The Jin Dynasty was open to folk customs, and always liked to buy spring collectively.
When Lu Yan and others arrived at Nanqu, Pingkangfang, the sky was still bright. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a number of literati, who were already obsessively talking about the graceful figure behind the curtain.
Sun Xu is a frequent visitor here. When the old man saw him coming, he immediately squeezed out of the crowd, walked over and greeted, "The official is here."
With this voice, the girls on the second floor that provoked all looked towards the door—
Between the red lights, there was a man, who was particularly conspicuous in the crowd of people.
He was dressed in a moon-white long gown, with a black cloak on the outside, a jade crown, and a palace sash.
Such a rare visitor can't help but make those well-informed girls also interested.
The eldest mother's eyes are so sharp, she just glanced at it and knew that this man is not an ordinary master, she laughed and said: "I dare to ask a few masters, are you sitting in the hall today or setting up a private seat? "
The popular point of this statement is to ask, are you here today to enjoy singing and dancing, or to find a girl for the night
Sun Xu touched the tip of his nose.
On weekdays, he would probably embrace Wen Xiang and fall asleep, but today is different. After all, Master Lu is the first time to come out for a drink with them. He has to listen to others and say, "Where does Brother Lu want to sit?"
Lu Yan didn't change his face, and looked at the mama with a frank look: "Is the top card here today?"
As soon as these words came out, Zheng Jingzhao and Sun Xu's eyes doubled.
The two of them really didn't expect that this noble and noble man could play.
The top card of Wenxiang Garden is called Yunzhi. Not only her poetry is good, but her dancing skills are also excellent. It is rumored that as long as she has eaten the wine in her glass, there is no man who can hold her back.
Hearing that Lu Yan ordered Yunzhi, the old bustard was overjoyed, thinking that he was here because of his fame, and hurriedly said to a little girl, "Go, call Yunzhi down for me, and say that there is a distinguished guest."
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The three entered the courtyard, and as soon as they sat down, the maids brought exquisite wine utensils and a variety of snacks.
Following a burst of pipa minor tunes, I saw a few beautiful and graceful girls lift up the bamboo yarn and staggered in.
After being seated, they played the drinking order as usual.
These girls are all night connoisseurs. They are not only brilliant in writing, but also interesting. They say a couple of obscene words from time to time, which immediately set off a fever in the room.
The red candles flickered in the house, Yunzhi looked at the suave-faced man beside him, secretly happy, and couldn't help but take the initiative.
She leaned closer to him and deliberately breathed into his ear: "If the official doesn't like to play these things, then the slave will dance for you, okay?"
It is said that after hearing such words, the old iron tree is about to bloom, but this alone, Master Lu, his ears are not even red.
He only stared into Yunzhi's eyes.
Lu Yan gave birth to a pair of peach blossom eyes. At first glance, it seemed romantic and affectionate, but if you look closely, you will find that it is full of sophistication and loftiness that only famous families have.
It's hard to hide the affection, and the alienation is evident.
But with such a pair of eyes, Yunzhi's heart, which has been tempered for a long time, was instantly hooked to a third of his soul.
She raised her hand and poured a glass of wine, handed it to him, and said with a wink: "This dance is over, if the official is satisfied, then finish the glass, okay?"
Lu Yan took it, glanced at her, and said nothing.
Yunzhi got up with a smile, and removed the outer cedar. She hooked him with her eyes, wishing she could do her best to dance in front of him.
But every time she worked hard, Lu Yan's eyes sank.
In less than a moment, patience ran out.
He secretly squeezed the cup in his hand, feeling extremely bored. He never imagined that he would not feel the slightest feeling when he watched Chang'an Pingkangfang's most famous top brand beating up.
No feeling at all.
It was completely different from seeing the third girl of the Shen family.
He put the cup on the table with a click.
Seeing his actions, Yunzhi thought he was dissatisfied, and her dancing wrists hurriedly paused. She stared at Lu Yan in a daze, and said, "But the slave is not good at dancing?"
Lu Yan's side-to-side chat was just fun, and it was not easy to leave early, so he raised his cup, drank it, and said to Yunzhi, "No, you continue."
Hearing this, Yunzhi's whole face turned red, and his heart was sore and swollen.
She had to see that he really didn't mean anything to herself.
Doing the math, today was the first time she felt so embarrassed since she became the top card.
After dancing to a song, Yunzhi didn't dare to make a sound.
Instead, he poured wine for him honestly, and he only followed him to drink two glasses.
After about an hour, the wind suddenly picked up outside, and the wind-blown doors and windows rattled, making people chill.
The taste of the wine was on his head, Zheng Jingzhao blushed, looked into the distance, and said quietly: "Why is it snowing again?"
Sun Xu looked outside and echoed: "Since it's snowing, let's go here today, otherwise it will be curfew and the road will not be easy to walk."
Zheng Jingzhao nodded again and again, and immediately, all three got up...
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I don't know if there was a problem with the wine yesterday, or because of the wind on the way back.
When Lu Yan woke up, he had a splitting headache, his eyes were blue, and even his throat became hoarse.
He raised his hand and pinched his Adam's apple, and the dream from the night suddenly flashed in his mind.
