Chapter 83 Hot hands destroy flowers
The weather is warm and the wind is cool, and several daughters dress up in the mirror. The sun shines brightly. The children of the rich family lie on the phoenix bed and refuse to leave their delicate hands.
Mo Xiang gently pushed Qin Shubao, and Qin Shubao waved his hand impatiently, with the inkstone in his arms.
"Young master, it's time to eat."
"No. Eat."
Mo Xiang had no choice but to go out with the food. After a while, she rushed out, grabbed the food in Mo Xiang's hand, took a few bites, and turned back.
For this, Mo Xiang is angry and smiling, and half of his stomach is angry.
In the afternoon, Qin Shubao got up quietly and looked blankly at the front, sleeping a little too much.
After a simple meal, Qin Shubao went out and went straight to the place of fireworks.
After eating a few cents of wine with Li Yu, Qin Shubao no longer disturbed Li Yu's good deeds and took Zhao Meng to the drunken Xianglou that Li Yu said.
The reason why they went to the zui xiang lou is that they dug a woman from elsewhere. The pipa is unique and her appearance is unparalleled. Today is the day to thank her kindness with art.
Zhao Meng found a wing for Qin Shubao. When the two were alone, Zhao Meng said, "Master, I heard that this Zhirou girl is as beautiful as a flower. One day, the flowers in the garden are closed. Third Master, do you think this is not divine?"
Qin Shubao tapped Zhao Meng's head with a folding fan and said, "Do you believe it? If she says that her legs are like hands and the ball is like a snake, I'm really convinced.
Zhao Meng smiled and said, "I haven't heard of this, but I heard that her hands playing the pipa are like snow, scattered one after another, and I can't tell whether it's true or false."
"That's interesting."
For a noble dhod, appreciating skills is more interesting than appreciating the body, but people have a beautiful figure, and those are all virtual.
After waiting for a fragrance, an old pimp finally came out to greet him. Qin Shubao enjoyed the tea made by the Qing people and looked down from time to time.
After the old woman finished speaking, two silk mantles were lowered on the stage, and the two women came to the stage from behind, dimly and could not see their appearance clearly.
Qin Shubao smiled at the mysterious things, as if the people who came were very clear.
The sound of Guqin and flowing water, Qin Shubao did not hear anything amazing, and secretly scolded the drunken and fragrant building in his heart.
The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and there was a sonorous sound, like a silver bottle suddenly cracking, and like a pearl falling on a jade plate, which was really a wonderful hand.
Qin Shubao drank well downstairs and everyone clapped their hands and nodded. The sound of the pipa took over, as fast as rain, and the graceful women's style came to the stage.
"So you are playing with this hand!"
The people downstairs woke up like Qin Shubao.
The sound of the pipa is then sluggish, but it is like ten thousand horses running in the sky, sultry and magnificent.
A random sound broke the calm.
The sound is like a sharp arrow, short and sharp, continuous, one wave at a time, like the tide rising and not retreating.
Qin Shubao looked at the woman's fast-moving fingers behind the silk mantle and really praised it.
"Bang!"
The strings are broken and the remaining sound is residual.
"Good!"
Qin Shubao shouted loudly, and the string was broken without losing a kind of interest.
A general's order urged the horse to raise the whip, his heart was full of attention, and won countless cheers.
Zhirou looked up at Qin Shubao and was gently blessed, but seemed to salute everyone. The two maids pulled open the silk veil, and Zhirou's face was veiled. If she did not speak, it made people hot-blooded.
When Zhao Meng saw that Qin Shubao was dull, he gently stabbed him and said, "Young master, do you think this Zhirou girl can really make Jiaohua ashamed?"
Qin Shubao's soul entered the body, and some people who dared not watch the stand again staggered back to their seats and gasped and said, "Mengzi, I'm going to meet Zhirou today. You raise the price for me. If there are people who dare to suppress the price, you can sign up my name."
When Zhao Meng saw Qin Shubao's face was not good, he bent down and asked, "Master, are you all right?"
Qin Shubao waved his hand and didn't want to talk, and Zhao Meng could only stand at the window to prepare to bid for Qin Shubao.
Holding the abdomen tightly, a trace of pain spread from the bottom of my heart to my mind, like a dagger inserted in my abdomen.
"What an infatuated man!"
The woman on the stage is like a martyred woman at the beginning, and her heart is like a knife at first sight.
Qin Shubao was not sure whether the woman on the stage was the same person, but his heart really hurt.
"Songzi Zhang is willing to drink wine and talk with the wise girl with fifty taels of silver."
"Eunzi Li issued 60 taels of silver!"
"Youyou, Mr. Wei will pay 80 taels of silver!"
"My young master will pay 100 taels of silver!"
As soon as the shout was hot, Zhao Meng said, "Master Qin, two hundred taels of silver."
Hearing Zhao Meng's shout, the atmosphere suddenly weakened. Now who doesn't know Qin Shubao in the wind and moon field.
Two pressures, no one can shake the limelight.
