The girl who entered the room to sing was Sang Wen, a famous singer in Kyoto. When she wanted to go, it was not easy for the rich and powerful to see her.
The reason why Fan Xian recognized her was because more than a year ago, when she spent the summer with Wan'er Ruoruo's family at the summer resort west of Kyoto, the girl Sangwen was invited by Wan'er to stay in the villa. Sang a little song all afternoon.
At that time, the breeze came from the lake, and there were three girls, sister Wan'er and Ye Linger, sitting beside Fan Xian. It was really the most beautiful time since his rebirth, and there was a line in the song sung by this girl Sangwen, "Meeting suddenly The line "clothes and silk clothes" fits perfectly with the scene when Fan Xian and Wan'er first met in the Qing Temple, so he was particularly impressed with this girl.
After Sang Wen entered the room, he gave a little blessing, and sat down in the lower corner with a blank face, holding a musical instrument similar to a pipa in his arms, and said in a clear voice: "What music do you guys want to hear?"
Fan Xian frowned slightly, knowing that the other party didn't recognize him, but didn't know if the other party still remembered the few words he wrote to her. Last summer, in the summer resort, Fan Xian copied a section of Tang Xianzu's wonderful speech and gave it to the girl Sang Wen, and Sang Wen relied on this speech to become more famous in the capital, but he followed Fan Xian's instructions and did not disclose it. The real author of this speech.
"Sing the first decree of laurels."
Fan Xian half leaned against Yan'er's soft embrace behind him, with his eyes slightly closed, he casually clicked on the most common song, but he was wondering in his heart how a singer with Sang Wen's identity could be won by Baoyuelou, And... sent out casually? In addition, this Yan'er is obviously not a vulgar product, could it be said that her identity has been spotted by the owner of Baoyuelou
Twice, ding ding, pulled Fan Xian out of his suspicions. He smiled slightly, and thought he was right, even if Baoyuelou knew his identity and deliberately tried to please him secretly, he didn't have to worry about anything, the procurator of the night, at worst, the censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate would come to intervene a few more times.
Sang Wen's eyebrows are slender, indescribably weak, his lips are not painted with red dan, so they look a little light, his facial features are beautiful, the only pity is that his cheeks look a little wider, his face looks a little bigger, and his mouth seems to be bigger than that. The general standard of beauty is a little wider.
I saw her flicking her fingers on the strings, her lips parted slightly, and she sang: "Why did you hide your skirt so wide? She shaved her skin for jade, her waist faded for fragrance, she didn't touch a spoon for food, she slept like a pancake, and her breath was like gossamer. I have to use it to cover up my death, so what is the excuse for honesty? After a long time of trouble, it was originally a joy of getting married, but it was a deep lovesickness." (Note 1)
The singing voice was graceful and gentle, especially when she sang the line "Qi Ruo You Si", Yan'er, who was lying behind Fan Xian, breathed a little harder, which was extremely provocative. Fan Xian listened with half-closed eyes, and found a wine glass beside his lips. He didn't open his eyes, knowing that it was Yan'er who was feeding the wine, so he opened his lips and drank it. He felt warm all over his body, a charming and relaxed atmosphere, and he felt really good. , I feel that it is good to just relax for a night like this. As for who the owner of Baoyuelou is, it will not be too late to find out in the future.
But after the last few lines of the song, the atmosphere in the room became weird. Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes, looked at Sang Wen who seemed to be unaware, and confirmed that the girl didn't recognize him, but Deliberate indifference, perhaps because of an awkward situation with Baoyuelou.
The last few sentences describe the meaning of the song clearly. This little order of folding laurel is all used in everyday colloquial language, and it actually vividly depicts a wife's bitter lovesickness and hidden resentment because her husband has not returned from a long journey.
The song is simple, the lyrics are simple, but the meaning is good. It is worthy of Sang Wen's status, but... at this time, everyone is having a night out with prostitutes, but she sang such a song, which is really a bit unpleasant.
Seeing Fan Xian's calm expression, Miss Yan'er was a little frightened for some reason. She quickly poured another glass of wine, brought it to his lips, and begged softly, "Mr. Chen, this Sister Sang is well-known in the capital." Singer, you can’t see ordinary young masters, look, how about letting her choose some cheerful songs for you?”
Sang Wen didn't seem to expect that the girl with a red card from Baoyuelou would rescue her. There was a trace of gratitude in her sad eyes. She didn't want to make Yan'er suffer because of her resistance, and she knew that The previous song I chose was really inappropriate, so I quickly got up and gave a little blessing and said: "This... Mr. Chen, it's Sang Wen's fault."
Fan Xian snorted, but didn't say anything.
Everyone in the room looked at his expression, Shi Chanli and Deng Ziyue didn't know what the lord was going to do. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian immediately turned into a smile, and said: "The scenery and personnel affairs in this capital are really different from those in Jiangnan. Even Xiaoquer, the first good place, persuades people to be kind."
The girls finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this joke, and Yan'er quickly responded with a charming smile: "Young master has gone to be good, so how can the slave family make a living?"
Fan Xian patted her legs with a smile, and slid his fingers over Yan'er's slender and elastic thighs, taking advantage of her, not letting her rub her shoulders, and sitting side by side drinking.
