Chapter 127: Eating soft rice is also a skill

What the hell?
Xiao Fengwu thought to himself that he was hungry and dizzy. He was confused. He covered his face with a quilt and calmed down. Suddenly he heard a soft noise from the bedside table. Looking through the gap through the curtain, someone was carrying it. Here comes a bowl of steaming porridge.
The blue ball of light appeared again.
[Dear, I have to pay back the meal, within three days, don’t forget it]
Xiao Fengwu: "..."
I’m afraid I’d be scared to death long ago, but he was always brave. He stared at the ball of light for a long time, and realized that he was not a hideous evil spirit, and disappeared after a short while, so he didn’t care. It's big, it's all strange. If you can't say it, you will hit the soul.
As for the Datong that I just said, Xiao Fengwu wouldn’t take it seriously anymore. Xiao Fengwu wouldn’t take it seriously. It was all in the ears, the house was quiet, and there were no outsiders. He got up and carried the bowl and took the porridge in twos. After drinking it cleanly, I looked through the window, only to find a figure sitting on the corridor with his back leaning on the pillar in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
Qin Mingyue was born in poverty. When he was a child, he was sold into theatrical troupe, practiced, chanted, washed and cooked food. He never got whipped for a day. Later, when he got older, he became the most outstanding one among the brothers. Mingyue gave him to Xiao Fengwu, who was not named as Broken Sleeve, in the name of singing in the house.
At that time, Qin Mingyue was still an unknown little actor. She had never been on the stage seriously, knowing that her fate was like this. She was wearing plain clothes, holding a celadon tea cup and handing it to Xiao Fengwu, curled up with heat, and her waist was thin. Ruofuliu is the favorite young man by others: "Please drink tea from Lord Sixteen."
It was summer, and people were dizzy from the sun. Xiao Fengwu wore a white silk shirt, hula shook his fan, surrounded by beautiful maids, and ignored him. Qin Mingyue kept stretching out her hand, then lifted half of the tea cover and scattered it. It was warm, and after a while, he passed it forward again: "The tea is cold, please use it."
Xiao Fengwu raised his eyes and looked at him, the latter gave a timid smile.
Xiao Fengwu thought to himself that he was a smart boy.
It's a pity that Qin Mingyue is smart, but he hasn't been deeply involved in the world since he was a child. Even if it was Master Kou Yujun, the cane whip was brutally flicked. Xiao Fengwu, a clean, wealthy young man, is willing to condescend He is better, this heart can't be held.
Besides, Xiao Fengwu's favor is not "slightly better" to describe, but "very good". It is envious in the eyes of outsiders, so what about Qin Mingyue?
Even after a few years, I still can't let it go.
The faint moonlight poured down, and the green leaves in the courtyard were covered with a layer of silver. Qin Mingyue thought about Xiao Fengwu’s words today. On the one hand, he thought it was true and on the other hand it was fake. In the end, that mouth became famous. It's a lie, you don't necessarily spit out half the truth if you it up.
After all, Qin Mingyue was not in a lowly low position before, nor was it a naive and deceitful heart before. He didn't know what he had gone through all these years, and had a strange temper, which can be said to be uncertain. Still holding the fan in his hand, for no reason, he suddenly tore it in half with a sneer and a piercing sound. Xiao Fengwu's eyelids jumped when he heard the door.
"You hate me so much that you won't even keep the fan?"
He walked out of the shadows, wearing a plain white shirt, draped in an outer shirt, and standing jade, as if he was still the Shiliu Lang who had fascinated countless women in Yancheng.
Qin Mingyue looked at him blankly, fingertips forcefully, provocatively, and there was another stab.
Xiao Fengwu blocked his hand: "Do you want to learn from Qingwen, but I can't be Jia Baoyu. You don't have a box of folding fans for you to tear. This tear is gone, but there is no more."
When he said this, there was still a smile in his eyes. Qin Mingyue threw the incomplete fan into his arms, with a sarcasm: "What is Qingwen Jia Baoyu's, in the end, the Sixteenth Lord is just me. As a slave, why bother to say so nicely? The old man Xiao is dead, and you don’t even see you cry. Let him go with those fake tears!"
Xiao Fengwu's mother died early. When he was a child, he was surly and mischievous. Several aunts were unwilling to raise him. Finally, he hugged him to the knee of Old Lady Xiao. It stands to reason that the two should have a deep relationship.
