VIII, high-rise building alone drunk

The weather in the capital is extremely sunny these days, with thin clouds in autumn and clear mountains and rivers.

Yu Qingcun was depressed, and Huaixuan was drunk alone upstairs.

Six or seven days have passed since he met Shen Fang that night, and he fled, but he never saw Shen Fang again. With the impression of these Tianyu Qing, he met Shen Fang's road section of Shen Fang and visited one inn after another, but finally he couldn't. This Shen Fang seems to have disappeared from then on.

Yu Qingcun didn't know why he missed him so much. Maybe he lived in Kyoto all year round and was enthusiastic about drilling, and this Shen Fang was surprisingly scattered, and his whole body was not tacky. What's more, Qing Ge roars and thinks a lot. This Shen Fang is obviously a pretentious person.

Yu Qingcun silently poured wine for himself. All the people inside and outside the building were bustling and turned a blind eye to him. He was very upset. That night, he actually walked away from Shen Fang. What would Shen Fang think? This wrong shoulder, in the coming day, I'm afraid there will be no time to meet again. And Juncheng, how can you say that to him? This is really harmful...

In the past few days, Juncheng had been summoned to him, but he excused him, and Juncheng did not force him. He is the only one who is at a loss when he thinks about it late at night. He has never thought of Juncheng like that.

Well, a trace of sarcasm appeared in the corners of Yu Qingcun's lips. Originally, he had figured it out, and he planned to be a little thin in the future. In the past few years, he has been full of talent and sourced himself. Who would want such a thing to happen? Yu Qingcun can't figure out how to face Juncheng in the future. It seems that there is no hope to use his ambition in this life. Yu Qingcun shook his head secretly and sighed. This creation turned out to be like this.

Yu Qingcun here is at a loss, but there is listening to what the people downstairs are talking about.

"Fang Yaju... Na Lin Zhijun... What a wonderful person... Qing Naer..."

"The pianist... is also said to be extremely beautiful... Lord Yu..."

There were some sporadic words in his ear. Yu Qingcun didn't care much when he heard his name.

"Naturally, Lord Yu is more beautiful!" Suddenly, a person suddenly spoke loudly. Yu Qingcun looked at it with flashing eyes and saw one person, with an expression of an agriness. He was patting the table and standing up, staring at another person excitedly. Both of them are dressed as scribes.

"Lord Yu, haven't you seen that the emperor has issued a decree to allow him to be idle at home? As for Fang Zifei, the piano music is wonderful, and the characters are romantic. I don't think it's under Yu Qingcun. But listen to another person's idle words.

At this time, some people at the neighboring tables also echoed: "It's true. I've heard Fang Zifei playing the piano with my own ears. It's extraordinary."

But there are also those who disagree: "In those years, the jade was clear and the Qu Yi was high, and now he was once known as the first talent in the world, and it was also a rare romantic. He is even more like Pan An.

The discussion didn't stop for a while.

It's not surprising that Yu Qingcun is slightly squeaked. On the contrary, Fang Zifei, as the people say, can also visit one or two.

Thinking of this, Yu Qingcun called Xiao Er and gently ordered him to invite the shopkeeper Hu to come.

Huaixuan Building is a common place for him to be drunk. There is a special kind of wine here, called pearl red, which is made of grape juice, accompanied by rose pulp. It is specially prepared by a secret recipe that I don't know where it comes from. It is also soaked in fresh bamboo trunks and is kept for years. Its color is silver-red, the mouth is mellow, and it is pleasant. It is an exclusive production that is famous in Kyoto. A group of literati flock to it, and Yu Qingcun is also very fond of it. And the shopkeeper, Hu, was a little elegant and respected Yu Qingcun very much. The two of them were very familiar with each other.

Manager Hu is slightly fat, with his eyes full of shrewdness unique to businessmen, but he is calm, but he is a figure that cannot be underestimated. But he came upstairs with a smile.

The word "Yu Da--" was out, but the shopkeeper Hu paused slightly and turned to smile, "Mr. Yu, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss Mr. Hu very much." With that, Yu Yu Qingcun sat down opposite, "I don't know why the prince called Hu?"

Yu Qingcun smiled and said, "Qingcun wants to ask Brother Hu about a person - Fang Zifei."

Shopkeeper Hu was a little stunned, and then laughed and said, "Fang Zifei, yes, yes, I think this person is worth meeting."

"Oh? I'm about to listen to it." This shopkeeper Hu also knows countless people. It seems that this Fang Zifei is a little interesting.

"A few days ago, Fang Yaju came a Qing son named Lin Zhijun. He was beautiful and unparalleled. What's more rare is that he is quite talented. Poetry, lyrics and music are all involved in hunting, and he has become famous in a few days. If the pupe has received the most treasure, she is more dedicated to cultivation. Four or five days ago, she recruited a pianist, that is, Fang Zifei. This person is excellent at playing the piano. The pupe was invited because of a lot of money to make Lin Zhijun careful. Although it is only three or five days, those who hear it are all good at playing the piano, and Fang Zifei is even more said to be a strange person.