Chasing King

It has snowed heavily in the capital for two days in December, covering more than half a foot. It is inconvenient for passers-by to travel, and the wheels of the carriage are often muddy. But the streets are not less lively, because now is the time to buy new year's goods, streets and alleys are full of shouting and selling.

Yan Sikong moved into his new house less than a month ago. Today is the second time to hold a banquet. Different from the previous one, this time he is entertaining friends of his age, such as Zhou Fuxing and Liang Sui, who usually hang out with him.

In the past, his salary was meager, and he could not compare with Zhou mianxing's childe style. He mostly ate, drank and went whoring. But now he is well-known, and he lives in the mansion given by the emperor. It's time for him to invite these friends alone.

Now he has a special status. He is no longer the poor Jinshi who followed Liang. He made an invitation. Naturally, these young men and celebrities agreed willingly. They were all willing to fulfill his wish to show off.

It happened to be snowy, and the porter of Yan's house was alienated. As a result, there were more than ten carriages in front of the door. Many carriages' wheels were stuck in the snow and mud, and they could not move for a moment, almost blocking the whole street.

If someone drives by, they will take a detour even though they complain.

In the mansion, Yan Sikong and Zhou Fuxing are baking charcoal fire and eating fine wine, chatting and laughing. Yan Sikong is the host, and invites a group of girls from Ting LAN Pavilion. Yeli, who is Zhou mianxing, is a good old girl. However, she is standing on his invitation. At this time, she sits beside Zhou mianxing and smiles. Her gorgeous appearance makes the cold winter more colorful.

After three rounds of drinking, I don't know who suggested it, but they compared it with erotic poetry.

This erotic poem is very particular. It needs to be charming but not lewd. It's gorgeous but not ostentatious, but it makes people reverie. To make a good erotic poem, it needs basic skills and elegance.

In the beginning, the group of people were still groaning and chanting, but a group of men who had drunk were in the arms of beautiful prostitutes, and this is a very safe private house. One by one, they became more and more unrestrained, and the poems became more and more lewd, and gradually became intolerable.

Yan Sikong's face is red now. When he talks and laughs, he teases the beauty with these friends who are drinking and drinking. This kind of debauchery is quite different from his usual appearance. Everyone thinks that he is overjoyed.

Just in the mood, the servants in the house rushed in, looking a little flustered. He called "childe", but when he saw a room full of guests, it seemed that he was inconvenient to speak and looked anxiously at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong hooked his finger at him, and then motioned to everyone to continue drinking with a smile.

The servant ran to Yan Sikong and whispered something in his ear.

Yan Sikong frowned: "haven't you opened the door yet? What do you do? "

"The snow has melted, melted, and the ground is in a mess. The little ones have already dredged half of it, but..." The expression on the servant's face was obviously a little scared.

"You'd better be neat and get your carriages ready." Yan Sikong waved impatiently, "if someone comes, let them make a detour."

"That car won't go around, and its attitude is very domineering..."

Liang Sui heard: "what's the matter? What happened to the carriage? Who is domineering? "

"Nothing's wrong." Yan Si feigns anger and rushes to humanity, "it's really rubbish. Such trifles will disturb your interest."

"But childe, that car seems to be the car of King Shizi of Jingyuan..."

Yan Sikong's hand shaking when he just raised the glass, half of the wine was spilled.

The servant quickly wiped the water stains on his body with his sleeve.

Yan Sikong glared: "who do you say?"

"King Shizi of Jingyuan..."

The servant's voice was not big, but the people around Yan Sikong also heard it. They all raised their ears and looked at them. Their eyes were full of inquiry.

Yan Sikong touched his face, and his face changed. He stood up and arched his hands with a dry smile: "everyone continue to drink. I'll come soon."

Hurry to the outside of the house, far away heard a roar: "get out of my way!"

The door of Yan's mansion was wide open, and several carriages were parked in front of it. A group of servants were pushing the carriage hard to make way, but it was difficult to clear it for a moment.

Ali was wearing a brand-new fur coat. The door god generally stood in front of a carriage and did not give up. The ugly face looked rather fierce.

The coachman waved his whip to the snow and said in a fierce voice: "you are a bold and cheap servant. You dare to stop the carriage of the son of heaven. Go away. Are you deaf?"

A Li curtly to the back two strokes, and hands in the air circle, meaning to let them detour.

"Joke, how can Shizi's carriage make a detour for you?" The coachman was angry, raised his whip and waved to Ali.

"Ah Li -" Yan Sikong was shocked, and it was too late to stop him.

With quick eyes and quick hands, ah Li grabbed the whip, quickly circled it twice on his thick arm, and then yanked it hard. The coachman was pulled up like a kite by ah Li, threw it into the air, and then fell heavily into the snow.

