Chapter 134zhuo mei

The day after the Dragon Boat Festival, the door of the square opened. Du Liu, who had celebrated for a day and a night in the Guanlan Building, did not hesitate to work. Even Jiang Duuniang, who had loved him like a pearl in the past few months, only ordered the driver to send him back to the courtyard, which made Jiang Duuniang gritt her teeth and scolded in the carriage, but she happily followed Du Fu all the way. When he arrived at Jing'an Square, as soon as he entered the Duke's Mansion, Xi Yan ordered a few words to the male servant at the door, and the man quickly ran to the inner house.

When the two arrived at the Lujian Garden where Du Furi lived, the two maids in the garden had prepared sobering soup and waited, with a jade snow pattern porcelain bowl and silver spoons. The close maids of the heads of the Wang clan are often not as good as the girls from ordinary rich families. These two women are flat, but their skin is fair, their posture is soft, and their behavior is pleasing to the eyes.

Du Liu was romantic. When he took it, he pinched his white wrist. The latter was caught off guard and couldn't help shouting. Seeing Du Liu looking at him with a smile, his face suddenly turned red and said slightly angrily, "Qilang really drank too much!"

"I don't drink as much as Twelve Lang." Du Liu deliberately said, "I haven't seen you for many days, and my skin is getting more and more crystal and cute..."

"Qilang!" Zhuo was ashamed, put down the sobering soup, and quickly retreated three feet before standing. On the other side, the soup was presented to Du Furi's Zhuoqi snorted coldly and stared at him fiercely, but it was quite spicy.

Du Liu was about to continue to laugh a few words with Zhuo's skirt. Seeing Du Furi look at himself, he sat down as if nothing had happened. After drinking the sobering soup, he said with a smile, "The so-called three years of silence is amazing. Twelve Lang has always not been famous among the young people in Chang'an, but you didn't expect that you have been in the heart of the empress-- - Why don't you come from the truth? How on earth did the beauty make Wei Bo's son take the initiative to find you at first sight? Do you know that if this matter spreads, He Yi will not call Xiahou Fubai and tear down half of his uncle's government!"

Du Furi was still wearing the later changed lilac robe and socialized at night. Especially after being noticed that he talked with the female crown, many people came to toast and test with all kinds of thoughts. At this moment, although he drank and understood the wine, his face was calm, but his eyes were still faintly drunk. After listening to Du Liu's words, After closing his eyes and waking up, he said, "Your master seems to think that his uncle will also be there. He went for his uncle. In addition, your master is quite interested in riding and shooting."

"Uncle?" Du Liu was romantic and always liked to take care of others when things happened. When he heard the words, he suddenly showed an ambiguity, "Is it...what did she bring to his uncle for Xuanhong Yuanjun?"

"The relationship between Yuanjun and his uncle is a confidant, not what you think." Du Furi glanced at him and said, "Don't you feel tired of entertaining guests overnight, seventh brother?"

Du Liu closed his sleeves and said with a smile, "This nobleman has been raised in the deep palace. Since my uncle resigned, I have no opportunity to enter the palace to pay homage and have never seen her. At the beginning, when I heard that He Yijian fell in love with her at first sight, I speculated that her appearance was good. Unexpectedly, Princess Changyang, the title of the first beauty of the royal family, was made. In a few years, it will be replaced again. Twelve Lang is really happy!"

Du Furi said slightly: "If the seventh brother doesn't want to stay here, can I have someone take you back to Jiang Cuuniang?"

"If you don't plan on your master, why would you agree to show your archery skills in front of her and listen to Pei 24 Niang coaxed to write a poem to give her?" Hearing this, Du Liu still raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. He said lightly, "Twelve Lang, you should know that although the saints are choosing a son-in-law for your lords now, none of my Du has been reported. Princess Yuanxiu is beautiful, but she should not do such an unrealistic thing."

"The matter of Princess He Yi and Xinmu Yuanxiu is well known." Du Furi looked motionless and ordered Zhuo to go down to get some snacks to satisfy his hunger. He turned to Du Liu calmly and said, "Some time ago, Wei Xiang asked the saint to divorce the three towns in Hebei with your lord as He's wish. As a result, he was dragged out of Zichen Hall by Jin Wuwei. After that, Wei Xiang came here and complained about his uncle. Can the seventh brother know these things?"

Du Liu frowned and listened to Du Furi continue: "Although the saint doesn't like his uncle, it doesn't mean that he must not need his uncle."

"Do you mean that your lord returned to Guanlan Tower and deliberately approached you as a saint?" Du Liu was stunned, thought carefully, and said angrily, "He deliberately wants to use you to arouse He Yijian's hatred - forcing his uncle to fight with Weizhou for you, although he is wild!"

