Chapter 39 Hua Kui competes for the wind! Next

After Huang Ying finished speaking, the green onion moved the pipa with her thin fingers. Her skills were superb. There was a bell ringing of pearls and jade, and the gap between the yellow warbler and the sound of the pipa gently opened her red lips, and the wonderful voice floated out in an instant.

The sound of the pipa is like a big bead and a small bead falling jade plate. The voice of the yellow warbler is crisp and ethereal, but it brings some faint emotions. Song Yi couldn't help but immerse himself in this sad and sad voice.

In this era, there is no Queen Li, and naturally no one will really know that the person who wrote this word is actually a lost king. Huang Ying's voice is really melodious and changeable, and the turning point between delicate and desolate sadness is delicate, but it won't make people feel sad.

After singing the song "Sing in the Dark Night", Huang Ying was still provoking the pipa string. She changed a tune style and sang it again, but it was another aesthetic feeling of unness like a woman under the moon.

After the song, the atmosphere on the field paused slightly, and then Dou Niande suddenly gave a high-five, and Wang Kuanglu also seemed to wake up from the beautiful notes.

"Wonderful! Wonderful... Good words, good songs, it's really wonderful to enjoy such an atmosphere with Kuang Lugong today! Haha..." Dou Niande said with a big smile.

Wang Kuanglu also praised with a smile. It was the first time he heard Huang Ying's voice, but it was true, and he felt a little shocked.

This dinner was eaten for about an hour. After Wang Kuanglu and Dou Niande later waved away Huang Ying, they began to ask Song Yilai about some ideas and details of the new ship. Wang Kuanglu is barely half a craftsman who knows how to ship, while Dou Niande knows nothing about it, but Song Yi's explanation and analysis are extremely simple, and even Dou Niande understands it after listening to it. The two praised Song Yi as a talented person. Dou Niande even sighed that if Song Yi was not reused in Wang Kuanglu's house, he would definitely put these talents into the public gate as a job of a literary staff. If there is a shortage in the future, it may not be known that he will become an official.

Of course, the words after drinking may not be taken seriously. It's true that Wang Kuanglu and Dou Niande were happy. They persuaded each other to drink and drink repeatedly. On the contrary, Song Yi was more like accompanying them. In this banquet, who is the host and who is the guest is actually very vague.

Later, Dou Niande and Wang Kuanglu were slightly drunk before saying goodbye, and the joy on their faces was beyond words. After going downstairs, Song Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief! From beginning to end, because they were too interested, Dou Niande and Wang Kuanglu actually ignored the basic question of asking Song Yi's background.

Wang Fu had already prepared a carriage downstairs to wait, and the steward of the magistrate had already helped Dou Niande get into the carriage and said goodbye to the magistrate. After Song Yi and Wang Fu helped Dou Niande get into the carriage, Wang Fu drove the carriage slowly to the royal palace.

The night is gloomy, but there is a silver moon hanging in the air, covering the earth with a layer of graceful brilliance. Bianzhou City is still a prosperous scene under such moonlight. There was a vendor carrying a mallet full of sugar-coated haws. Finally, he shouted a few times, thinking that after selling the remaining few strings of sugar-coated haws, he would go home to eat the food left by his wife. The sky in the distance was even a little red, looking at the direction of the red and pink place on the edge of the Liang River. Compared with these hustle and bustle, the shops on both sides of the street are closed, leaving only one or two dim lanterns outside the shop with dim yellow lights.

What Song Yi didn't know was that in such a night, in the restaurant, on the painting of the brothel, the central figures and topics he talked about were all around him. If in the past, the name of Mingyuelou Tanhualang was only spread among the romantics who often went to the brothels in the brothel, then from this night on, the whole Bianzhou City was discussing the matter of being invited to the royal palace by Wang Kuanglu with the courtesy of Mr.

In the Mingyue Building, the mother's heart is not to meet the past clients, and occasionally shows her smiling face to the guests. In fact, her heart has been disturbed by talking about Song Yi among these people, but in the end, it can only turn into a long sigh.

In the Xiaofan Building, because the date of the Golden Autumn Huakui Competition is approaching, Ning Shishi is also the top card of Xiaofan Building. During this period, there are naturally more romantics who come to this Xiaofan Building to see the peerless Ning Shishi.

Ning Shishi doesn't mean that anyone can see it. Only some big rich people who can afford high prices can spend a lot of money to sing a song or something. If you want to be a guest of a flower leader like Ning Shishi, money is probably not enough. Most of the scholars who are not rich still expect a rich man to spend money to invite Ning Shishi to dance, so that they have a chance to enjoy Ning Shishi's demeanor together.