The coachman lay on the ground and began to howl.The car, which had been silent for a long time, was kicked away. Feng Yehan, with a cold face, came out from inside. He stood on the carriage and looked down at the people, his eyes were cold.

Yan Sikong quickly arched his hand: "Shizi, I don't know if Shizi is coming. I'm afraid I'll meet you at a distance."

Feng Ye said coldly: "Yan Sikong, how dare you block my car?"

"I dare not. It's snowstorm. The truth is muddy. I'm entertaining my friends today, which makes the carriage at the door congested..." Yan thinks empty urgent way, "the next official has urged the next person to dredge, don't want to still obstruct the way of the son, ask the son to forgive."

"This is not my way, but your Majesty's way. In the whole world, is it the king's land? This plant belongs to your majesty. Who gives you the courage to occupy your Majesty's way, and others have to make a detour!"

"I dare not, I know the crime." Yan Sikong bent over in fear.

There are more and more people gathered around. Even in this cold day, there is no shortage of people to watch.

"And you wicked servant!" Feng Ye glared at ah Li viciously, "if you don't stop the way, how dare you hurt my coachman."

A Li still stands stupidly, with no fear on his face. He just looks at Yan Sikong questioningly.

Yan Si said in a trembling voice: "I beg the son of the world to forgive me for his lack of mind."

Feng Ye snorted coldly. Suddenly, with a little sharp foot, his tall body soared into the air. Pengniao spread his wings and dived to ah Li. Before they could even blink an eye, they saw that Feng Ye kicked ah Li's chest and kicked the nearly seven foot body out.

"Ali!" Yan Sikong ran to Ali in a hurry.

See a Li whole body convulsion, mouth spit blood, soaked the snow under the body, look startling.

"Ali!" Yan Sikong helped ah Li up and said anxiously, "ah Li, are you ok?"

Ah Li's mouth was bleeding. He groaned hoarsely, but he couldn't speak.

Yan Sikong turned his head and looked at Fengye. His eyes showed resentment. He gritted his teeth and said, "the son of the world is superior. How can he argue with a servant? Are you not afraid of having a share?"

Feng Ye said with a sneer: "I think you are very close to the master and servant of this monster. I don't expect you to punish him, so I'll teach you a lesson for you. You should thank me."

Yan Sikong made a color to the other servants and asked them to carry ah li away. Then he stood up and clenched his fists: "your family has offended my son. I have no way to discipline him. I should take his place. If he is angry, he might as well come at me!"

"Oh, what's the matter!"

Zhou mianxing yelled and ran out. He was followed by many guests at today's banquet.

In front of the door has become a mess, Yan Sikong and Feng Ye in the snow confrontation, clearly is the shape of a sword, a wise man can guess what is going on.

Zhou Mi Xing quickly made a comeback: "Shizi, why do you have to be frozen in the snow on this cold day? Why don't you go into the mansion and ask Sikong to give you three glasses of wine..."

Feng Ye raised his eyes and looked at the rich mansion, "tut tut" twice, with a contemptuous smile, "Yan's son-in-law is too good a deal."

Yan Sikong's face was very ugly.

Zhou Fuxing and Liang Sui looked at each other in embarrassment.

"You don't have to go to the government. There's no reason to come uninvited." Feng yeao said slowly, "today, I went back to my house and passed by here. It was a two-way street. Unexpectedly, there was a dog slave who dared to block the official road, told me to make a detour, and even hurt my coachman Yan's son-in-law, don't say that you and I went to the battlefield together, just say that we are going to get married soon, and you shouldn't be so presumptuous to me. I want to give an account. Isn't it bullying? "

Yan Si said coldly, "I'm willing to accept it on behalf of my servants."

With a smile, Feng Ye picked up his coachman from the snow and put him in the carriage: "your dog slave hurt my coachman. Now I'm in a hurry to go back to my house. Why don't you give me a ride?"

They dare not breathe, but they feel that Fengye is too deceiving. They ask Yan Sikong, the head of the official department and the future son-in-law, to drive for them?

I had known that Feng yejiao was quite unruly. Who knew that he had offended him, and who was so stubborn.

Yan Sikong pursed her lips, endured humiliation, and said in a deep voice, "I'll obey you."

Feng Ye laughed twice and sat back in the car.

In full view of the public, Yan Sikong went to lead the horse. The servant of Yan's house quickly cleared out a way that could pass through, but it was very narrow. He couldn't get on the car for the time being, so he had to lead the horse through. So he stepped into the thick snow one by one and drove the carriage through the congested road in front of the house.

The servant quickly catches up and puts a cloak on Yan Sikong, who is poorly dressed. But Yan Sikong throws it on the ground fiercely. He climbs onto the carriage, waves the whip and shouts "drive". He drives the carriage to Jingyuan palace

People watched the carriage go away and talked about it. Yeli, who was standing by, was even more thoughtful