Chapter 36 In the Fireworks Square, Outside the Shumei Building

"That year, the spring was deep, and the fragrance was soft. Embroidered shoes are idle. Liu Xialangjun sang softly, and a song attracted his eyes back. He was not far from the two of them. When there is much gentleness, the tent is lingering, and the sky is getting brighter and people are lazy. May we stay together for a long time, and finally have the most helplessness. Don't cry for the rest of your life. Each cherishes and thousands of mountains. With the railings alone, it is difficult to meet each other.

The jade finger stroked the pipa string, and the woman gently opened her cherry lips and sang softly. The clear sound was like crying and talking, not full of sadness.

Bingjing stared at a pair of curious eyes, looking left and right, and saw the smoke on the attic hanging down and shadows, but he saw a woman in tulle dressing through it, holding a jade pot pouring wine, or holding a fan to half cover her face, softly persuaded wine, and the idlers in robes were polite, or Friends raise their glasses and talk slowly, or talk and laugh freely with the beautiful people, or stare at the singing stage surrounded by the purple mantle. The woman who sings the piano shakes her head with the beat, and there is no frivolous behavior.

The scenery was surprised, thinking that the brothel was not as dirty as she thought.

Yes, at this time, she had changed into men's clothes with Su Lian and sat on the second floor of the flower pavilion of Qianlao Pavilion, the most famous brothel by the Liuguang River.

Cherry and Qiuyue were dressed as small men, dressed in green and brown clothes. Standing aside, the cherry was still as calm as before. Qiuyue looked around frequently and exclaimed in a low voice from time to time: "Look at those women, such a thin gauze, they don't even wear bottom clothes inside. Tutut, it's really obvious." Look at the man in red with mandarin embroidered on his belly pocket, and his collar is too low. It's really shameful.

Yijing heard it so funny that she coughed shallowly and glanced at Qiu Yue. The meaning in her eyes - the girl should calm down and don't make a fuss. This is a brothel, not a tea party for nobles.

Su Lian saw that Yijing came here for the first time, but he was calm as usual. Even if he was a little curious, he did not look shy and twisted. He appreciated it greatly. He closed the fan in his hand and explained to her, "It's the blue sky and the day. Those serious dung bets haven't come out to look for flowers and willows, so quiet, no It suits me. In the evening, it will be lively here. If you want to listen to Du Yuniang singing, you have to come at this time.

After saying that, he pointed to the exquisite dishes on the desk: "In addition to the beauty, this Qianrao Pavilion is also one of the best. What I want is light and delicious, but it is difficult to taste it anywhere else."

Yijing immediately agreed and nod his head. The major restaurants in Jingyangjing are mainly based on dishes with complicated practices and strong flavors, such as Guoxiang, Bai Longyao, and soft beef intestines. It is said that they have spread in the court of the previous dynasty and are sought after by countless nobles, but they rarely see these light dishes in front of them. Today, they are taught She ate happily.

While talking, Du Yuniang on the stage of the song had finished singing, but she got up gracefully and gave a charming salute. When the cheers around her were not finished, she sat down again, smiled, hugged the pipa, and then moved her jade finger, and the cheerful tune came out smoothly.

Before the cherry lips rose, the charming eyes were wave, and the beautiful scenery felt that the atmosphere was a little hotter, but in this square attic, in the low drooping smoke, spring suddenly became bright.

but listen to her enchanting singing——

"Hung the drums to beat the gong slowly, the gong stopped listening to the drums and singing, and also sang all kinds of gossip. I have heard me sing*, reached out to touch the silk on my sister's face, the dark clouds flew halfway through the sky, reached out to touch the front of my sister's head, and the heavenly court was full and addicted..."

This is a very provocative * in the folk workshop. It is sung softly by the beauty and the continuous autumn waves. Even if those idle humanists are not like dans, they are all excited and ambiguous in the applause.

The calm and steady cherry girl couldn't help blushing, and Qiu Yue was even more anxious.

Yi Jing and her little aunt Su Lian are still still full of spirit, one holding chopsticks and one holding a fan, beating in a beat.

Tut, thanks to these two masters, they are the wife, not Lang Jun, Qiu Yue's belly slander.

In addition to relish, Su Lian's bodyguard without armor came forward and whispered a few words. Yijing didn't hear what he said, but only saw that the little aunt's expression was suddenly very delicate, and her dark eyebrows were raised high - according to the experience of the scenery, the little aunt was going to be ruined again!

The scenery is very curious.