Sang Wen regained his energy, smiled slightly, and sang another Gui Gui Ling: "The real fairy in the dream of Luofu, the double lock snail maid, the nine halo pearls. The willows are delicate and soft, the spring onions are delicate, and the autumn lotus roots are evenly round. The wine cup Erli Yangji is a little shy, and the painting is calling out to the beautiful girl. May I ask you, the moon is setting, what year is it?" (Note 2)
As soon as the words fell, Fan Xian was the first to give a good compliment, and said sincerely: "Good singing skills." Looking at Yan'er's charming face in his arms, Fan Xian said with a smile: "This Xiaoling, it turned out that it was actually about Yan'er, The spring onion is delicate, and the autumn lotus root is evenly rounded..." His hand unscrupulously followed Yan'er's finger and forearm into the sleeve, pinched it, and gently lifted Yan'er's chin with the other hand, admiring: "What a beauty! , it’s just that I drink less alcohol, and I don’t have that shy red.”
He looked back at Shi Chanli, who was hugging the prostitute with lust in his eyes, and his face flushed red, and joked: "So this sentence is about you."
Seeing his funny words, all the girls couldn't help covering their lips and laughing. Yan'er took two wine glasses with a sweet smile, touched him and drank a full cup, but felt a burst of emotion for no reason. In a daze, this son is really a master at mobilizing emotions in the field, is it really like what Sister Yuan said... he is actually a member of the government
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It was late at night, and Deng and Shi, who were already ready to move, were driven by Fan Xian to the house on the side of the courtyard. The sound insulation here is excellent, and for a long time, the happy voices of those men and women could not be heard. Fan Xian couldn't help laughing, thinking that Deng Ziyue might still be able to maintain a trace of clarity in the Lingtai, but he didn't come from three different places, so it would be difficult to find any news about these prostitutes, and Shi Chanli, a scholar, might have been taken by those girls for a long time. They stripped and devoured. When drinking before, he tasted a small amount of aphrodisiac in the wine. He knew it was a common method used by these brothels, so he didn't care.
In the room, Sang Wen had a vigilant look on his face, carefully looking at Mr. Chen on the couch, wondering what it meant for him to stay after the banquet was over.
Yan'er, who was dressed in fluffy clothes, licked her loose hair, looked at Mr. Chen, and was also a little surprised. Thinking that the person Baoyuelou was staring at tonight wanted to kill two birds with one stone, she felt a little uncomfortable. No matter what, she was also a red lady of Baoyuelou, so she didn't expect that this young man would not Satisfied, she forced Sang Wen to stay in the room—she knew that the building had spent a lot of thought and demolished a yard in order to snatch Sang Wen over. But Sang Wen is not a prostitute, and has a small reputation in the capital. He promised that he would never spend the night with the guests.
Just as he was about to put on a smile and break down a few words, unexpectedly, the young benefactor tonight pulled himself up, and he felt a heat in his body for no reason, and fell limply in his arms.
Looking up, Yan'er could still see the faint smile on Fan Xian's face, and her heart trembled. Together with the young man's smile, the few pockmarks on his face did not seem to be an eyesore at all. A gentle and amiable smell, indescribably alluring and close.
"I troubled you to rub my shoulders earlier, so I'll rub them for you too." Fan Xian said softly, with one hand stroking her waist and gently rubbing her temples with the other. Then, Yan'er was not allowed to speak out to refuse.
Yan'er's heart trembled, but she couldn't match the sense of stability brought by those steady fingers, her consciousness gradually became blurred, her long eyelashes closed slightly, and she fell asleep slowly.
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Seeing that Miss Yan'er's head tilted on the man's lap and then there was no more movement, Sang Wen stood up in surprise, covered her mouth, her eyes were full of horror.
"Don't be nervous, she just fell asleep." Fan Xian said gently, carefully placed the girl who had served him in the middle of the night on the couch, and carefully took a pillow and put it under her neck.
Yan'er gave a very comfortable hum, her eyes were tightly closed, she didn't know what to do in her dreamland to make a living. Seeing this scene, Sang Wen confirmed that Yan'er was not dead, but still retreated cautiously to the door. After all, the young master only rubbed her twice before hypnotizing Yan'er, which made people feel very weird.
Fan Xian sat on the edge of the couch, looked at Sang Wen with a half-smile, and stretched out his finger to make a silent gesture.
Sang Wen felt a blur in front of her eyes, and the next moment, the young man had come to her side. She was ashamed and ashamed, and turned her head to escape from this tiger's den, but she heard the next sentence that was so low that she couldn't hear it. Words: "It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, and they are all ruined like this... The girl is so ruthless, she can't even remember me."
Sang Wen only felt that he was extremely nervous tonight, and looked at this "Mr. Chen" in astonishment. After a while, he found the clarity and tranquility that he had always remembered from the other party's eyes, and turned the face in front of him It corresponds to the face on the hall last summer.
She opened her mouth wide, but there was a complex look of surprise and sadness in her eyes, as if she had countless things she wanted to say to Fan Xian.
Looking at her expression, Fan Xian knew that his luck was really good today, but he still shook his head firmly, stopped her from speaking, walked to the lacquered red toilet behind the bed, squatted down, channeled the true energy in his body, Fingers came out like knives, quietly tore off the bed curtain, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into the eyehole behind the armrest made of hollow brass. (Note 3)
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"Note 1: Yuan, Qiaoji's decree of Gui Gui, sent far away. 』
"Note 2: Yuan, Qiaoji's decree of folding laurel was given to Luo Zhenzhen. 』
"Note 3: Today, the land of clay figurines, Laoganma..."