The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

Song Wei looked embarrassed, and shook his clothes: "I just came back from the eastern suburbs, I was covered in dust and sweat, and I was about to go home to take a shower and change clothes, it is really inconvenient... I wonder if your lord can meet another day?"

When he came back from the training ground, no matter how lazy he was, he was covered in sweat. The first thing he did was to go back to take a shower and change clothes. Even if the emperor came, he was not in the mood to see him, let alone Xue Sanlang who had never said hello.The two servants saw that what he said was true, and the smarter one immediately said: "My young master is waiting at the Persian restaurant. If Mr. Song is inconvenient, why not go back to the mansion first. It's nothing urgent, and it doesn't matter if it's later." He ordered another servant to report to the master, and followed Song Wei, waiting outside the gate of the Song family.

This posture is unavoidable.Song Wei took a slow shower, put on her pants, pulled a white gauze robe over her body, and came out with her hair loose.Back in Fanfang, the Hu clothes I naturally wear are all slim-fitting styles.The weather is hot this season, and Song Wei finds it bothersome, so he only stuffs his belongings into the hidden pockets of his trousers, and doesn't bother to tie the belt of his outer shirt. He unintentionally wears the effect of a straight trench coat with high slits in later generations. It is simple and slender, with a free and unrestrained charm .

He rode on a donkey and followed Xue's servants to meet Mr. Xue San.

Xue Xuan was sitting in the private room on the second floor of the Persian Restaurant facing the street, leaning on the window and looking out.At this time, the market has closed, and the streets are gradually deserted. You can see everyone tidying up, closing boards and locking doors.Restaurants, restaurants and small restaurants close late, and most of them are still open.But it won't last long, because there are less than two hours left before the curfew.Of course, Mr. Xue doesn't have to worry about this. He wears the badge of the government office, and the night watchman can only nod and bow when he sees it.

Xue Cong has visited the West Market more than once, but this is the first time he went to a restaurant to drink and wait for others.After all, downtown is only suitable for purchasing, not for public relations activities in the upper class.However, this time he wanted to poach Weng Huan's corner, he was afraid of being bumped into something bad by his acquaintances, so he didn't dare to make an appointment at those places that Changle Fang frequented, so he simply condescended and moved to the boundary of Fanfang to meet Song Miaozhi himself.

The servant came to report, Mr. Song had to go back to take a bath and change clothes.When Mr. Xue thought about it, it was a reasonable request, and it showed the other party's respect for him, so there was nothing wrong with waiting a moment longer.Unexpectedly, after waiting for half an hour, there was no sign of anyone. If the wine in this restaurant was not enough, they would have flung their sleeves and left.

Just when I was bored, I suddenly saw a man riding a donkey leisurely coming from the intersection.Black long hair, white clothes.When the wind blows, the hair and the hem of the clothes fly at the same time, flowing like a wisp of cloud in the twilight or a falling flower in the evening wind.As you get closer, you can gradually see the appearance clearly. The facial features are exquisite and bright, which is inversely proportional to the simple black and white, which can be directly engraved in people's hearts at a glance.

Xue Xuan recognized that this person was Song Miaozhi who intercepted the decisive goal in the game the day before yesterday.

The one surnamed Song was riding on the back of a donkey, with a relaxed expression, and followed his servants to the restaurant without any haste.It was the first time that Xue Xuan saw someone riding a donkey with the aura of a loose fairy, which was quite different from the fierce fighting and sharp-edged appearance on the kowtowing field.Suddenly there was an inexplicable eagerness in my heart.He put down his wine glass, stared at the person coming, and thought for a while, thinking that there was no need to rush to poach the wall.

The people under Weng Huan are not easy to talk, they are too direct, once they are rejected, there is no room for turning around.It's better to get to know each other first, as long as you persuade him to agree to make friends, it will be worth it.Xue Xuan made up his mind and waited full of anticipation for someone to come up to meet him.

When Song Wei arrived at the place, she first turned into the restaurant to say hello to her mother, and then bought a small cup of top-grade red wine from Mai Asa at an internal price, then Shi Shiran stepped up to the second floor of the restaurant, knocked on Xue The elegant room where Jing lives.

Seeing the noble young man standing by the window inside, Song Wei showed a smile: "Young Master Lao Xue has been waiting for a long time, Song Wei is frightened. I specially prepared a new wine 'Beauty's Tears' from the Western Regions, and apologized to you." Saying this, he bowed his body and went. a gift.

Xue Xuan was impatient to wait, and was about to send his servant to urge him, when there was a knock on the door, and the servant answered the door, he was defenseless, and fell headfirst into that smile.Strong impulses and desires gushed out, as if the moment of excitement and calm on the eve of victory on the field.Xue Xuan knew clearly that he fell in love with this man and wanted him very much.