The broken fan was worthless. Xiao Fengwu tore off the jade pendant on the handle of the fan, and threw the broken skeleton aside, strangely, with a deeper smile on his lips: "Why cry? It's a good thing that he is dead. It has been rare for ten years. Although he has not lived to that age, he is still better than many people. Think about it, the fifteen brothers and sisters above me, all of which are not fuel-efficient lamps, and the Xiao family’s property is confiscated to the government. If he is still alive, We have to live a poor life with us, and sooner or later we have to endure to death, it is better to go clean and not worry about everything."
Qin Mingyue only felt that his heart was really cold.
Xiao Fengwu used to turn black and white with one mouth: "You can sing "Daiyu Burying Flowers"? I have read "The Story of the Stone" as well. Fortunately, Lin Daiyu went early, otherwise Jia's house would be copied. Wouldn't she have to live a poor life together? I can’t think of that scene when the Immortal Shu is washing his hands and making soup."
Qin Mingyue raised her eyebrows without anger: "She is not a person who dislikes the poor and loves the rich."
"Even if it's not," Xiao Fengwu rubbed his chin. "She is so melancholic and sick, she is not affordable for a poor family. She eats ginseng Yangrong pills and bird's nest every day, and she is sick every day, so she can't support it even if she has changed the tea and rice. In the past, my grandfather did the same thing. After all, a dozen grandchildren were not close to him, and I was a useless person, no one to raise, so I probably starved to death on the street."
Talking a bit far away, Qin Mingyue's face suddenly showed a little irritability, she got up and wanted to leave, Xiao Fengwu grabbed him, but found that the touch of his fingertips was not right, and looked down, his face changed slightly: "Your hand ?!"
No wonder he was so surprised. Looking through the lantern under the eaves, Qin Mingyue's little finger on her left hand was broken. Now that the injury has grown well, it is hard to find if you don't look closer.
He didn't ask, and asked only to hurt people even more. Qin Mingyue pulled her hand back hard, but was unable to move by Xiao Fengwu's grip. Both of them had the skill to do it, and they almost fought.
Xiao Fengwu coldly asked, "How did this hand hurt?!"
How can it hurt? Isn't it just crawling back to find you caught in the door!
In the old days, when he studied drama, Qin Mingyue didn't look down on this kind of stubborn person the least. How could he not live without a man, but he didn't think he had done that. Now that he thinks about it, he feels really embarrassed, and he has no face to say.
Xiao Fengwu was still vacant, and he was pushed away from a stalemate for a moment. He fell to the ground with a sway. Qin Mingyue stomped her feet bitterly when she saw it. After all, she flicked his sleeves and left without looking back.
Here is a clean courtyard with a Xifu Begonia planted in the middle, but before the flowering season, Xiao Fengwu lay on the ground, looking at Qin Mingyue's leaving figure, not knowing what he was thinking, shook his head, and got up from the ground after a while , Patted off the ashes on his body and went to sleep in the house.
It's better to be a little heartless and to be a human being.
For example, Xiao Fengwu, his grandfather died and his elder brother died, his whole body was completely clean, not full of gold and silver, and in the same situation, I am afraid that the intestines can't stop crying, but he has nothing to do.
Early the next morning, the yard was empty. There was only an old servant sweeping in the middle. Xiao Fengwu drew water from the well, stumbling and washing himself, and then asked casually, "Where is your master?"
To this day, I don't put on the stinking young master, and the voice is quite gentle.
The old servant has some tinnitus. After hearing him say it several times, I didn’t notice the reason. Xiao Fengwu shook his head. In his 40s, he was half-yin-qi, and he was 50-years-old. The old servant looked like he was in his fifties, his face was swollen, and his eyes were yellowish.
Xiao Fengwu held his ear behind his ear, raised his voice, and asked with the last bit of patience: "Where has Qin Mingyue gone?"
The old servant finally understood and said slurred: "Mr. went to the Shengde Building to sing."
Hey, hard work!
Xiao Fengwu walked out of the yard with his hands on his back, swaying around the street. He heard the shouts of Shengde Building who were about to overturn the roof from a long distance. The three and three floors inside the door were surrounded. Ordinary people who have money to listen to the show and can't get in.