Su Lian said lightly, "Today, it's really a coincidence."

What's the coincidence? What's the coincidence? Yijing was about to ask, but he saw Su Lian whispering to the bodyguard again. As soon as the bodyguard turned around, he went straight to the singing stage.

At this time, Du Yuniang had already done another song. I don't know what the bodyguard said. Yingying Qiubo looked this way--

Bingjing thought excitedly, did the little aunt find the kabuki to accompany her?

Sure enough, Du Yuniang handed the pipa to a woman in an apricot gauze behind her, and she continued to sing, and then led a girl who looked like a maidservant to walk this way.

After all, it's a woman dressed as a man. Su Lian and beautiful scenery are still a little low-key. They only want the elegant seat separated by the back screen. Because they are far from the singing stage in the middle, they didn't see Du Yuniang's eyebrows very clearly just now. At this time, when she approached--

A bright red gauze coat, embroidered with a golden magnolia, and a slightly open front, revealing a touch of jade-white skin. A string of coral beads on the neck are set off by the snow-white. Between the slender waist and gently swinging, the lotus steps slowly, and the bright red gauze skirt is like a lake stained with glowing, ripples; two thin willow eyebrows, just like a new moon like a hook, a pair of charming The eyes are hazy and the smoke is hazy, with small and fragrant lips, more charming than the red cherry blossoms in March. With a smile, the teeth are like braided shellfish, which is breathtaking.

What a good one - beauty disaster.

"Su Jialangjun, I haven't seen you for a long time." Du Yuniang bowed to Yingying.

The scenery is amazing! My aunt... seems to have frequent contact with disasters.

A glance like the spring breeze between flowers, Du Yuniang glanced at the "little Langjun" beside Su Lian and smiled charmingly.

Yi Jing suddenly felt a little at a loss. Looking at Su Lian, she was still elegant. The old god was there, and she admired her little aunt in her heart, so she pulled it up again.

Waiting to keep his mind and sitting on the wall to watch, Su Lian told the bodyguards mercilessly: "Take Xiaolangjun downstairs and wait for me."

Yi Jing suddenly became depressed. She also wanted to see how her little aunt could have fun. It was a pity that she fell in love with such a disaster.

Reluctantly and helpless, the scenery went downstairs step by step, surrounded by cherry, autumn moon and several bodyguards.

On the first floor, there are also women singing on the singing stage, but no matter the voice or the amorous feelings, it is much worse than Du Yuniang. The scenery has no intention to watch and walks out of the lobby.

As a famous fireworks workshop in Kyoto, Qianrao Pavilion covers a very large area. The courtyard is divided into two places by the flower pavilion just now. The back/court has not gone. I don't know how the scenery is. You can see this front yard, surrounded by carved beams and flower buildings, planted with gorgeous roses. Under the golden sun, there is nothing else in the brilliant and huge courtyard. Green plants, you can see the colorful flags and red gauze, wrapped around the scarlet beams, full of beautiful eyes.

In addition to the flower building that entertains guests to feast and listen to music, there are also attics on the left and right sides. It seems to be a separate box. There is a row of beauty lanterns hanging on the front window of the door. Because of the blue sky and the day, it is not lit, but the figure of the enchanting woman on it is still clear at a glance.

Imagine the lively and beautiful scene in the gentle countryside when the night is quadrangled and the colorful lights are brilliant...

No wonder so many heroes, literati and coquetts are left, not to mention those rich tycoons.

The scenery is quite unsatisfactory when stepping on the path paved with white stone.

Before I went out, I saw a round drum and bright...

I took a close look and saw that he was a man in his early twenties.

This life has a fat head and big ears, full of ointment, but also wears an extremely luxurious round-neck brocade robe, with a vermilion on the bottom, embroidered with golden peony, especially the tall belly, which is very graceful and luxurious. Thanks to the man's big belly and round waist, he can hold out such a big flower!

It is very disproportionately with the huge head, the black silk that is so thin that it almost exposes its scalp, wearing a golden crown.

The scenery was dazzling and subconsciously gave way to the side.

The man held his head high, raised his fat chin, stood in the court and shouted thornily, "Where has mom gone? Seeing Ben Langjun coming, why don't you come out!"

With the sound of pneumatic mountains and rivers, the carved doors of the boxes on both sides opened one after another. Many beautiful women appeared, and the attic suddenly turned purple and red.

"Oh, it's Zhu Jia Dalang here again."

"Lang Jun, why did you come so early today?"

