ruin their fun?

  Ji Yong felt a sense of unease about the stock market.

  He patted He Yu's face: "Wake up quickly, something big has happened!"

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  Xia Lian pushed open the folding door of Zhao Ziyu's inner room with a "slam" before Song Mo could.

  The dimly lit room was filled with a thick dragon's saliva fragrance.

  Zhao Zijun sat up on her bed in a fright.

  "Who?" he growled in a low voice. Her slender figure was like a willow, pure white as jade, with a pitiful and weak appearance.

  Xia Lian hurriedly lowered his head.

  Song Mo immediately saw Wei Tingyu sleeping soundly beside Zhao Zijun.

  His face turned iron-green, and he ordered Xiaolong: "Go get a basin of cold water to wake up the Marquis of Jining."

  Xia Lian departed at the sound of his voice.

  After Song Mo's death, Gu Yu's clear and beautiful face flashed before his eyes.

  Zhao Zijun's face turned pale with fright.

  The person looking for Yu is here...

  He hastily put on his clothes.

  Fingers stiffened and trembled, refusing to obey.

  Xia Lian poured a basin of cold water on Wei Tingyu's head.

  Wei Tingyu turned over, licked his lips and continued sleeping.

  His hand was placed on Zhao Zijun's body.

  Zhao Zijun was so angry she wanted to die.

  Suddenly, there was a hint of anger between Song Mo's eyebrows and eyes.

  He shouted in a low voice to Xiaolong: "Go get a few more buckets of cold water."

  Xia Lian didn't dare hesitate and poured several buckets of water on Wei Tingyu's head.

  Wei Tingyu let out an "ah" and sat up, dazedly opening his eyes to see Song Mo.

  "Prince Song!" He blinked his eyes in confusion and said, "How did you end up here?"

  "How did I end up here?" Song Mo was furious and laughed, "I'd like to ask you too, how did you end up here?"

  Wei Tingyu subconsciously glanced around him.

  He and Zhao Ziyu, who was even more beautiful than a woman, shared the same quilt... with a crimson sweatband hanging from the head of the bed...

  He exclaimed and lifted up the quilt.

  Seeing oneself naked...

  "What, what...what's going on?" Wei Tingyu stared at Song Mo in a daze, his voice changed.

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  Book-reading sisters and brothers, I'm on holiday now. I'll write extra chapters tonight, but the time can't be determined. It's safer for everyone to check tomorrow morning!

  Hehe......

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