Youyu had previously asked Sun Yizhi why he chose Lord Zhang.
Sun Yizhi did not hesitate at all: "Because he is simple and not greasy. He is a casual person. "
Youyu thought about it and felt that what he said was indeed reasonable. Those arrogant and somewhat talented scholars and poets, if they were ignorant and inexperienced, would indeed be unable to control themselves after hearing a few lines of poetry. Then, they would be unswervingly loyal and fearless.
Yizhi was now tired of those illusory feelings and love. He would let them cry endlessly and be unable to extricate himself. What he wanted was real money, treasures, and nice words.
When night fell in the entire capital, all the big and small lights in the Guiyu Pavilion were lit.
"Hurry up, has the stage been set up over there? Has the tea banquet been arranged? Don't make a mistake with the private seats on the second floor." Youyu urged the servant beside him.
He was in a very good mood today. He took out the moon-white luxurious clothes that he kept in his chest and tied a jade headscarf on his head. He was wearing black boots that he had just ordered last month. The breeze blew, making him feel refreshed.
The sound of carriages continued to ring out. One after another, luxurious carriages stopped at the entrance of the Returning Jade Building.
"Lord Yun, you are here. Tonight, there will be your favorite play." Youyu walked to the side of the carriage and welcomed him with a smile.
The lord in the carriage was supported by his servant and got off the carriage.
"Youyu, you said it yourself. If I don't sing well, I will look for you." Lord Yun said with a smile.
Soon after, more and more carriages arrived. The young masters, nobles, and scholars on the carriages all gathered at the entrance. Lao Song stood beside Youyu, afraid that he would suddenly forget the names of those people.
Those young masters who accompanied him were all talking and laughing as they stepped into the building in high spirits. Youyu was about the same generation as them, so they naturally greeted each other. After a while, they started to play drinking games and shoot.
All the powerful nobles and officials had brought their servants here. They went straight to the private room on the second floor, which was covered with curtains, and brewed a pot of good tea.
If they ran into someone they knew, they would have the nerve to talk to them symbolically, but if they were too embarrassed to hide behind the curtains, they would be afraid of being recognized.
Meanwhile, the scholars and refined guests came to praise the Guiyu Pavilion's magnificent appearance tonight. It dazzled everyone's eyes and made it very lively. Later, he would recite a poem to match the Flying Flower Command. Admiring flowers and passing wine, punishing oneself with three cups of wine for failing to compose a poem.
Youyu felt that the muscles on his face were a little sore because he kept smiling. After the guests entered the building one after another, he hid in a corner to stretch his cheeks.
"Youyu, what are you doing here?" Lord Zhang appeared in front of him and asked curiously.
"Hey, why are you late?" Youyu asked him back.
Hou Junsu, who was standing beside Lord Zhang, said apologetically, "Lord Zhang was waiting for me, so I was delayed. Please forgive me."
Youyu looked at Hou Junsu. He was different from yesterday. Yesterday, he was wearing formal clothes and looked proper. Tonight, he stood under the illumination of the Guiyu Pavilion's lights. He was wearing the new standard patterned casual clothes, which made him look young and energetic. He was not as stiff as yesterday.
"It's fine!" Youyu said, "Take a seat. I've reserved seats for you on the second floor."
"Thank you, Your Excellency, for coming to the Returning Jade Pavilion tonight. It's really beautiful. You live up to your reputation." Jun Su's eyes were clear as she looked at the jade. Her voice was slightly excited.
Youyu smiled and said, "Jun Su is too kind."
Youyu had seen this play many times, but tonight, he was also interested. He sat at the tea table on the first floor, watching the performances on the stage.
The sorrowful singing voice, the frown between the eyebrows, the lotus steps on the fingertips. Youyu was mesmerized.
The young masters he was familiar with were all different people on the stage.
In fact, his father had never allowed him to watch a play, nor had he been allowed to learn. Other than reading in the room, he couldn't do anything else. Youyu felt that deep down, her father still felt that this play was despicable.
It was ridiculous. His father, who looked down on vulgar people from the bottom of his heart, had been dealing with this all his life. If he could learn it back then, he might have become an actor. Just a casual shout would have attracted the applause of the audience.
He thought about this nonsense while drinking. The shadows of the people in front of him were indistinct, sometimes overlapping and sometimes separating.
Suddenly, he turned his head and tried to look at the roof. There seemed to be a shadow, but he felt that it was just an illusion.
Damn, drinking too much makes me an old man. It's easy to feel sad. He felt that way.
After the play finished, the banquet was full of cheers. The servants on the second floor would tell the servants next to them to find the person on the stage later to drink with them.
The banquet began. People from all walks of life entered the private rooms. The screens and incense had already been set up. There was even a zither player playing "Beautiful Night Guide" in the room.
The delicacies on the table were also arranged. The senior took the seat of honor, and the juniors waited for the seniors to take their seats before taking their seats. Different people entered different private rooms. If one wanted to go to another private room to drink, they had to be recommended by an acquaintance.
The performers on the stage washed away Caizhi and the young masters they had interacted with and entered the banquet to talk and drink together.
When they drank to their heart's content, the game would be played. The losers would be punished with drinking. The young masters were all proficient in the Drinking Game and the Flying Flower Game. The losers were often the guests, and they were willing to drink the cup of wine that they were bound to lose.
