The boat leaned on the big ship, and when it got on the deck, someone immediately came to entertain him, "Two young men..."

"Let me talk to a few girls."

Xiao Zhan generously threw a silver and passed by. Seeing this, the receptionist immediately laughed into a flower. He hurriedly asked someone to arrange it. He went to the second floor boat shop and saw the scenery of the lake. He arranged a table of good wine and dishes. Xiao Zhan poured a glass on his own, handed it to his thin lips and tasted it with a smile on his eyebrows.

"I wonder how Brother Wei intends to lead this fish to the bait?"

Wei Jing glanced at a screen not far away, and several beaks were talking about music, all of which were unbearable to hear. Wei Jing frowned, but soon became concerned.

"I recently got a kind of incense called Siqing. After smelling it three or five times, it will make people miss it. The prince of Zheng State is greedy for women and will definitely be caught."

Xiao Zhan smiled and looked at Wei Jin with admiration. The girl in front of him always had some strange ways, which surprised her.

After waiting for almost half an hour, Wei Shi finally found an opportunity to ask. Prince Zheng recently became a girl named Furong and came to Chuanfang to listen to music for half a month. Furong was beautiful and talented. She was originally an official lady from a down-and-out family. She was forced to sell herself to Nihongfang if she made a mistake at home.

Duke Zheng was notoriously strict and was not allowed to go to the Zheng family with a low status. The prince of Zheng did not dare to disobey his father, so he could only try it in private.

Miss Furong is not a person, and she is very talented and has a sense of arrogance in her bones. She cannot be seen by anyone casually. She is also the signboard of Neon Square. If you want to see Miss Furong, you either spend a lot of money or impress Miss Furong with your talent.

I made an appointment with the manager of the boat shop and asked to see Miss Furong. After a while, a problem arose there, and I had to copy a picture of the cold night of the country within an hour.

Jiangshan Han Ye Picture is a masterpiece of a generation of painting saints. It has a delicate style and is not without magnificence. Many people can only draw the surface, but the connotation is less than one or two points. The original work has long disappeared.

Wei Gui's brows were frowned and knotted. She had never seen any pictures of the cold night in the country, let alone copying them.

"I have seen the original work once, and I have a little impression of it." Xiao Zhan spoke slowly.

Wei Jin's eyes lit up and he looked at Xiao Zhan, "Can Brother Zhan give me some advice?"

"You want to meet people, I'm just here to join in the fun. If I fail, I will be sorry for you."

After hearing what Xiao Zhan said, Wei Zhi knew that the play was good. He immediately changed his face and personally served tea and poured water. "What's the matter? Even if you can't see Miss Furong, at worst, you can think of other ways. How could I blame Brother Zhan?"

Seeing her put away her thorns, she was soft and charming, and she looked a little girlish, Xiao Zhan felt very helpful and did not continue to hang her.

"Serve the pen and ink!"

Wei Jin stepped forward and grinded it, and gave Xiao Zhan the start. Xiao Zhan picked up a pen, grabbed Wei Jin's hand, and brought the person into his arms.

"Brother Zhan?" Wei Jing exclaimed.

"Do you want to meet people?"

A sentence made Wei Yin quiet. The two of them got very close together. Xiao Zhan wrapped Wei Yin's small hand with his big hand, and the pen and ink were wandering on the white rice paper. Wei Yin was concentrating, but the breathing sprinkled from time to time came from above his head, which was numb and a little itchy. Wei Yin was a little uneasy.

Wei Shi was petite and delicate, surrounded by Xiao Zhan's arms. There were still some gaps between the two people and their postures were a bit ambiguous.

In less than half an hour, Wei Yan looked and saw a grand picture of the cold night of the country appearing on the rice paper under his lower body.

"This is when the emperor of the previous dynasty was distracted from the enemy's attention during the war and ordered people to escort his beloved concubine away from the palace. That night, it suddenly snowed heavily. The concubine was shot to death by the enemy's arrows as soon as she left the palace gate. The emperor of the previous dynasty was deeply stimulated and went crazy, but he claimed to be defeated and changed his ownership overnight."

Under the pen and ink, a figure stood on a city, staring straight at the beautiful figure under the city, with enemy troops outside and uneasy inside. The whole painting looked a bit solemn and lonely.

Wei Jing sighed, "I was angry for the beauty, but an emperor was just for a woman. I guess that woman must be very beautiful."

"The six palaces have no color, and it is not an exaggeration to be beautiful."

After putting aside the last stroke, Wei Zhi seemed to be able to feel the sorrow of the characters in the painting, and to be helpless, the country was destroyed and the people were killed.

