Fu Mingrui didn't know that there were really more than two worlds of yin and yang in this world.

In the hall, Yao Guangguang and Fat Buddha have already moved hand in hand from behind Lian Youyou to the direction of the backyard. They want to chat with beautiful men, so we two big fat people don't want to make oil lamps here, and Fat Buddha's bald head , at night, as bright as the moon

Lian stood leisurely under the eaves of the corridor, watching Fu Mingrui who wanted to come in behind the rain curtain but dared not come in was also funny. That kid was frightened, but he couldn't resist his own curiosity. This obsession with the truth was also doomed He became detective material.

She turned around and sat back on the bench, snapping her fingers: "Papa."

"Fat Buddha, welcome Fu Mingrui in." As a result, no one answered. Lian Youyou was stunned for a moment, blinked, and looked into the hall, it was empty, it was intentional to leave the space for her and Fu Mingrui to be alone~~~

This... She Lian Youyou doesn't care, but will Fu Mingrui blush?

Lian Youyou smiled wickedly. Just as she was thinking about how to tease Fu Mingrui, she saw that the blue and white curtain in the backyard had been lifted by that familiar slender jade hand.

"Hey, I didn't expect it to be so sticky." Lian Youyou raised her hand, flicking bangs seemingly casually and whispering. She smiled silently, her eyes were already sly.

Lin Tingjun walked out with an umbrella, and looked at Lian Youyou expressionlessly: "The old man said, Fu Mingrui is here?"

"Well, it's at the door, you go and meet me." After pointing to the door, Lian Youyou picked up a clean wine glass and placed it in He Shiqi's place, with a smile on her lips.

Lin Tingjun glanced at her, and quietly walked to the hall door, with a "shua", the oil-paper umbrella opened, propping up a rain curtain.

The heavy rain was pouring, hitting the oil-paper umbrella with "crackling", like a group of naughty children throwing stones at Lin Tingjun's oil-paper umbrella, each with strength.

Fu Mingrui stood at the gate, neither entering nor retreating. While hesitating, he saw a white figure walking indistinctly through the rain.

His heart suddenly jumped and his face started to flush uncontrollably. He was an imposing man, but he actually asked a woman to hold an umbrella to greet him.

He also turned his face sideways in shame, and folded his hands in embarrassment when the white figure approached: "I'm so ashamed, and Miss Laulian came to pick me up."

"Wow-wow-"

"Crackling—"

Standing under the oil-paper umbrella, Lin Tingjun stared coldly at Fu Mingrui's downcast blushing face, his thin lips parted, "She won't come to pick you up." Lian Da is so lazy, how could he pick someone up by himself?

When Fu Mingrui heard it was a male voice, he was taken aback for a moment, then raised his face and saw Lin Tingjun. At that moment, he was really embarrassed and just wanted to bang his head on the door.

Lin Tingjun looked at him coldly: "Hello."

Fu Mingrui was startled, her beautiful face froze for a moment in front of Lin Tingjun.

Lin Tingjun's face was sullen: "Are you coming in or not? I don't want to talk to you here with an umbrella." Lin Tingjun's black eyes were darker than the rainy night at the moment, like a raging dark flame inside Burning instantly gives people a strong and tight sense of oppression, like the Dark Emperor of the Night descending suddenly, even demons and ghosts dare not breathe presumptuously in front of him.

Fu Mingrui felt the pressure from Lin Tingjun. Instead of being afraid, he suddenly woke up and became calm. Stepping into Lin Tingjun three times, looking at him with a gloomy expression: "Thank you." The two low words brought out the majesty of his half-door master.

Lin Tingjun cast a disdainful glance at him, then turned around and led him into the Nine Gates.

Candlelight swayed in the hall, casting a layer of golden light on the rain curtain under the eaves.

Fu Mingrui stared at the white figure behind the golden rain curtain three times. She was pouring wine into an empty wine glass beside her. The calm, secluded expert, just watching, the restless heart due to the secular world will gradually calm down.

Lin Tingjun and Fu Mingrui stood together under the eaves of the corridor. Lin Tingjun closed the umbrella, shook it lightly, and leaned against the door. Immediately after entering, Tipao sat in his original position, picked up the wine glass, and there was already a glass of sake in it.

The small jug is full of wine. This is the wonderful use of the elixir bottle left by Taishang Laojun. The wine that has been stored in Laojun's elixir bottle still has a special clear and mellow aroma. After drinking it into the mouth, the fragrance will remain on the teeth and cheeks, and the whole body will feel comfortable.

Lian Youyou stretched out her hand, and patted the table on the left side lightly, where He Shiqi had been before: "Sit down, have a glass of wine, and build up your courage first." In front of her plain hand was a glass of wine.

Fu Mingrui finally calmed down, but Lian Youyou's words grabbed her tightly again. He raised his robe and sat beside Lian Youyou. I don't know if it was because of that sentence, or because Lian Youyou was beside him, his heart beat faster and bulged again. He hastily grabbed the white porcelain wine glass in front of him and drank the wine inside.

I don't know if this glass of wine strengthened his courage or his heart.

The sake entered his throat, and in an instant, he felt like a stream of clear spring water running through his whole body, making Fu Mingrui feel as cool and comfortable as if soaking in a bathtub at home...

When he was immersed in this special refreshing feeling, Lian Youyou also slowly opened his mouth: "That night... Ma Yun went to Saixiang Pavilion..."

eight days ago...

Bustling Kyoto, sleepless at night.

Just after You Hour, the nightlife is about to start.

In the southern city of Kyoto, there are rows of red lights, people coming and going, bustling.

Restaurants, teahouses, casinos, and brothels are full of voices.

People who are busy during the day, at this time, is the time to truly release their nature.

People say that a hundred ghosts travel at night. What I said is that it is not the real ghosts that come out at night to scare people, and the Pluto does not allow it, but the ghosts hidden in people's hearts.

People who hide their true nature with serious skins during the day reveal all kinds of monsters and goblins at night, wanton indulgence.

In the restaurant here, there are gluttons.

In the teahouse over there, there are gossips.

The casino in this room is a gambler, and the brothel in that room is naturally a pervert.

This is called: a hundred ghosts travel at night.

Ma Yun is the son of a majestic Shangshu, he is one of the most charming sons in Beijing, and the people who come and go with him on weekdays are also the sons of dignitaries. Although he doesn't do big evil things, it is common to molest women from good families. Fortunately, he is timid by nature and has not done anything too outrageous.

Because Ma Yun is the only child, Ma Guanqun and his wife loved him very much. Seeing that he didn't like reading, they gave up long ago. Ma Guanqun also prepared money for Ma Yun early, and prepared to buy a leisurely official when he had enough fun, and he could eat and drink till he was old.

There are many official titles in Beijing, and the emperor will not study each one in detail. Therefore, under the eyes of the emperor, some officials arranged some idle jobs for their family members. They didn't have to do anything, and they wouldn't cause trouble.

Every night, Ma Yun must call his friends to go to the first-class brothel in the capital: Saixiange. He even heard that a new batch of young chicks had arrived in Saixiang Pavilion, waiting to be married and blooming, so he wanted to come and try something new, to see this charming lady.