After Song Wei finished her salute, she raised her head with a smile on her face, as if she didn't notice the aggressive eyes of the other party at all, she called the staff to bring two colored glass cups.While lowering his head to pour the wine, he secretly looked at him from the corner of his eye.The last time we met on the field, because I was busy winning, I didn't pay attention to the appearance of the opponent at all.Now I can see clearly that Mr. Xue San should be slightly older than himself, very handsome, and his temperament is much more elegant and rich than Weng Huan's chubby.If it weren't for the sharp eyebrows and eyes, it would be really good-looking.In fact, the Weng Mansion is the real scholarly family, and the master of the Xue Mansion serves as the chief historian, assisting the governor to control the local soldiers and horses, and is an out-and-out military officer.Based on his father's shade, Xue Sanlang found a position in the government office to join the army, which was purely a military job.In terms of political background, the Xue family is far inferior to the Weng family, but the hostess of the Xue family is the only daughter of a wealthy businessman in Dongshi, and she is more than one step ahead in terms of economic strength.

Song Wei has followed Weng Huan for more than a month, and he is familiar with these gossips.Although there are many big families living in the Western Capital, few of the younger generation stay in the old houses, and those who are strict and motivated will not waste their time outside.So a Weng Huan Weng Nineteen and Xue Jing Xue Sanlang became the leaders of the idle sons and young masters, and they had nothing to do to sing against each other to pass the boring life.

The blood-red wine stands against the transparent glass cup, showing its rich beauty.

Song Wei took a cup and brought it to Xue Xuan: "This wine is called 'Beauty's Tears', and it was shipped from the Western Regions the day before yesterday, and it has not been sold anywhere else except this place. My mother works in a wine shop and asked for favors from the shopkeeper. How about this little Ou. Mr. Xue San has a taste, and Song Wei is forgiven for being late?"

At this time, Xue Xuan had returned to normal, and was a little happy to see him so upbeat.Putting on the usual romantic style, he gracefully picked up the wine glass, but did not rush to drink: "This is obviously the blood of a beauty, but why is it called the tears of a beauty? You might as well explain it to me. If you explain it, I will forgive it." Your sin. If you don’t explain it well, you have to be punished.”

Song Wei was very surprised when he heard the words, and was a little embarrassed: "The third son has stumped me. I'm just a rough man. You can drink wine whether it's good or bad, and it's limited to know the origin of the name." After a pause, he tried to say, "However, I often hear people say 'lovesickness, blood and tears'. Don't they all say that lovesickness is the most bitter? If this beauty's tears coincided with lovesickness, it would probably be similar to bleeding? I think the meaning of the person who named it is to take This wine can be used as a metaphor for a beautiful woman’s lovesickness and tears…”

"Papa papa..." Xue Yan clapped his hands, "Well said! Miao Zhi is too self-effacing, such a beautiful melody, even a top scholar may not be able to explain it as well as you."

Song Wei's embarrassment turned into embarrassment after being praised by him: "So, the third young master forgives my sin?"

Xue Yan smiled ambiguously: "Miaozhi's crime is too serious. You can redeem three points for good wine, five points for clever words, and two points..."

Song Wei said nervously: "Does the third son still want to punish me?"

Xue Xuan laughed: "Of course I will punish you—you will be punished for making friends with me!" After finishing speaking, he stared at him earnestly.

Song Wei was stunned, and slowly softened his expression and began to smile, the more he smiled, the happier he was, sincere and brilliant: "The third son thinks highly of me. To be friends with someone like the third son is really unthinkable..." Suddenly He paused, "Could the third son be making fun of me? How can Song Wei be worthy of the son's friendship?"

Naturally, Xue Xuan immediately denied it and talked sweetly.You come and I have a few rounds, one is real, the other pretends to be innocent, a few dishes are served, and a cup of "beauty's tears" is drunk, the two of them already seem to be friends, talk and talk, and agree with each other.

Seeing that the atmosphere was hot enough, Xue Xuan turned his face and lifted his chin. A servant came over with a long and narrow brocade box and put it on the table.He opened it with his own hands, and said: "Miaozhi, it's rare that you and I agree so well. This is a gift from my brother to meet you. Don't refuse."

In the box are a ball and a stick.Although Song Wei's time in contact with Juju was short, he immersed himself in it every day, and gained a lot of knowledge in this area.I saw that the carving and coloring of the two things were extremely exquisite, and when I took them out and weighed them, they felt light and tough to the touch, as if they were made of the finest cedar wood.The handle of the club is wrapped with the first layer of cowhide, and the seams are wrapped with finely carved gold leaf, and a circle of patterns is inlaid with five-color broken gemstones.

Song Wei thought to herself: It's really a good thing that combines practicality and beauty, and it fully matches what it likes.This Mr. Xue San is very good at giving gifts.

Carefully holding the thing in his hands, he admired it while looking at it, and finally put it back reluctantly: "It's too precious. Third Young Master, thank you for your kindness, I'm sorry I can't accept this."

Xue Jian patted the table: "The sword is given to the knight, and the wine is given to the hero. I think you are the only one who is worthy of it, so I bring it to you. If you give it to someone else, isn't it a waste of things?"

