Chapter 65 Celebrating Huainian

Wei Bo's mansion in Chang'an is located in the southwest of Xiuzhengfang. It occupies the land and attracts the water of the Qujiang pond. It surrounds the backyard, and the pavilions in the middle are planted with flowers and grass, and the sound of bamboo strings is faintly transmitted. Although it is not as brilliant as Weizhou's jiedushi, it is better than exquisite.

In the afternoon, the singing in a bright hall in the back house was gentle, and the tooth plate was crisp. On the first brocade bed in the middle, there was a 30-year-old man lying high. The man's face was broad and black, and his appearance was very rough and powerful. However, when he looked carefully, he found that his left eye was blue and seemed to be injured. His long hair was casually wrapped in the soft, wearing a wide round-neck crimson robe, with one hand and one hand in the beat, but his expression was not happy. From time to time, the muscles on his face twitched, as if he gritted his teeth to endure something.

Four or five pots of flowers blooming in early spring were placed along the wall, which was very beautiful. Two musicians played a kite and played the flute. A girl about 16 or 17 years old wore a blue green skirt, embroidered begonias and red peony hips on the moon-white background, covered with a light gauze, and a loose fallen horse bun on her head, and diagonally inserted With hibiscus flowers, the temples fell fringe, and a lifelike plum blossom was outlined in the center of the eyebrows with rouge. The eyes flowed, gently opened the sandalwood mouth, and gently sang a song. From time to time, they danced with the music, raised their sleeves and turned around. Between the entrance and retreat, they were gentle and charming, and the clothes were fragrant, full of the hall.

"Dalang! Are you listening and watching?" The girl in the green skirt tried her best to dance and sing, but the people on the couch always closed their eyes and gradually didn't even close the beat. Obviously, her mind was not here.

Seeing her angry, He Huainian opened his eyes and said perfunctorily, "The green singing and dancing are becoming more and more exquisite."

"Dalang is obviously perfunctory, and the song is just fine. How do you know whether the slave dances well or not?" The person named Biqiong, who looks like a girl, is actually He Huainian's favorite girl. When she returned to Chang'an, because she had the task of accompanying He Yijian in the first half of the year, He Huainian brought her to relieve her boredom. BiQIao was young and beautiful and has always been favored by He Huainian. Therefore, although he saw that he was in a bad mood, he still dared to come forward and blame him for ignoring himself. .

He Huainian looked at her unremitable appearance and felt interesting. The gloomy mood of being injured by Yan Jiuhuai seemed to be much better. He couldn't help laughing and signaling her to come forward.

Bijiao pouted and walked to the brocade couch, stretched out his snow-like slender jade fingers a little on his forehead, and said angusly, "They sang under him dry tongue and his feet were soft, but Dalang only cared about closing his eyes to refresh himself. However, when he arrived in Chang'an, he saw that the leaders in Pingkang Square were better than the other, and disliked the simple appearance of slaves and dance skills. Pingping, do you feel that you can't get into the eyes of Dalang? If so, Dalang might as well say it earlier, so that the slave can die!"

"Nonsense, the leader of Pingkangfang is nothing more than you. Why can't you compare with it?" He Huainian loved to see her coquettishness, so Bijiao deliberately did it, and he had extra pity every time. At this moment, he held her hand with a smile and gently pinched it and said, "It's just that I was a little annoyed about the yellow-mouthed madman last time, so I didn't have the mood to look at it."

Bi Qiao turned around and winked at the musician. The two musicians stopped their hands and quietly withdrew without forgetting to close the door.

"I heard that the madman had made friends with Liulang. How could he suddenly rush into the house and kill Dalang instead of looking for Liulang?" The blue eyes flowed and he was about to cry. "Every time I think of the danger of that day these days, I am so worried that I can't sleep at night. I'm just worried that if the madman comes back, there will be Xiahou Fubai beside Liulang, but Dalang..."

"On that day, the madman was also seriously injured by Xiahou and was far away from injury. I'm afraid that he won't recover. You don't have to worry about BiQI." When He Huainian saw that Aiji was worried about himself, he felt useful and in a better mood. He comforted her with a smile.