Many of the beautiful people standing on the attic are not hesitate to wink at the golden-bellied man.

The Zhu family Langjun glanced at the beauties and actually poohed: "Mediocre powder."

Yi Jing only felt that there was a cold in his bones, and the chicken skin full of his arms was active, and he couldn't help holding his forehead.

It seems that such a person is the standard prostitute/guest in the legend.

However, an enchanting woman quickly walked out of the banquet flower pavilion, crossed the scenery like a gust of wind, shook the peach-red silk handkerchief in her hand, and fell on Mr. Zhu: "Zhu Lang, please quickly."

Zhu Jialangjun stood still. As soon as he stretched out his hand, an attendant handed over a one-foot-long brocade box, and then waved his hand. The two little men put the big wooden box on their shoulders into the court.

When the lid of the box was lifted, it turned out to be full of silver ingots.

See Mr. Zhu light up the brocade box again——

There is a sound of inhalation all around.

In that box, there are neat gold bars, which is dazzling.

The old pimp smiled brightly: "Zhu Lang, you are going to..."

"What do you want?" The fat-headed and big-eared Jin Yuanbao raised his eyebrows and stared at his triangular eyes: "Don't be careless with me. I use this box of silver and a box of gold bars to buy the girl in red**!"

This is really the name of the prostitute/guest! The scenery was breathtaking, standing in the corner of the yard and watching with interest.

The old lady's smile stiffened, and the peach-red silk handkerchief was also taken back: "Zhu Lang, you are embarrassing my concubine. Yesterday, in front of so many noble men, the concubine had something to say first. The girl in red had to wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival before you can bid. Those who have a high price..."

"It's really amazing. With so much gold and silver, I can't satisfy this old girl. I don't know how beautiful the girl in red is." The autumn moon is sounding.

Binjing noticed the old pimp's eyes, which seemed to be inclined to a hollow window.

In the window, a red coat flashed by.

Jin Yuanbao listened to the old woman's refusal, but was not annoyed. He only threw the box of gold bars into her arms: "I will wait until August 15th. Let's see if anyone dares to rob people with him at that time."

After saying that, he shook his hand arrogantly.

As the box of silver was carried away by the servants in the brothel, the madam returned to the flower pavilion with a box of gold bars with a smile. The warblers and swallows in the yard sighed or enviously and yawned back to the room. Suddenly, the bright red reced and the courtyard returned to quiet.

Yijing led people out of Qianrao Pavilion and ended this trip to look for flowers and ask willows.

Because she was wearing men's clothing, she and her aunt did not travel by car, but rode a horse.

There have been guards holding mounts and waiting on the Liuguang River.

In the midsummer afternoon, the Liuguang River carried the golden sun and slowly headed east.

At the bank of the embankment, the willows hang down, and the sound of the warbler is the same.

While the painting was driving, there was a faint sound of the piano singing.

In the green, there are children playing in the blue shade, and there are many idle people walking among them. Occasionally, there are women holding paper umbrellas, three or two companions, looking at their clothes and dressing up. They are all from civilian backgrounds. I think they come to take advantage of the leisure time to visit this river. What's more, there are many fragrant cars one after another. They must be taken by aristocratic women. This streamer river is not only a brothel, but also has many teahouses and restaurants. Along the Qingshi Road, all of them are carved beams and painting pavilions. There are also ladies and noble women who gather here and sit in the box to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the river.

The embankment is scattered, and there are some small stalls, operating rouge gouache and purse rings. Naturally, it is not a precious thing, but it has attracted many ordinary people to choose.

It is not as noisy as the city, but it is also very prosperous.

Binjing stood by the road, looked at the surrounding scenery for a while, and asked the bodyguard, "Do you recognize Zhu Jialangjun?"

The bodyguard lowered his head and replied, "I know a little about it. That man is the son of Shuntianfu."

"That girl in red..." The scenery is curious.

This dung bets a hundred dollars, but may not be able to buy a beautiful woman's spring night. The girl in red is really the flower leader of Kyoto.

"The girl in red is good at singing and dancing. She has always been the flower leader of Qianrao Pavilion, but she is still a virgin, which has attracted many noble children. Qianrao Pavilion's mother finally let go and said that it was on the Mid-Autumn Festival that she asked guests to bid to buy red**." When the bodyguard said this, he suddenly realized that Yijing was still a boudoir daughter, and he really shouldn't say that to her.

Yi Jing didn't care and asked, "Do you often come here with your aunt? Have you ever seen red?"