Usually, Youyu was very busy at such banquets. He had to go to each private room and talk with them before leaving. But tonight, he asked Lao Song to help him deal with it. He drank too much, so he ran to the garden to get some fresh air and sweat.
The garden was far away from the lights and voices. Youyu walked along the pool, his head dizzy.
The night wind blew, and he scolded himself in his heart. What's wrong with me? Tonight is such an important occasion, but I actually got drunk. I can't drink as much as I want on a normal day. Sigh.
Then, he saw someone standing by the pool. When he got closer, he realized that it was Hou Junsu.
"Hey, Jun Su, why are you here? You didn't drink with Lord Zhang? "Youyu asked him.
Without the bright lights, Hou Junsu's face was hidden in the shadows. Youyu couldn't see him clearly. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the humble and respectful attitude he had before had disappeared.
"I'm looking for the toilet, Young Master." His voice was calm.
"Didn't the servants tell you? How rude. "Youyu was puzzled and said.
"It's just an excuse. Can't Young Master see it?" Hou Junsu turned his body towards the pool. The water in the pool was reflected on his clothes.
"What?" Youyu felt that he didn't hear clearly. "But I'm also puzzled. If you're looking for the toilet, why did you come here?"
"Yes." Hou Junsu replied.
"You can't hold your liquor. Hahaha. You're afraid that you'll get drunk. Those lords love to tease the new officials." Youyu said with a smile.
"No, I just want to find out more about this place." Hou Junsu's face was facing the floating pool. He didn't look at him.
Youyu was dizzy from the wine. He staggered over.
"What's there to find out about this place?" Youyu asked puzzledly. He felt that the Hou Junsu in front of him was somewhat inexplicable.
"Look." Hou Junsu pointed to the center of the pool.
"What?" Youyu looked at the pool that was glowing with moonlight.
"There's nothing?" Youyu turned around in confusion. But he suddenly found that Hou Junsu was standing behind him. Their faces were only a few feet apart. He felt that Hou Junsu's breathing became heavier. Then he felt like he was in the night wind. Hou Junsu grabbed him and they fell into the pool together.
In front of Youyu was the full moon. Under the night sky, the branches and leaves shattered everything in front of him. Only darkness was left.
In an instant, he seemed to have heard something. Young Master is such a smart person. How could he not understand? There was no time to think. Hou Junsu's body was taller than him. The boundless water pressed him tightly to the bottom of the pool.
"Ah!" Youyu cried out in alarm. He was completely sober from head to toe. He found himself standing in the pool. His whole body was wet. When the wind blew, he shivered. There was no one around. Only the flowering trees swayed gently.
What's going on? Could it be that he was drunk and hallucinating? How could he be so stupid to fall into the water and end up in such a sorry state? Forget it. Let's go ashore and change first. Youyu climbed ashore. He shivered as he returned to his room.
By the time she was done changing her clothes and sobering up, Youyu entered the private room that Lord Zhang was in.
He heard Sun Yizhi's voice when he was still at the door. 'Sun Yizhi, this fellow,' Youyu thought to herself, 'his anger dissipates pretty quickly.'
He opened the door. The banquet was in full swing. Everyone stood up when they saw that Youyu had arrived.
"Everyone, there's no need to do this. Sit down, sit down, and drink." Youyu said to everyone with a smile.
Lord Zhang sat at the head of the table. Sun Yizhi was sitting on his right. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and he couldn't stop smiling. Hou Junsu was sitting on his left. He also had a happy look on his face.
Youyu saw that there was an empty seat next to Jun Su. He had no choice but to walk over and sit down. Everyone continued to drink and chat. Youyu's mind wasn't on the content of their conversation. He secretly glanced at Hou Junsu.
Hou Junsu was sitting on the chair. He was listening to their conversation carefully. He responded promptly and drank glass after glass with everyone.
There wasn't a trace of moisture on his body. His hair and clothes were dry. He didn't look much different from when he first arrived.
Was he wearing this set of clothes when he first arrived? Youyu answered his own question. Yes, it was this set of flower-patterned casual clothes. He remembered this correctly. At this moment, his expression was also one of respect.
Hou Junsu seemed to sense Youyu's gaze. He turned his head and happened to meet Youyu's eyes. His eyes were clear and there was a smile in them. "Sir, what's wrong?" Jun Su asked.
Youyu immediately looked away, only to realize that everyone was looking at him.
"Youyu, it's your turn," Lord Zhang said.
"Ah? What? "Youyu was at a loss.
"It's your turn to play the drinking game," Lord Zhang told him.
Youyu was in a daze just now. He didn't care about the drinking game at all. Hence, he held it for a long time and didn't answer.
"Since you can't answer," Sun Yizhi looked at Youyu with his drunk eyes. "Haha, then you have to punish yourself by drinking three glasses. Drink!"
Everyone was led by Sun Yizhi and started to kick up a fuss. That's right, that's right, drink, you have to drink three cups!
As Youyu cursed Sun Yizhi in her heart, she thought, 'No, no, I can't drink anymore!' Youyu was about to say, "No …"
Hou Junsu's voice sounded beside him.
"Let me drink these three glasses of wine on behalf of Sir Youyu." As soon as he finished speaking, Hou Junsu stood up and drank three glasses.
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