After blowing dry the ink marks, rolling up the scroll and handing it to the manager. After waiting for about half an hour, footsteps came from his ears. Wei Gui held the wine glass in his hand and was about to drink it all, but Xiao Zhan took it away and replaced it with a cup of hot tea.

Wei Jing was slightly stunned. Before he could speak, a beautiful woman came in and looked at Xiao Zhan straight, "Is the picture of the cold night of the country just now painted by the young master?"

Xiao Zhan shook his head, raised his jaw and looked at Wei Jing, "It was her drawing it."

Wei Jing touched the tip of her nose and nodded without blushing her face. She thought she looked good, but standing with Xiao Zhan, she looked too delicate and her masculinity was still lacking, far less eye-catching than Xiao Zhan.

Furong turned her eyes and fell on Wei Jing, looking surprised, "Young Master..."

"I have heard of Miss Furong's name for a long time. When I saw it today, I was indeed as good as my name. Furong's pink noodles are a beautiful woman." Wei Jing cleared his throat and pretended to be a deep voice.

Furong smiled slightly and leaned over to Wei Jing, "Thank you for your raising, can this painting be given to Furong?"

"It's easy to take away the painting, but there are conditions."

Furong was happy at first, then frowned slightly, and hesitated for a moment. She was beautiful and pursued by a constant stream of suitors. There were many people who wanted to redeem her, but Furong looked down on her and would rather fall in the land of fireworks in the world.

But that picture of the cold night in the country is comparable to the original work. It is the most realistic one that Furong has ever seen in these years, and Furong can't bear to give up.

"Please say it, little boy."

Wei Ji stood up, "Don't worry, Miss Furong, this small thing is not difficult at all. I, a spice seller, have just arrived in Kyoto City recently and want to take root in Kyoto City. Neon Square is famous. If Miss Furong can help you, you will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort."

He took out his prepared thoughts and handed them to Furong, "I want you to dye your clothes with this incense within three days. After three days, this painting will naturally belong to Miss Furong."

"Just that's it?" Furong was stunned. She was even ready to lose her virginity.

"But I've said in advance that this fragrance should not be smelled by too many people. Within three days, I'll ask Miss Furong to accept less distinguished guests. One or two are enough."

Furong stayed in the fireworks place for a while. The clever ones didn't ask much, took over the mystery and leaned over slightly, "Don't worry, Furong understands."

After leaving a word, Furong got up and left. The matter was settled. The Prince of Zheng spent a considerable sum of money to buy Furong for a whole month. Furong would never have another person except to talk to Prince of Zheng about the music.

Seeing the sky getting brighter and delayed for a night, Wei Jin's eyes relaxed. He blinked at Xiao Zhan and rewarded some money to the girls who were talking about Qu'er tonight. After listening to it all night, his ears became soft.

"It's getting late. If Brother Zhan wants to stay, I will take a step first." Wei Jing spoke.

Look, I broke the bridge again after crossing the river and was talking about Wei Jing!

Xiao Zhan stood up, cleared his throat and explained, "I never like to come to such a fireworks place on weekdays. It's messy. Since the matter is done, let's go."

Now Wei Shi felt a little embarrassed and took someone to do his job with him. Before he knew it, he owed another favor.

It was just before dawn and the mansion was still open, so Wei Zhi was worried about where to go.

"There is still a boat shop over there, rest for an hour or two, and go back until dawn." Xiao Zhan said, but Wei Shi was afraid that it would be another place for the bells and swallows, so he waved his hand, "It's better to be good."

"That's my boat, and there are no outsiders."

Without waiting for Wei Jin to refuse, Xiao Zhan had already gotten up and went downstairs. Seeing this, Wei Jin had to follow him. When he arrived at the first floor, a pungent smell of wine came to his face. Wei Jin immediately covered his nose and watched a strong man pounce on her.

At the narrow staircase, Wei Jing turned around and was about to run up, but suddenly he was pulled by a big hand, "Where are you going? I have never seen such a beautiful little man from Neon Square. Come here and accompany you."

As soon as the strong man spoke, he immediately attracted a lot of attention, and Wei Yan had a dark face.

Xiao Zhan stopped.

"Isn't this the Second Prince Xiao? Why are you here to join in the fun?" Zheng Zisheng, the Prince of Zheng Guo, was full of interest, his clothes were hanging loosely around his neck, and his body was full of powdery smell. Zheng Zisheng sneered, "Everyone outside said that the Second Prince Xiao was handsome and elegant, but he was a person without desires. But now, the monk has come to have fun, isn't this pretending to behave, haha!"