Immediately everyone laughed.
He actually replaced the face of yesterday's top card with hers. It was obviously the same dance posture, but for some reason, his taste suddenly changed.
It's like a glass of plain white water turned into a throat-burning spirit.
Really fucking obsessed.
Today is the day of taking a break. After Lu Yan went to treat his grandmother, he sat alone in the study, coughing lightly from time to time.
His eyes were swollen, and he couldn't even read the book in his hand.
Upon seeing this, Yang Zong hurriedly brought him a cup of hot tea.
Lu Yan took it, flipped the tea lid, and just took a sip, when he heard Yang Zong say: "This tea was just bought by the eldest princess from the Mengjia tea house in Xishi."
Lu Yan had been drinking well, but when he heard the word "Xishi", the tea passed his throat.
I have to say, sometimes thinking of someone is like coughing.
Endure, can not bear.
After Lu Yan stopped while clutching his chest, he suddenly realized that he couldn't go on like this.
He knocked the tea lid in his hand crunchy on the rim of the cup, and said hoarsely, "Prepare the car, I'm going to the West Market."
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The snow did not stop yesterday, the road was icy, and some shops closed early.
Walking to Baixiang Pavilion, Lu Yan's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Snowflakes fell on the umbrella one after another, making a rustling sound. Yang Zong looked up and couldn't help but be surprised.
Why is there someone... standing in front of the Baixiang Pavilion
Song Jian leaned against the door frame and smiled at Shen Zhen, "If the three girls are willing to kiss me, I will buy the box of rouge gouache in front of you. You don't have to pretend to be arrogant. I know you are short of money." Jane is the only son of the wealthy businessman Song Mo, and one of the most famous dudes in Beijing.
Qingxi stood in front of Shen Zhen, "Our girls don't do business for people like you."
Song Jian laughed non-stop, "My kind of person, what kind of person am I?" After speaking, he waved at Qingxi again: "Go away, how can you speak."
He pushed Qingxi away and forcibly took Shen Zhen into his arms, "Good sister, ask your brother to give you a kiss, and your brother will double the price for you. Who can you buy for this price?"
Shen Zhen had been prepared for a long time, and when he touched her, she immediately pulled out the pearl hairpin on her head and stabbed him.
Song Jian blocked, but she still stabbed the back of her hand.
Shen Zhen's black hair was let loose, blowing in the wind.
Against the backdrop of this snowy sky, she was like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world and lost her spiritual power.
Those red and stubborn eyes instantly extinguished Wang Jian's fire.
He persuaded him nicely, "Shen Zhen, today is the eighth day of the first lunar year, I pity Xiangxiyu, that person from the Jinshi Qianyinpu may not be the case, you are so stubborn, when the tenth day of the first lunar month, both you and your brother will suffer. At that time, you will cry. I can afford the debts of your Shen family. Who else can you ask for besides me? "
After saying that, he rolled up a strand of her hair again.
Today's last ray of sunshine was buried in the depths of the clouds at the seventh quarter of Shen Shi. Lu Yan grabbed the umbrella in Yang Zong's hand, and suddenly clenched it tightly, his knuckles faintly pale.
He strode forward, grabbed Song Jian by the back of the neck, and tugged hard. The ground was too slippery, and Song Jian couldn't help but stumble back and fell into the snow outside.
Before Song Jian could see who was sulking him, she heard the door of Baixiang Pavilion slam shut with a bang.
He got up and yelled at him while ordering his entourage to smash the door in, but before he could finish shouting, Yang Zong blocked his mouth.
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Lu Yan closed the door and looked at Shen Zhen.
He stared at her from top to bottom.
His eyes suddenly settled on the plain white sachet on her waist, and on the sachet, the word "Zhen" was embroidered very clearly.
The objects in the dream appeared in front of him one by one.
The corner of his mouth suddenly curled into a smile, a resigned smile.
Maybe God is hinting to him that those weird dreams and the past lives that the Taoist priests said are true.
He kept his mouth shut, just dumped the money on the table with a "crash", looked into Shen Zhen's eyes, and said dumbly, "I'll buy a box of this money, is it enough?"
Shen Zhen froze in place, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
She has never been ashamed of buying and selling sympathy.
But today is different from the past. Compared with the money in front of her, the self-esteem of her daughter-in-law is nothing.
She couldn't sign the contract, and neither could Shen Hong.
She lowered her head suddenly, bit her lip, and held back her tears. She kept fiddling with the money on the table with her thin white fingers, and said with a trembling voice, "Your lord gave too much, these are enough."
As smart as Lu Yan, how could she not know what she was thinking
"Last time I took a fan from you by mistake. If I read it right, the Junan Waterfront on the fan was painted by Mr. Chunzhi. His pen and ink are worth the money." After that, he looked at Shen Zhen again. : "Tomorrow, I will send someone to pick it up."
Lu Yan turned around and just put his hand on the door knocker when Shen Zhen chased after the door and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."
His back stiffened, and he said hoarsely, "Don't thank me."
no need to thank me.
Shen Zhen, you really don't need to thank me.
If I, Lu Yan, wanted you, I would be more shameless than them.
The author has something to say: Mr. Lu really has a lot of money.