Bijiao couldn't let go: "Although this, that time it was because Liulang happened to be with Dalang, and Xiahou Fubai was also there, which helped Dalang stop the madman's must-kill blow..." Thinking of Yan Jiuhuai's shock on that day, it came without any trace. If Xiahou Fubai hadn's side, he would have kicked at the critical moment. He Huainian, who was unprepared, was kicked out a few feet, and he was cut apart by a sword like the brocade he was sitting on!

Not to mention Biqiong, He Huainian, who has seen blood on the battlefield, doesn't you feel like a light in his back these days? At the beginning of this dynasty, there were assassins and empty people. They were unpredictable, unpreventable, and they were not hit by a hit, and fled thousands of miles away... But this Yan Jiuhuai, who was born in Chang'an and grew up in the market and escaped from the Xiuzhengfang with injuries, because Xiahou Fubai was worried about being transferred away from the mountain, only a few bodyguards brought by Hebei ordered by He Huainian chased out. Go, only chasing Zhaoguo and Yongqu lost their tracks and had to go back empty-handed!

At this moment, when he heard BiQI's worried words, He Huainian's hand suddenly stiffened. BiQI** sensed it, but his face looked more frightened: "When I came just now, I heard that Liulang had gone out again, and I don't know where he went. Alas, if Liulang can stay in the house, although Xiahou Fubai still wants Follow Liulang, but at least in a mansion, if there is any danger, you can take care of it.

"What are you talking about? Xiahou Fubai was personally ordered to protect Liulang!" He Huainian suddenly sank his face and scolded, "Liulang is the only beloved son under the adult's knees. In the future, Wei Bo and Wuzhou will definitely hand it over to him. Someone is just an arm to help him. How can his safety be compared with him?! Even if Xiahou Fubai is in the house, it should be Liulang that he wants to protect!"

Bi Qiao's face changed and said, "I'm just worried about Dalang. I hope Liulang will stay in the house as much as possible before Dalang's injury is healed, so as to avoid Dalang from worrying about him in his injury!"

He Huainian shook off her hand with a gloomy face and said coldly, "Forget it this time. If there is such a provocation next time, someone will immediately send you back to Weizhou and hand it over to his wife!"

He Huainian's main room is the daughter of the Gao family. She is arrogant and unruly. Because she is Gao's niece, He Huainian can only tolerate his adoptive mother's face. In private, He Huainian likes such an understanding and weak girl as Bijiao. This little Gao is very jealous of Bijiao. When he was in Weizhou, he was not like He Huainian. Protecting, Bi Qiao had been poisoned by her for a long time. At this moment, when I heard him say this, I knew that I had made a taboo. I didn't dare to neglect it any more. I quickly knelt down and trembled and said in a trembling voice, "I know I'm wrong. Please forgive you. Rong Nu continues to serve Dalang here and don't dare to make Dalang angry anymore!"

Reaching out her hand and holding her chin and looking at it for a moment, He Huainian found that the fear in her eyes was almost overflowing, so she snorted coldly and let go of her hand: "Pring a cup of cheese for someone!"

BiQIou was secretly relieved and knew that she had passed the test. When she turned around, she gently bit the corners of her mouth to hide the involuntarily flowing smile - it was too much, not nonsense. Since He Huainian did not pick her thorn, he vaguely acquiesced in this... The so-called multi-mouthing is the truth. It's just that it's not timely to be said...

She took a wide-mouthed five-petal plum-shaped glazed cup, holding a glazed pot with a snake neck and wide belly inlaid with lotus leaf handles. Just after filled it, a vigorous carrier pigeon flew in in the warm spring sun. The familiar way landed on the cloud-patterned red sandalwood table beside He Huainian and cooed twice. He Huainian's face suddenly changed and his hand grabbed it. He lived in the carrier pigeon, took down the letter and hurriedly glanced at it, and said briefly, "Go and call the teacher to come!"