The bodyguard had to answer bravely, "I've seen it."

"Are you really born to be beautiful?"

"It's not necessarily... But with excellent dance skills and barbarian blood, he is more beautiful than others. In fact, it's just praised by my mother."

When Qiu Yue heard this, she was also very curious: "It is said that prostitutes are humble, and prostitutes are lower than cheap status. If these powerful children commit crimes, they can be robbed. How can it be worth wasted with so much real money and be fooled by an old lady?"

The bodyguard wiped the sweat on his forehead and saw that Wu Niang was also looking at him, as if waiting for an answer. Then she whispered, "The girl doesn't know that prostitutes are humble, but the owner of this brothel may be implicated in which rich family. Besides, there are many high-ranking people in this brothel, which are enough to support the old lady. , whether it's a ranger or not, few people really dare to play tricks in the fireworks workshop.

Although the brothel is a lowly business, the Dalong Law Order allows such a place to exist, and the behavior of officials whoring/prostitutes is not restricted, but it is stipulated that they are not allowed to go in and out in official clothes. Therefore, it is common for dignitaries to ask about flowers and night. It is said that Emperor Taizong also wandered around the fireworks workshop in those years. Many Huakui have the right to support them. Since there are established rules, most people are also willing to abide by them. Horizontally and vertically are looking for fun, and they can't be forced to play tricks. Maybe they have offended some noble people, and it's not cost-effective to go.

After all, in Kyoto, there are many powerful people, and the major nobles are twined. No one dares to say that he is dominant.

While talking, he saw Su Lian strode out of Qianrao Pavilion, dressed in a lake blue gown, shining under the golden sun, with eyebrows flying and high spirits, not like a daughter of a boudoir.

Take the rein and jump over: "Let's go to Shumei Tower!"

Where is Shumei Building? Another brothel? Yijing, with her mind full of paste, also got on the horse and followed her aunt all the way west along the Qingshi Road.

It was not until I saw a plum blossom sign on the sandalwood bottom that I realized that this was not a brothel.

"Your own place, you just need to be at the bottom, you don't need to follow." Su Lian got off his horse and gave a sentence to a group of bodyguards, as well as two small followers, Cherry and Qiu Yue.

Home? This means...

Before he could figure out, Yijing was taken by Su Lian's arm and entered this room under the shopkeeper's nod and bowing attention... He looked around carefully and found that it was a teahouse.

is also a two-story attic, going up along the wooden ladder. The second attic is covered with black wood. The aisle is more than three feet wide, and the terraces are built on the left and right sides. The transparent space is separated by bamboo screen painting fans. Each room has a folding fan, and when opened is a sealed box.

Su Lian took the scenery and entered the first room on the right side.

The platform is covered with bamboo mats and sandalwood strips. At the top of the screen, it is jade-white silk yarn, so the lighting in the box is very bright.

A pot of fragrant tea and a set of fine porcelain tea sets have been placed on the case. On both sides of the case, there are four square short-footed beds, covered with dark purple brocade mats for people to sit on, against the partition screen, and a row of sandalwood with drawer low cabinets, with green potted plants and strange root carvings.

The window is open, and the streamer river can be seen.

There is an embroidered painting hanging by the window, and several red plums blooming on it, and the fragrance of plum blossoms around the nose is a little more clear.

There are another few in front of the window, in which is a crystal basin with ice cubes, which is enough to relieve the summer heat.

Although the box is not big, it is more than enough for four people to sit idle.

Coupled with a display of utensils, they all show exquisite and gorgeous, but the fragrance of books is very different from the beauty in the brothel.

"This is..."

"My princess's dowry." Su Lian smiled proudly: "How about it? Is it elegantly decorated?"

"My aunt used to like plum blossoms." The scenery suddenly realized.

Su Lian waved his hand: "I don't like those flowers and plants, but the steward said that these scribes all like a plum and bamboo chrysanthemum. They are the main guests of the teahouse. They are decorated like this, which can also cater to the tastes of the guests."

Yingjing is very curious: "How much does it cost to drink a pot of tea in such an elegant place?"

"Take a pot of Mingqian tea as an example, plus some refreshments, it's about 20 taels."

Just now, they ate a large table of delicious food in Qianrao Pavilion, as if they were only 20 or two.

My aunt is really rich. She can't help but figure it out. If she is nervous, she may be able to squeeze her.

I was calculating as I was, but my aunt stretched out and pushed me and pointed out of the window: "Look..."