The busiest period of Huayuan Commercial Bank is near the end of the year, and since he began to make accounts according to the bookkeeping model provided by Han Ziyue, Wei Yan is much more leisurely than before. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Tonight is the day when the flowers are full of buildings to compete for the new year's oiran, not to mention the half-price drinks, you can also take pictures of the first night of the next year's oiran. Han Yue received Wei Yan's invitation, and the two met again in Huamanlou.

Han Yue and Wei Yan stood on the railing on the second floor and looked down at the black heads of the hall on the first floor, a square stage was shrouded in red veil, and several tables and chairs were placed in front of the stage, which were also filled by people with slight identities at this time.

"Brother Wei is very good at picking the right time!"

"Brother Ziyue made fun of it, and he just wants to know himself and his opponent as a brother. Sooner or later, the full moon will have to confront Hua Manlou, why don't you and I prepare earlier, so as to catch her off guard. ”

Wei Yan raised his wine glass to greet the son on the third floor opposite as he spoke, and Han Yue looked over to see a man wearing a mask looking at this side.

"Who is he?" Han Yue looked at the exquisite white mask, a pair of indifferent eyes seemed to despise everyone present, and a well-fitting black robe matched his cold temperament.

"The seventh son of Yan, the first of the four beautiful men in the capital."

Wei Yan raised his head and took a sip of wine, and there was a hint of awe in his eyes.

"Have you seen his face?" Han Yue was puzzled, how did she pageant with a mask?

"I haven't seen it, just because he is the pavilion master of the Immortal Descending Pavilion, no one dares to question this, and no one will question it."

Han Yue was shocked, what kind of murderous organization would make people so frightened?

"Yan Qigongzi was the savior of the Southern Wei Kingdom, if it weren't for his appearance, the Southern Wei Kingdom would have fallen under the iron cavalry of the Xilong Kingdom."

"According to the younger brother's opinion, he is still young, how can he be a hero of the Southern Wei Kingdom?"

"On the same day of the battle of Huaiyuan, General Xiang died on the battlefield, the Southern Wei Kingdom lost tens of thousands of soldiers for a while, the army led by the Prince of Long was pinned down by the Eastern Shu State, and the iron cavalry of the Western Long Kingdom was like a broken bamboo, attacking several cities in the Southern Wei Kingdom, and there was no one to control the enemy for a while."

Wei Yan looked up at Yan Qigongzi, lowered his voice, and continued:

"The Seventh Prince of Yan submitted a letter to His Majesty, dedicating the strategy of governing the country to the time when the Southern Wei Kingdom needed it most. His Majesty acted according to the plan, broke the deadlock, turned the tide, and saved the people of Nanwei from fire and water. ”

"So what is the Immortal Descent Pavilion?"

"Immortal Pavilion is an organization founded by Yan Qigongzi, no one knows how many people there are in the organization, and they don't know where the headquarters of the organization is, so they only rely on a jade plate to obey orders. It is rumored that the Immortal Pavilion can destroy a country and save its subjects. ”

"Could it be that the Immortal Descending Pavilion can't raise an army privately?"

"No, it's just that who can guarantee that there are no immortals in the army?"

Han Yue was silent, a man who can control the lifeblood of the world with his own strength is indeed not to be underestimated. When she wanted to give her reverent look, there was still that person on the third floor.

At this time, the music in the hall sounded, the melodious drum beat people's hearts, accompanied by the ethereal flute sound, a woman in a red shirt appeared on the stage, graceful posture, alluring appearance, who else could Hu Liuer be?

"After coming to power like this, I'm afraid that there will be no more Oiran because of the flowers."

Han Yue joked with a smile. The so-called throwing bricks to attract jade, which directly throws jade out, is rare.

"What Brother Ziyue said is that there is really no more beautiful woman than Hu Liu'er in this Huamanlou. However, the peony girl's piano skills can be described as the best in the world, and there are not a few sons who come to her. ”

The noisy scene in the audience came to an abrupt end with Hu Liuer's voice.

"Today is the day of the election of the girl in Liu'er Building, and it is a great honor for you to come and witness it. There are three girls in this election, and everyone is familiar with them, Peony Girl, Xueqing Girl and Wanhong Girl. Last year's Oiran was won by the peony girl, and in order to thank everyone for their support, she is now sending a song. ”

Han Yue's gaze was tightly locked on Hu Liu'er's figure, and the corners of her mouth were raised, with a bit of banter.

After Hu Liu'er finished saying that, she looked in the direction of Han Yue. Immediately, Han Yue shook her fan handsomely, and bowed to Hu Liu'er very gentlemanly, the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, and her eyes were burning.

Hu Liu'er smiled and blinked, and her shy and timid appearance amazed the four seats.

Wei Yan looked dumbfounded from the sidelines.

Hu Liuer seems to be exquisite, but in fact she is never close to people, let alone interacting with you in front of everyone, even if she sees you in person, if she doesn't like it, she can also look elsewhere through you, and it is light to ignore it directly.

"Brother Ziyue is a good means! can make Hu Liuer fall in love with you. ”

"Brother Wei likes Hu Liu'er?" Han Yue saw Hu Liu'er leave the stage, and a woman in a white shirt went to the stage with a piano in her arms.

"I like it, I can't talk about it, a woman like her is worthy of respect."

Wei Yan held a golden wine jug in his left hand and a green jade wine glass in his right hand, drinking by himself, with a bit of freedom from outside the world.

At this moment, the hall resounded with the sound of tinkling.

After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune. The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition. The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart. Gently twisting and slowly wiping and picking, at first for "Ni Dress" and then "Six". The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. ’

At this time, Han Yuefang understood Bai Juyi's poem and responded to the situation.

"The peony girl's piano skills are indeed exquisite."

Someone once asked her to go to the house to play the qin, but she refused on the spot. She said: 'People are ruthless, the piano is silent, since there is a sound, there must be love, the place of love, the source of sound. If you are ruthless, this piano is silent. Don't force it, it's hard to settle down. ’”

"This flower is full of strange women!"

Han Yue saw Peony get up and walked off the field with light steps.

"Although it is a land of fireworks, it can keep a heart. Only Hu Liuer can do it, and he will protect himself. The peony girl has already given her mind and body to others, and she is also a pitiful person. ”

Wei Yan's cheeks began to flush slightly, his eyes were misty, his smile was like a flower, and the fragrance of bamboo and wine on his body was mixed, and he had a slight downfall.

"Brother Wei has drunk a little too much, don't drink too much. Lest it be very troublesome to wait for the younger brother to send you home. ”

Han Yue knocked Wei Yan's shoulder with the handle of her fan, with a smile in her eyes.

"Brother Ziyue can't be annoyed, all year round, it's rare to get drunk, and I asked Brother Ziyue to send me home." Wei Yan poured another glass as he spoke, he was a little more childish when he was drunk, and he still had the capable appearance on weekdays.

Han Yue shook her head helplessly, and her eyes returned to the stage, where a woman in pink was dancing.

'Dance turns back to the red sleeves, and the song is sorrowful. The hall is full of lights, and the seats are beautiful. ’