Qin Mingyue only appeared in Yancheng recently. He used to walk around and sang wherever he settled. Hearing that he came to Yancheng, many theater fans from neighboring counties were chasing after him. The pool seat in the center of Shengde Building It was crowded, and the upper room was full of female family members, full of officials, wives, and young ladies. They had spent a lot of money to set a position early on, and the arrogance made the old man a toothache.
The railings were crowded with people, Xiao Fengwu, a fool, squeezed the front door and walked around to the back. Who ever wanted to see a smart man, pouting his and preparing to go to the dog hole, turning his eyes and deliberately drinking With a sound, the other party jumped.
"Oh my mother!"
That man was a wealthy merchant, in his early twenties, with a fat face, squinting his eyes, and falling to the ground with a sharp spirit. It was not funny.
Xiao Fengwu leaned on the wall and laughed: "Who am I? It turns out to be the third son of Cen, drill it, drill it, I shouldn't bother you, there are thugs in it, you put your head out and beat you up immediately. killed!"
The two were old acquaintances.
Cen San got up from the ground, saw Xiao Fengwu, circled him around, and was happy: "I went to Taizhou for three years, and then come back, you still haven't grown like this... I heard about your family. Come on, brother."
Xiao Fengwu said nonchalantly: "Come here early! Why are you back to Yancheng?"
Cen Sandao: "The war is in the south, and the business is not good. I have to move back to my home. I came here the day before and wanted to hear a Qin Mingyue play. Hey, his grandma's, there is not a single building."
Xiao Fengwu pointed to the carriage that was parked outside: "Look, see if it's the seal of Huang's family, and those of Zhu's family. All of them are related to you. Who will buy your face."
Cen Sanbao said: "A poor country in Pozhi County is also worthy of an'upper' relationship. Your second uncle is a Beijing official. I met him a year ago. How about the head of the fifth-grade hospital? Don't go to him."
Xiao Fengwu said: "He broke off with his family a long time ago. My grandfather hates him when he mentions it. He hasn't talked with each other for more than ten years. What are you going to do shyly? He must have received the news from the Xiao family, but he didn't offer a helping hand. It can be seen that there is no sentiment, so why bother to complain? Besides, a doctor can take care of anything."
Cen Sandao: "That's not the same. Your second uncle is at the feet of the emperor, and the official of Beijing. I heard that he is now the celebrity in front of the empress empress. He who keeps the dragon's fetus every day is much better than this, Yancheng In this realm, any big cat or puppy dare to be called the master, what happened to the Huang family, what happened to the Zhu family."
Cen San leaned against the door and sighed. He could hear the sound of the drama inside, but he did not hear it really well. He scratched his heart and went around in circles. Xiao Fengwu said: "Idiot idiot, I said someone was guarding it, so you believe it, why not? Go and see for yourself."
After Yushi stepped back a few steps, one took advantage of his strength to flip over the wall gently, and there was indeed a thug with a stick at the back door. Xiao Fengwu picked up a small piece of broken tiles and swished it and knocked him out.
Cen San was really looking at the dog hole below. He wanted to get in, but got stuck again. He jumped anxiously and said, squeezing the wall, "Brother, please give me a hand. I won’t be able to hear it when it’s late. Hurry up!"
His size, Xiao Fengwu was really a little vain to want to pull up. Fortunately, he was tall and gritted his teeth so that he could hang up. While the thugs were still not awake, the two of them rushed in. Who ever wanted to stumble into the second floor and look down. , Facing the stage.
Fortunately, everyone else was listening to the play, but they didn't pay attention to them. Cen San lay on the railing, half-length leaning out, staring at the upside-down sentient being in the center of "Princess Yang" for a long while, then secretly pounded Xiao Fengwu: "Hey, isn't this Mingyue, the actor you gathered before."
Everyone on the stage had painted faces, and Xiao Fengwu wondered how Cen San, the dog's eyes, recognized it.
Cen San was fascinated by it: "Tsk tusk, this figure, this look, how can you be willing to leave."
Xiao Fengwu raised his eyebrows: "Then why did you give up Xiaochuntao?"
Xiaochuntao was a female actor bought by Cen San, and she left it in less than two months after she was fresh.
Cen San immediately stopped speaking in embarrassment, and Xiao Fengwu lazily said: "If you want to rush, I will rush it. What else is the reason? Next time, I won't ask such silly things."