Zheng Zisheng and Xiao Zhan still had some old hatred, and the enemies were particularly jealous when they met. Zheng Zisheng was still drunk and was in high spirits again. He was sarcastic at Xiao Zhan, which attracted many people's jokes.

The strong man laughed and touched Wei Jin's shoulder with the other hand. Wei Jin's face changed slightly. Before he could take action, Xiao Zhan pinched the strong man's hand with one hand. In a blink of an eye, the strong man's hand was creaking, his eyes showed pain, and he let go.

Wei Jiang was about to look up, but Xiao Zhan pulled into his arms, blocking his face, making people unable to see clearly.

"Criminal!" The strong man covered his wrist and turned his head to look at Zheng Zisheng. Zheng Zisheng laughed instead of anger and waved his hand, "I really don't have the eyesight at all. He dares to compete with Prince Xiao, get out!"

"Yes!" The strong man sobered up three points and did not dare to get angry.

Zheng Zisheng stepped forward with a smile and looked straight at Wei Jin. Wei Jin was so angry that he was not angry. If it weren't for his inconvenient status, he would have wanted to slap Zheng Zisheng in the face, which would be annoying.

Xiao Zhan held Wei Jing's waist with his big hand and pulled her into his arms, blocking her tightly without showing any trace. Zheng Zisheng didn't see it, but just smiled, "Prince Xiao has unique eyes and must be good at seeing it. He looks like a tender skin and flesh, not inferior to the girls here, so I won't disturb Prince Xiao's elegant pleasure."

As he said that, he picked up another pot of wine, turned around and continued to be happy. Xiao Zhan protected Wei Jin and boarded the boat before letting go.

Wei Jing tightened his face, "Brother Zhan shouldn't have followed tonight. He was recognized by the Prince of Zheng. Maybe he will have a bad reputation tomorrow."

Xiao Zhan disagreed, "The mouth grows on others and can't control that much."

"But..." Wei Jing looked up and down at Xiao Zhan, and wanted to say something, "Brother Zhan has not married yet. If others misunderstand that Brother Zhan has a habit of breaking sleeves, it will cause Brother Zhan to be unable to find his wife."

Wei Jing has to bear half of the responsibility for this matter.

"You forgot that this is Nanliang. I am from Beijin. The reputation of Nanliang is nothing. On the contrary, a good reputation may not be a good thing for me."

Wei Jing was shocked. She owed Xiao Zhan and couldn't count them. She helped her again and again. Wei Jing was really worried that she would not be able to pay it back in the future.

"A Yuan Duke has already died, and you can't drown another Zheng Duke. Zheng Duke is not a fool. There is also a concubine of Zheng Shu in the palace. The emperor's nose may not be able to hide it."

Xiao Zhan seemed to see Wei Zi's thoughts and analyzed it carefully. Wei Zi then gave up the idea of ​​shutting up Zheng Zisheng.

The boat leaned on the big ship, Xiao Zhan first stepped onto the deck of the big ship, reached out to grab Wei Jing, easily took her into the big ship, and then ordered the maid to set up a wash for Wei Jing.

Wei Jing took a few steps and looked back at Xiao Zhan, "Brother Zhan, thank you for the past few days."

"I have thanked many times along the way. One day, maybe you can save my life."

Xiao Zhan's tone was gentle, without the solemnity in the daytime, his ink-green aura was cold, his face was stunning, noble and elegant, and he was definitely the best in Kyoto City. Wei Jing nodded, "As long as Brother Zhan speaks, Wei Jing will definitely live up to expectations."

"One word is certain!"

After entering the cabin, Wei Jin snarled for about two hours, had breakfast, and took advantage of the dawn to change into clothes and get on the carriage. Before leaving, he did not see Xiao Zhan. Instead, several guards escorted her to the city.

When he returned to Yingxueyuan, everything was fine. Wei Ji fell back and slept again. It was already noon when he woke up.

Princess Yongyang came over and said, "What did you do yesterday? Why didn't you come back all night?"

"Xiao Qi dressed up as a man and went to Neon Square and did some things. Don't worry, Xiao Qi was absolutely not doing anything." Wei Jing raised two fingers to assure him. Princess Yongyang shook her head, "Mother is not suspicious of you, but just worried that you will be injured."

"Don't worry, Xiaoqi is smart and will never be hurt."

Seeing that Wei Jing was fine, Princess Yongyang felt relieved and asked someone to stew some supplements for Wei Jing. She watched Wei Jing eat half a bowl before leaving with confidence.

When I opened the window, the pavilion had been built. I had been well decorated in the past two days and could be moved in in a few days. There were a lot of gauze curtains around me, which fluttered in the wind and looked cool. Wei Ji wanted to move over immediately.
To be continued...