Monarch of Evernight: Seven undercurrents

bsp;There are antique banquet tables in the hall, which are arranged on the left and right sides of the hall. The walkway in the middle is paved with sapphire, and somehow it shines in the twilight. A group of more than 20 dancers moved gracefully to the music of bells and pianos. In the whirling veil, exquisite and embossed curves were looming, and with soft expressions, no singing was better than sound.

Sitting in the first seat on the left is Zhao Junhong. Next to him was a tall man, less than thirty years old, with a calm demeanor, and his eyebrows were very similar to Song Zining’s. It was the Song Zicheng they just mentioned.

Most of the seats in the main hall were full, and there seemed to be people of all kinds, not all close to each other. This is a public place where the band performs, and the venue is not reserved for anyone. However, those who can sit in are direct descendants of the Song Dynasty, and at the very least, they are powerful branches.

The Seventh Young Master of the Song Dynasty was famous for his love for beauties and fine wine, and he was a frequent visitor to music studios everywhere. A servant had seen him from a distance and ran over to lead the way.

At this time, the singing and dancing in the venue took a break, and the dancers divided into two sides and saluted to the left and right seats at the same time. There was a burst of cheers in the hall, and the men glanced at them up and down with bright eyes, making comments.

Qianye and Song Zining walked to an empty seat, and not many people noticed them at all. Song Zining swept towards the field, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said: “Are these the beauties trained by Zhiyuan? It’s really interesting.”

The servant leading the seat was about to say something when he turned around and saw another person hurriedly walking in at the door. He immediately smiled and said: “Seventh Young Master’s eyes are as bright as fire. Look, Mr. Zhiyuan is here.”

The person who came was a young man in his twenties, cheerful and cheerful. He was Song Zhiyuan, the youngest son of Uncle Gu Xun. And the girl Qianye met at the entrance of the arsenal was his compatriot sister.

After Song Zining introduced both parties, the three of them sat down together.

Song Zhiyuan spoke highly of the group of dancers he trained, and immediately waved over the two of them to hold the pot and pour the wine. His attitude was very enthusiastic and was not neglected by the fact that Qianye was just a guest warrior. This shows that Song Zhiyuan and Song Zining must have a pretty good personal relationship.

Qianye felt that this scene was a bit noisy, and his nose was filled with various aromas. The spices used by the Song Dynasty’s singing and dancing girls are of course the best. They are all quiet, natural, subtle and moving, and they are different from the cheap perfumes used by women in taverns on the Evernight Continent. After smelling it for a long time, the overwhelming fragrance seems to penetrate deep into the bone marrow, making you addicted.

Song Zining on the side was joking with the little beauty enthusiastically, and then several people turned the target of their teasing to Qianye.

The dancer with a purple dahlia in her hair stood with her back to Qianye, her soft waist bent down as if she had no bones at all, and she held a bottle of wine steadily in her mouth. , all the way to Qianye’s mouth.

Not only Song Zining and Song Zhiyuan, but also the people at the table next to him also cheered. At this time, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became more and more lively, and the group of dancers dispersed to each table, holding pots, and were trying their best to persuade people to drink, which caused bursts of laughter from time to time.

Qianye smiled, reached out and took the wine cup from Wu Ji’s mouth, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Song Zining couldn’t help but put his hand on his forehead and said, “Did you ask for it?”

The dancer who handed the wine still maintained that posture, but at this moment she suddenly moved, her slender waist stretched slightly to the side, and she actually kissed Qianye’s cheek, who was very close at hand.

Song Zining couldn’t help but burst into laughter, put his hand on Qianye’s shoulders and said, “Good brother, don’t let this beauty down.”

The lips of this dancer are very soft, and surprisingly there is not a strong foreign fragrance on her body. The first thing that hits her nose is the fragrance of the dahlia on her temples, lingering with a wisp of alcohol, which is invigorated by the girl’s lively breath. It moves and mixes into a tone that makes people’s blood flow accelerate.

Qianye didn’t hate this feeling similar to being tipsy. He reached out and pinched Wu Ji’s chin and kissed her directly. The dancing girl let out a cry, and pushed her soft waist back again, completely flattening her body, and she actually lay on Qianye’s lap. Her lips and tongue warmly welcomed him, and they were connected and intimately nurtured. .

Suddenly, Zhao Junhong, who was the first person to take the seat, raised his head and raised the wine glass in his hand towards Song Zining.

Song Zining’s eyes flashed, he raised his glass happily and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Junhong immediately turned away and started talking to Song Zicheng beside him.

This little move has actually fallen into the eyes of many people in the palace. Everyone who should know what happened between Song Zining, Song Ziqi and the Zhao brothers on the road to Wendao Manor in the afternoon already knows.

But even Song Ziqi, who had left someone behind to watch the whole process from a distance, couldn’t tell what was going on. The attendant only saw Zhao Jundu and Song Zining. Before they said a few words, Song Zining’s guest warrior threw a punch. Before the two of them made any obvious movements, Zhao Junhong reached out to stop them. Then Song Zining and his guest warrior turned around. Leave.

However, no one dares to easily judge friends and foes based on this. The Fourth Young Master of the Zhao Clan is famous for his bad character. Over the years, anyone who has heard about it knows that even if he is fighting with someone, it is best not to get involved, as he might hit you first and then kill the opponent. In comparison, Zhao Junhong is simply a good person. At best, he is just arrogant.