Cen San changed his tone again: "The actor is inferior. It's okay to play and to have fun. Why take it seriously? The one underneath is a misfortune. I fascinated you as a bastard. I was wrong about that. You It’s good, but thank you for it, otherwise you have to drain your blood."
Xiao Fengwu thought for a while, and then shook his head: "This kind of thing is what I want, so I don't want to give gold or silver. He can still it away. It doesn't count if someone who is cheap or cheap says it. You have to make the final decision. Others still say that doing business is cheap. Are you cheap?"
Cen San's face was a little frustrated, and he thumped the railing and stopped talking.
During the break, in the first row of the pool seat, there was a young master who kept shouting, his voice became hoarse, and he threw the golden leaves on the stage, one by one. The name was Qin Mingyue. .
There was a little rustling movement in the female servants next to it.
"Isn't that the little master of Chen Zhixian's family? What kind of madness has become? From my point of view, Qin Mingyue is so tight that he is not happy if he doesn't hook a man for a day. My master still wants to invite someone to the mansion singing hall. Yes, fortunately, I was stopped by me. This fox figure can be paid off."
"Chen Xiaoye is quite reasonable, and he can only hold it in the theater. Have you ever seen him go home and let his father discount his legs."
"It's nothing more than an actor. If you can be successful for a few years, don't you just rely on that goblin face? When the time comes, you will see if there are any men willing to hold it."
Xiao Fengwu listened to the side, thinking that Qin Mingyue is not that kind of person. He has a bad temper and is a bit bad. The four characters "humei seduce" can't be matched with him. He used to confess with his own mandarin ducks. Not shy.
After making up the excitement, he originally wanted to leave, but saw that Xiaoye Chen followed Qin Mingyue into the back of the stage, and the ghosts followed.
In the backstage of the theater, there were cages full of guys, changing clothes and makeup, and was in a hurry. Qin Mingyue was wearing a royal robe embroidered with gold silk and pearls, sitting in front of the mirror and removing makeup. Then Chen Xiao The master dragged a stool and looked at him madly.
Chen Xiaoye said softly: "Boss Qin, your concubine sings so well, I can't hear it anymore."
Xiao Fengwu sat on the other side of the mirror and listened, wondering what the word "Daoxin is gone" is, isn't it just a heartless thing.
Qin Mingyue only smiled slightly, but did not speak.
Chen Xiaoye continued: "Mingyue, when I see you, my heart feels like a loss of my soul. I can't sleep all day, and I don't want to eat or drink. If you feel distressed, just follow me. , I will treat you well!"
The words were anxious, and even grabbing Qin Mingyue's hand, Xiao Fengwu continued to listen patiently.
No matter how popular Qin Mingyue is, it is only an actor in the end, unable to provoke two official words, and withdraws her hand with a smile, sweeping away from the end of her eyes, she is still a little drunk with the noble concubine: "Mingyue's status is humble. Up."
Chen Xiaoye is even more anxious: "Mingyue, I don't care about those, I only know that I like you, don't refuse people thousands of miles away like this!"
The people around were accustomed to watching this scene. Obviously, it was not the first time this master did this kind of thing. Furthermore, the actors were so alive. They depended on their voices and on their bodies. Who will pick the boss?
It's also considered that Xiaoye Chen has some identity background, otherwise Qin Mingyue would never see him if he changed other people.
Seeing that Qin Mingyue could not tear it, she removed the ink on her face and said: "I followed you? How would Chen Xiaoye treat me? Find a yard and use it as an outside room? Or wait until you get married. I will be a small servant?"
Chen Xiaoye's face changed strangely: "I promise, my heart is with you."
Xiao Fengwu was almost laughing to death, and said that his heart was gone on his front feet, and where did his heart come from?
Qin Mingyue didn't say a word. After a while, he sighed suddenly, not knowing what he was sighing. He untied the buckle on her neck, revealing a white jade-like neck, and then took off the imperial concubine robe, Chen Xiaoye He was looking straight and just listened to him: "It's getting late, Master Chen, let's go back."
Qin Mingyue was lacking in interest and obviously didn't want to deal with it. The "heart-worn" Chen Xiaoye didn't dare to get annoyed, and reluctantly went home.
Qin Mingyue looked at his back, eyes full of sneers and sarcasm, and was about to withdraw his gaze. Suddenly he did not know who was holding his hand on the table, and then a man's low and playful voice came from his ear: "Qin Boss, your noble concubine sings so well, I can't even listen to it."