Song Wei shook his head: "Song Wei is ashamed not to be rewarded for not being rewarded for his merits."

Xue Xuan changed his rhetoric: "You and I are friends, and friends have the meaning of making money. I know you need it, and you will accept it if I give it to you."

Song Wei continued to shake her head: "Because I regard the third son as a friend, I can't accept such an expensive gift. The third son is sincere, I don't understand. I am worried that I will be short-spirited after accepting it, and I will lose my usual Heart, I am afraid that I will lose the friend of the third son by then. Losing friendship for things outside the body is not worth the loss. I hope the third son will understand my little selfishness."

Xue Xuan didn't expect him to say such a thing.Looking into those clear and frank eyes, he lowered his head and thought for a while, then smiled: "If that's the case, then you come to my house, and we will perform the execution together, then there will be no such thing as receiving rewards for nothing."

Song Wei thought about it for a while, then looked at him and said: "Third Young Master must also know that I'm currently employed by Young Master Weng Huan. I'm not a curator raised by Weng's family, so I can make my own decisions. Third Young Master sincerely invites you, It is Song Wei's honor. However, to the third son, the matter of killing is just for fun, but to me, it is a job to support the family. If I go to your mansion, I will definitely be employed by the third son. So," Song Wei paused, revealing a vaguely sad expression, "I'm afraid Song Wei only dares to treat the young master as an employer, not as a friend."

Xue Xuan never expected him to say this again.There was a sudden sourness in my heart, and I didn't know how to answer the words.At first I only felt that he was knowledgeable and interesting, but only now did I realize that he was affectionate and righteous.Thinking of the flying figure on the shooting field, the unrestrained figure on the donkey's back, and the earnest and earnest appearance in front of him, he immediately decided that this was a rare and sincere person.Originally, there were some tough plans, but they were all forgotten for a while.Reminiscent of what he meant, Weng Huan was just an employer, but he was a friend, so he couldn't help feeling complacent.

Seeing that he was moved, Song Wei made persistent efforts: "If the third son doesn't want to be my friend, but just wants someone who is good at killing, then I will go and talk to Mr. Weng tomorrow. It is not difficult for Mr. Weng to come, as long as After negotiating the conditions, I will go to the house to visit."

Xue Xuan waved his hand: "You don't need to talk about the wonderful thing. A good general is easy to find, but a bosom friend is hard to find. I must make you my friend!"

Song Wei smiled brightly: "Thank you, Third Young Master. Wouldn't it be a beautiful thing to be an opponent on the court and friends off the court?"

Xue Xuan's heart was burning hot from his laughter: "It's the first time in my life, Xue Sanping, that I treat my opponent as a friend. It's really a beautiful thing!"

At the time of parting, Xue Yan looked at the gift in the servant's hand, and said to Song Wei in a somewhat dejected way: "Speaking of which, today is really unsatisfactory. The gift was not sent out, and no one was invited..."

Song Wei laughed loudly when he heard the words: "Master Xue, when you beat me, I will accept this gift from you!"

Xue Xuan looked into his shining eyes, and his blood rushed up immediately: "Song Miaozhi, just wait for me!"

It wasn't until he walked out of the West Market that the boiling emotion slowly cooled down, but he didn't guard against it turning into another kind of desire to swell in his body.The smiling face that caused all of this seems to be still in front of my eyes, but... Xue Yan estimated that it will take at least a few months to wait for relief.Where to indulge yourself tonight?Thinking of Yaoniang who had made an appointment with Liqinglou the day before yesterday, but she failed to go because she lost the bow, and that woman was quite tasteful, so why not make it up now.

Thinking of this, he rode his horse to Sajin Street.

Song Wei went downstairs, the restaurant was already closed.I think today's "Beauty's Tears" is not bad, so I ran into the back hall and pestered Mai Asa to ask for another cup, and I will drink it tomorrow when I see Lord Dugu off.Then I rode um ang, hummed a little song, and went home to rest.

This room Xue Xuan took his servants to the Liqing Building, and went straight to the room of my mother in the backyard.The old bustard hurriedly stopped her, and discussed softly: "Unfortunately, the third son came late, and my mother already has guests. Qiuniang is free, why don't you come and sit in Qiuniang's room?"

"That fellow Weng Huan again?"

"It's not Young Master Weng, it's another guest."

Looking at the western capital, apart from Weng Huan, there is no one else who makes Third Young Master Xue jealous.Xue Xuan pushed aside the bustard, rushed to My Lady's door, and kicked her.Before he had a clear view of the situation in the room, he felt a strong attack, and his whole body bounced backwards, his butt fell to the ground hard.

Qin Xian who came out first, the bustard rushed up to explain.Without saying a word, Dugu came out to look at the situation, understood the meaning, and frowned at Qin Xian: "Clean up the disturbing mess quickly."

He re-entered the room, closed the door, and sat down opposite my mother: "That part just now was good, continue." He stretched out his hand and pushed a colorful halo Shu brocade worth tens of thousands in front of her, "To be honest, I Listen, this one is yours too."