"This is just my guess." Du Furi said lightly, "After all, there are too many flaws when your lord went to Guanlan Tower with the identity of Qing Wang Guan Women's Crown. Not to mention that Chang'an knows that Xuanhong Yuanjun has never been to the banquet since he went to Qing Wang Guan. This view is a royal Taoist temple and presided over by the former Princess Yongshou himself. Although it has been often ignored because of Yuanjun's silence in recent years, Once mentioned, it is extremely noticeable. Is there any reason not to expose the real identity at that time? However, I feel that this lord..." He smiled slightly and said, "I'm really interested in riding and shooting, and I'm just curious about me."

Du Liu pondered for a long time and suddenly said, "Do you know why Princess Yunzhou went to Furong Garden yesterday?"

"Has the seventh brother found the clue?" At this time, Zhuo presented a steaming soup cake and Biluo. Du Furi and Du Liu each had a portion, warmed another pot and put it down and said, "Warm the chicken soup, and Zhuo is watching there." Return to the door and wait for instructions.

Du Liu took a sip of hot soup, exhaled comfortably, and said with a smile, "Zhu is becoming more and more virtuous. There is always something special about the people around Twelve Lang. It's better to give it to me!"

Before Du Furi said anything, he raised his head and said disdainfully, "Qilang's joke! Did Qilang go home or other courtyard at this moment and make your daughter look tired and don't even know what to prepare? I didn't know that the Du family still had such a lazy slave. If so, most of them were spoiled by Qilang, right?

"I just praised you, but you blame me?" Du Liu said in surprise, "Do you have to say that you are fierce and rude?" He said to Du Furi with a little funny, "Twelve Lang, when did the people around you get so rude?"

Du Furi smiled indifferently and looked at Zhuo: "What's the reason for treating guests like this?"

"It makes sense for me to go back to the twelve. Zhuoqi sneered and said, "Qilang's romantic name is all over Chang'an. I want to serve the Twelve Lang for several years. When I was old, I asked the Twelve Lang to marry a generous family. Qilang's empty-mouthed praise slave did not matter. He turned back to the rumors and spread out. What should I do about the marriage in the future? Qilang is on a whim, but the bad one is the slave all his life. How can I not blame him?

"At the beginning, the Duke of the State ruled the country like an arm, not to mention governing the family?" After all, Du Liu was Lang Jun, who was repeatedly robbed by a maid. Although he was self-respecting, his voice cooled down and said lightly, "Besides, except for the Twelve Lang here, it's you and me. If you don't say it yourself, who knows?"

Zhou said, "I have served the twelve Lang since I was a child. I know that Langjun is a gentleman, and I won't do anything to destroy my reputation, but Qilang may not know that Qilang's friendship is vast, or after tea and dinner, or drunk and ears are hot. Qilang thinks that he is affectionate and mentions a few words of slaves. I am just a maid of the Du family, not a woman. Lang, how can you bear to think about Qilang?"

"You are also funny. I'm just acting on the scene and praise you. You are like facing a great enemy, as if I really care about you." Du Liu has been playing games for many years, and his romantic name is full of Chang'an. He has never met such a cold encounter. If he is a girl similar to his identity, or the daughter of an advocate, when he is in a good mood, he may not think it or even make fun of him, but in his eyes, his identity is nothing more than this, and he is still Du Furi's close servant. In addition, at this moment, he was really a little tired, but he only felt disappointing and said lightly, "Qilang, I talk to people freely. If you want to talk about the wrong mother and other beauties at least, you are at most beautiful and can't get into my eyes."

"If so, I would like to thank Qilang for his kindness." Zhuo was ridiculed by his ordinary appearance and was not angry. Instead, he showed a trace of gratitude and thanked him respectfully. He changed his smile and said, "Although Qilang is romantic, he is extremely trustworthy. He will not regret what he promised, but I am relieved."

Du Liu saw Du Furi looking at him leisurely, and his face was a little unbearable: "Twelve Lang, you don't want to talk to me more, just say it directly. Why did you teach this sharp-tooth maid to sweep my face?"

"When did I teach her to answer you like this?" Du Furi glanced at the wash and said with a faint smile.

When Zhuo heard the words, he crisply said to Du Liu, "These words are not what the Twelve Lang taught slaves. He made a small wish and tried his best to remove all obstacles!"

"What is your long-cherished wish to beat the little one?" Du Liu listened and couldn't help asking, "Is it marrying an uncle and generous son-in-law?"

"Naturally." Zhuo stressed, "And it's a famous and innocent marriage!" So when Qilang came back, those candy-like words should be said and listened to by others!"

When Zhuo went to hold chicken soup, Du Liu looked at Du Furi speechlessly: "I dream that the Tang atmosphere is open, and it's enough for you to guard your body like jade. How can you even adjust the maids around you? It's so old-fashioned and boring that I don't want to come in the future!"

"I didn't teach you this." Du Furi shook his head and said softly, "The maid beside me is serving tea and sweeping the courtyard house, but it's not for you to come and flirt with me when you have nothing to do!"