But when the romantics in the Xiaofan building, they can't even imagine what Ning Shishi is busy with at this moment. In their hearts, Ning Shishi should be hiding in the room and doing boudoirs such as embroidery or painting flowers and birds. What no one expected was that Ning Shishi was doing something in the room at this moment that would make anyone see a nosebleed, except for Song Yi.

The red candle was filled with pink tears in exchange for the swaying light. The doors and windows of Ning Shishi's room were closed, and a faint fragrance of women filled the whole room, and what made people's blood swell was a kind of gasp from the room at this moment.

Master Ning's face was crimson, and her sweat was slightly sweating out. She twisted her body, like a charming beauty snake, her slender waist and limbs twisted delicately, the crisp chest tightly wrapped under the long red skirt was full of ups and downs, and her buttocks were swaying with charming arcs from time to time.

In any era, the erotic dance can undoubtedly attract the attention of men, not to mention Ning Shishi, who is wearing a big red dress at this moment. Although she only exposes a small touch of snow-white skin on her chest, the light of some sweat stains on it is enough to cause fatal to men.

Ning Shishi always felt that the dance posture taught to him by Song Yi was a little dissolute and devious, even if she herself was a woman in a brothel. But even so, since Ning Shishi danced this dance, he couldn't stop getting up. Because every time after this dance, Master Ning will have some indulgent pleasure spread all over his body according to his delicate face in the bronze mirror. And of course, with her mind, she can know that Song Yi is actually right. Even she is a little ashamed of herself with such a dance posture, not to mention those sultry scholars and scholars?

The lights are bright in the mansion of the Wang family. The carriage stopped at the wide gate. Song Yi got out of the car first, and then helped the half-drunk Wang Kuangru into the house with Wang Fu. A housekeeper had already ordered the maid to quickly prepare sobering tea, and some maids ran to the backyard to inform his wife.

After entering the house, there is naturally no matter of Song Yi. The rest of the things are busy with the maids. Song Yi walked to the courtyard of the nurse's family, and then went to his room to get his clothes and went to take a bath. At this time, Wang Wu happened to enter the family's courtyard...

It was slightly bright. As soon as Song Yi got up, the door of the royal palace hurried to tell Song Yi that someone was looking for him. In addition to being panicked, his face was also a little strange.

Song Yi walked out of the house suspiciously and found that Master Ning, who was slender, raised the curtain of the carriage carriage with a straight face. After seeing Song Yi, he hummed coldly, "Come up!"

"I... This doesn't seem to be very good." Song Yi showed a little embarrassed. He thought that it was really inappropriate for him to leave early in the morning before he started work.

"Don't worry! If something happens, I will beg Mr. Jiangcheng to plead with the master's house for you. Ning Shishi said coldly.

Song Yi looked at his door with a strange look at the door of the royal palace, thinking that if he didn't go with Master Ning, wouldn't it be more embarrassing if Master Ning had any dispute with him at this door? I had no choice but to lift my foot into the carriage and enter the car with a little powdery fragrance of Ning Shishi.

After Song Yi got on the car, the groom driving Xiao Fanlou waved the whip, and the carriage began to move slowly.

"If something happens, you have to come to the palace to look for me in the early morning. You know it's not good for me. Song Yi said with a slightly unhappy face.

"Huh! Instead, you blame me? Why don't you say the good things you did yourself?" Master Ning said in an angry and cold voice.

"Good thing? It seems that I haven't been in the city recently. How can I offend you?" Song Yi asked confusedly.

"Insect... You keep pretending..." Ning Shishi frowned his delicate eyebrows and said with a disdainful sneer.

"I don't have time to fool around with you. If you have something to do, just say it quickly. If there is nothing important, I will get out of the car. Don't forget, I'm just a keeper of the royal palace, not a master. I don't have time to mess with you!" Song Yi was slightly angry.

"Oh... You are still pretending to be indifferent. What is this..." Master Ning waved his hand angrily and threw a piece of white paper at Song Yi.

Song Yi took the white paper and looked at his beautiful little words.

"Speakless to the West Building.... Oh! Well, how can you have it?" Song Yi was slightly surprised. Isn't this the song "Wu Ye Ting" he wrote in Zui Xianju last night?

"Huh! Aren't you going to explain? You promised me to help me win the crown of Huakui, but what do you mean by writing such a word for Huang Ying? Do you know that this word is circulating all over the city now and the interesting story between you and Huang Ying? You... It really made me angry..." Ning Shishi said, and his face turned slightly red with anger, with a unique coquettish amorous feelings.

Song Yi suddenly realized that Master Ning was competing with the yellow warbler because of such a trivial matter.

"Did you come to me early in the morning just because of this little thing?" Song Yi said without laughing or crying.