Qin Mingyue's pupils shrank when he heard the words, but saw a handsome face dangling from behind the bronze mirror, and the other party looked at herself with a smile, not who Xiao Fengwu was!
After Qin Mingyue was shocked, she sneered: "I don't even know when the Sixteenth Master knew how to play?"
Xiao Fengwu propped his chin, put his hand on his face, and said playfully: "I don't know how to play, but there are people everywhere, I think you can sing the best."
He was telling the truth. Looking at those eyes, Qin Mingyue was lost for a moment, unable to say anything, and finally withdrew his hand, stinking a face and said: "Then I have to thank the Sixteenth Master for the absurd praise."
Xiao Fengwu smiled and looked at him: "It's hard for you to call me a master, but I am no longer a master, and I am no better than before. Now that you have something better by your side, I'm still making fun of it."
After speaking, he patted his sleeves, as if to get up and leave.
Qin Mingyue panicked, thinking that Xiao Fengwu didn't misunderstand that he was stubborn with that Young Master Chen, she stood up, the bronze mirror turned over, and she was angry and angry: "What do you mean, I think I am an actor," I have a low status, do I have to pounce on someone who has some money? What kind of bad master? I followed one from start to finish. After I have suffered enough, I am foolish to repeat the same mistakes?!"
He uttered a long series of conversations, and saw that everyone around him looked over, kicked over the stool bitterly, consciously embarrassed, and saw Xiao Fengwu's appearance that he hadn't reacted yet, and went straight away.
The people at the back of the opera garden understood what they said, they all wanted to see what the person who was entangled with Qin Mingyue looked like. At first glance, they were indeed extraordinary, but they didn't know which son they were.
Xiao Fengwu didn't listen to the show and came to Liyuan less often. Everyone had heard of him, but not a few had seen him. Seeing Qin Mingyue had left, he arched his hands to convict the people around and chased him.
Qin Mingyue was really furious, and his brain hurt. He didn't sit on the sedan chair, and went back home all the way. The door fell and locked and never went out.
Xiao Fengwu followed and saw the old servant in the courtyard still sweeping. He watched with interest for a while, and saw that he was still very deaf. He turned on the eaves, and uncovered the tiles. He saw Qin Mingyue sitting on the ground, keeping quiet. Patting his chest, his face pale.
He had a humble background and a sensitive mind. Xiao Fengwu never thought that a random joke made him react so much. He covered the tiles and jumped off again.
Xiao Fengwu leaned against the door and patted twice perfunctorily: "Open the door."
There was a moment of silence in the room, and there was no gasping.
Xiao Fengwu said again: "If I don't open the door, I'll just kick it and kick it off."
Qin Mingyue looked out the door and squinted her eyes: "You come to my house to do anything, and there will be guests coming to my house later, so don't disturb me, you dignified son of the Xiao family, don't touch my inferior door and stain you. foot."
"Boo--!"
Xiao Fengwu directly kicked the door open, and Qin Mingyue saw it, as if he was strangled in his throat, unable to say a word.
Xiao Fengwu brought the door to the door and smiled and said: "What is your anger, I just said casually, I know that you are obsessed with me, and you are willing to sacrifice your life for me. You are not the one who likes the poor and loves the rich."
Qin Mingyue's hands were shaking: "Nonsense!"
Suddenly, Xiao Fengwu asked, "Oh? Then you really fell in love with the ‘heartless’ Chen Xiaoye?"
This mouth is really unforgiving, Qin Mingyue has a bad temper and can jump up and punch him to death.
Qin Mingyue pointed at him tremblingly: "You go! Go far!"
There were tears in a pair of phoenix eyes, almost falling out.
Xiao Fengwu didn't leave anymore. He narrowed his expression, squatted in front of him, took a sharp look at the incision of the severed finger, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You always have such a bad temper, no wonder you suffer easily."
Then he said: "When did I feel that you are humble? Why do I keep you with me for so many years?"
Qin Mingyue didn't speak, her chest was fluctuating, and she stared at him with her neck.
Xiao Fengwu scratched his head, seemingly helpless: "My mother is also an actor."
It seemed that he didn't expect him to say that. Qin Mingyue was taken aback, only to hear Xiao Fengwu continue: "Well...but she...she never feels that she is cheap, she always says that people have to stand upright in life. There is nothing inferior to humans if you don’t steal or grab food by your ability."