The old pimp is so unlucky that she has to hope that someone can raise the price with her ancestors, otherwise the Zhirou who has just been dug in is just a joke.
shouted five times in a row, but no one dared to pay the price.
The old girl's face was dark, she pretended to smile, and said loudly, "Miss Zhirou will drink with the third master today."
The good atmosphere was destroyed, and Zhirou bowed slightly, turned around and left the stage.
The old pimp climbed upstairs and congratulated Qin Shubao. Qin Shubao pulled out two silver tickets and said impatiently, "Let Zhirou come up."
After receiving the thin two silver tickets, the old pimp smiled and complimented a few times, and then went out downstairs.
Half-pillar incense passed, but he still didn't see Zhirou come up. Qin Shubao ordered Zhao Meng to go down and call the old pimp to come up.
"Miss Zhirou, do you look down on me?"
The old woman covered her face with a hand towel and smiled, "The third master is angry. Although Zhirou is a dusty woman, she also knows some etiquette. Isn't she bathing and changing clothes? Third master, sit down for a moment, and I'll urge him."
Qin Shubao nodded slightly and ordered the herdant to continue to make tea.
After six channels of tea, the sweetness has faded, and there is still no wisdom and softness coming up.
When Zhao Meng saw that Qin Shubao was impatient, he went downstairs and threw the old man into the room. Qin Shubao picked up the old man's chin with his toes and asked softly, "Do you want me to invite him in person?"
The old pimp shook her head in fear, quickly got up from the ground and staggered out of the house. The tea-brewer was so scared that she dared not move.
"Continue making tea."
The pimp hurried to Zhirou's room and knocked on the door. A girl opened the door. The pleading went in and begged, "My good daughter, go quickly!" If you don't go, my old bone will be torn down by that dage.
"Mom, what's the hurry? Isn't it the worst dung bee in Bianliang City? Is it necessary to panic like this?"
Seeing what Zhirou said so lightly, the old girl was not happy and said, "If you don't want to see him, I'll go back to him. But it's me who suffers from dragging like this. Don't blame me for not reminding you. The bad dage in your mouth is the cruel man who interrupted the hands of the son of the servant of the Ministry of War. It's not easier for him to come to you than me.
Zhirou, who didn't change her clothes, threw away the green silk in her hand, smiled fearlessly, and said, "Thank you's mother to remind me that I'll change my clothes now."
The old pimp's face was cold, snorted, turned around and left. Zhirou shouted from behind, "A word from my mother, just say that I'll go there now."
The old pimp didn't look back. Zhirou snorted coldly and said unwillfully, "What is he? Think about when my Zhirou has been insulted like this! What happened to him for a while? Third Master? Does he deserve it? When the third master comes, he will definitely look good.
She is proud of her talent and has someone behind her. She really dares not pay attention to Qin Shubao.
The old man smiled and said Zhirou's words to Qin Shubao again. Qin Shubao picked up the purple clay pot with a smile, swayed back and forth in front of the old man, and asked, "Would you like to wait with me?"
The old pimp nodded hurriedly, afraid that Qin Shubao would 'miss' and stood in the room uneasily. The old pimp resented the coquettish fox in her heart.
"Dongdong"
The knock on the door sounded, which made the old duckling breathe a sigh of relief in vain. The door was pushed open, the intelligent style entered, and the skirt mopping the floor was as colorful as a flowering.
Qin Shubao narrowed his eyes and was too lazy to get up. He knocked on the table with his right index finger and asked, "Miss Zhirou, what drama are you singing? Are you still wearing a veil when you enter my room?
Zhirou saluted sideways and said, "Zhirou only promised to drink with the prince, but she didn't say that she would not wear a veil."
The old woman's heart was instantly throated by Zhirou's words, and she really wanted to slap her a few times.
"Of course, it's just a joke!" Zhirou smiled, lifted the veil, picked up the teacup on the table, and apologized, "Zhirou has just bathed and changed clothes for a long time, and I have apologized to the third master here."
The old pimp patted his chest, and this false alarm was really big!
Qin Shubao closed his eyes and did not look. Zhirou's face stiffened, but he still smiled brightly.
"It doesn't look like it! I thought I would meet her early!"
Qin Shubao's inexplicable words made several people in the room confused.
"But you really want to bully me, at least change the breastplate inside. Bathing and changing clothes, that's very nice!"
Zhirou's body stiffened, and the old pimp's palms and backs were sweaty, and she was so anxious that she didn't know how to round up.
Looking at Zhirou, Qin Shubao asked softly, "Miss Zhirou, am I saying?"
Zhirou said with a smile, "The third master is joking."
He carried a purple clay pot, filled himself with a cup of tasteless tea, smashed his mouth, and got up and said, "Miss Zhirou, the pipa is good, but it's a little worse. Let me wait for so long that the tea is tasteless.
"Of course, you are tasteless!"
Step forward, raised his hand and smashed the purple sand pot on Zhirou's face, and immediately became bloody.
The pot is broken!
Face flower!