So, although Song Ziqi failed to find trouble with Song Zining and suffered a clear loss, no one laughed at him for retreating so easily. If it were them, they would have no choice but to avoid it. Although normally, the children of the high-ranking family should share the same surname with others no matter how they fight internally, but facing the Zhao brothers, few of the younger generation of the Song clan have such courage.

Song Zhiyuan whispered in Song Zining’s ear: “Second Young Master Zhao, I have a special regard for you!” Song Zhiyuan had witnessed the grand scene when Zhao Junhong came in before, and it would be an honor for the Second Young Master to even look at you, let alone Say hello proactively.

Song Zining smiled and said nothing. Under the current situation of the Song Dynasty, this kind of different view can only be a blessing and a misfortune. It just suppressed the incident that Zhao Jundu had inexplicably blocked the road before. It neither built up momentum for him nor caused him to suffer from it. affected.

Zhao Junhong has always had a mediocre reputation, but after several contacts, Song Zining felt that this second son of the Zhao family should not be underestimated, his behavior was very measured, and he was definitely a man with a big heart.

At this time, Zhao Junhong stood up from the table and walked out of the side door alone. Song Zining also stood up and walked out of the hall.

Qianye let go of the dancing girl in his arms, stroking her silky long hair with his hands, turning his head to look thoughtfully. And the dancer gasped, her cheeks were on fire, and she clung to him like a pool of spring water.

The moonlight is just right outside, and the force lamps are dotted in the courtyard with exquisite flowers and trees, which is charming and beautiful.br/>

Song Zining walked to the end of an uninhabited path and saw Zhao Junhong’s figure appearing. He couldn’t help but smile and said, “Brother Junhong, do you have something to say to me?” In the surrounding area, autumn suddenly appeared, and several fallen leaves were hovering. Slowly falling, the realm of “Three Thousand Floating Leaves Jue” isolated internal and external sounds.

Zhao Junhong was not uneasy because he was standing in someone else’s field. He smiled and said: “Zi Ning has achieved such achievements before he became a general. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in the Song Dynasty. It is a pity. , time is not on your side.”

Song Zining was slightly startled, then smiled and said, “Brother Jun Hong, are you going to talk about me?”

Zhao Junhong said: “If you are interested, Zi Ning, any of the legitimate daughters of the Zhao clan will allow you to be your wife. Even Zhao Yuying is not out of the question.” Under the Fourth Young Master of the Zhao Clan and Zhao Ruoxi.

A chill suddenly rose up Song Zining’s spine, and cold sweat broke out on his palms. This was actually the third marriage invitation he had received this year. The proposers all ignored his noble marriage contract. However, that was not a good thing, as it meant that the proposers also ignored the will of the Song clan.

If the attitudes of the several independent princes cannot explain anything, then the significance of Zhao Junhong’s raising this matter is completely different. You must know that Zhao Yuying’s status in the Zhao clan is now just higher than that of Song Zining in the Song clan. Bringing her up for marriage certainly does not mean marrying her into the Song clan. Zhao Junhong asserted so directly that he had no time, so there must be a reason for his words.

Song Zining was silent for a while, then said calmly: “Second Young Master Zhao is really kind and loving.”

“This is also what the fourth brother meant.” Zhao Junhong smiled as before and said, “There are many things at home, and we will leave early tomorrow morning, so it is better to resolve the misunderstanding between me and Zining as soon as possible.” He paused After a pause, a trace of melancholy flashed between his eyebrows, and he said: “Fourth brother actually just hopes that Qianye can be safe. If he acts a little impatiently, please forgive Zi Ning.”

Song Zining suddenly laughed, “Let me tell a story to Brother Junhong.”

“About half a year ago, I helped Qianye kill one of his enemies, a major general commander of the Evernight Expeditionary Army. That was a civilian division commander. Of course, that is what is recorded in the military files. In fact, he was Huai The illegitimate son of the third head of the Yangwu family.”

At this point, Song Zining and Zhao Junhong suddenly turned their heads together, and Qianye was walking along the path.

Song Zining just nodded to Qianye, let him in, and then continued.

“That man built a city single-handedly, which shows that he is quite talented. Later, I don’t know when he knew his life experience, and when he resumed contact with his family. Anyway, when we attacked him, he ruled Some of the transactions below are closely related to Huaiyang Wujia Sanfang.”

Qianye was stunned when he heard this. Song Zining was talking about Wu Zhengnan.

“However, when the taboo transaction between him and the dark race failed and was investigated, the situation was not actually at its worst at that time, but the third room of the Huaiyang Wu family remained completely silent and cut it off as quickly as possible. trading channel.”

“The most interesting thing is that although the Huaiyang martial arts family’s secret combat skills are no more than this, they still belong to the family. However, he did not receive the inheritance from his family. Instead, in order to repair the hidden damage of the military expedition, he sought blood from the blood clan. Fusion, and finally fell into the dark side.”

After Song Zining finished speaking, there was an oppressive silence on the spot.

After Zhao Junhong’s expression changed several times, he finally smiled bitterly and said: “I think I understand what you mean, Zining.”