As soon as he came out of the main hall, Yang Zhao put the cloak on Ling Qingyu, and then naturally took the umbrella from Sum's hand and hit it on Ling Qingyu's head, asking her to hold his hand, and walked along the path to the backyard.
The painting boat was very big and the draft was a bit deep, so it only stopped at a place a little away from the shore of Wan Yuyuan on the edge of the West Lake. From the shore to the painting boat, two small boats were used to build a pontoon bridge.
After a commotion among the group of sixteen nights, Yeying pulled himself up, and flitted directly from the shore to the painting boat with a beautiful figure, causing the people on the painting boat to exclaim, and then saw figures flying up one after another.
"These kids!" Ling Qingyu shook his head, but said with a smile on his lips, then looked around, and said to Yan Qi, "Where are Lu Yao and Ye Shishi?"
"I'll call." Ying Shi replied, seeing Ling Qingyu nodding, he left the team, walked not far, and smiled at Ye Shishi who was standing behind the tree: "Eleventh, the head of the family is calling you to board the boat. "
Yang Zhao glanced in the direction where Ying Shi was going, and helped Ling Qingyu walk slowly across the pontoon bridge. Something must have happened in Lingjia Village this time, and she was finally able to come out.
The painting boat is two stories high, the lower floor is divided into small rooms, and the upper floor is a large hall with many tables and chairs, and some musical instruments are placed in a corner, and several musicians are tuning. Seeing them coming up, they all stood up, bowed their heads and stood aside.
Curtains were hung on the windows on all sides of the painting boat, and many braziers were lit, but it was still a bit chilly when the wind blew.
After Ying Jiu spread the tiger skin in his hand on a royal concubine couch, Ying Er placed the soft cushion in his hand on it, adjusted the position of the brazier, stood up behind the couch .
When the painting boat slowly sailed away from Wanyu Garden and headed for the lake, there was a heavy snowfall, and the surrounding trees and houses seemed to be slowly covered with a layer of white flowers. The whole world is covered in silver and turned into a piece of snow white.
Ling Qingyu gathered the sable collar of the cloak, looked at the flying snow all over the sky, and said in a low voice: "It's so beautiful." This kind of scenery can only be found here. place.
"Ouch! Girls, come up quickly! I'm sorry, sir! We're late." With the coquettish voice, a lot of women came up from downstairs.
The glamorous woman in the light red dress in front of her rolled her eyes and said to Zisu, "My lord, I'm sorry, because of the heavy snow, I'm a little late, and my family will apologize to you."
Ling Qingyu poked her head out of the window and saw several small boats leaning against the painting boat, and a few women in very thin clothes were stepping on the painting boat in the small boats.
Zisu couldn't help but look at the woman who was so attentive that she pulled up his sleeves, pulled out her sleeves, and before she could speak, Cai Jingfang ran up quickly from the stairs, wiped off his sweat, and looked at her eyes. The woman took the hand of Zisu's sleeve, and said with a smile: "Qianniang, why are you holding my Zisu? Is this what you like?"
As soon as she said this, Qianniang knew that she had misunderstood the master, she quickly let go of her hand, covered her mouth and smiled: "Shopkeeper Cai, it's true, it's not that you said that today is your master's treat, look, I can treat us The girls from Xinghualou have all been brought here."
Cai Jingfang cupped his hands to Ling Qingyu who was standing by the window, and said, "You see, the head of the house?"
"Then let's sing." Ling Qingyu smiled, walked to the imperial concubine's bed, Yang Zhao untied the cloak for her and handed it to Su Mu who was a step late, then sat beside her, reached out, and pulled her He hugged her waist and let her lean against him.
Qianniang was stunned for a while, and then she reacted immediately, and smiled at Ling Qingyu: "I don't know what the head of the family likes to hear?" The Ling family has a big business in Hangzhou, and everyone knows that the head of the Ling family is capable, but she couldn't think of it. It turned out to be a woman. When she went upstairs, she had already secretly sized up the people in the hall. Although the girls here are all beautiful and have a good temperament, they don't seem to be in charge, nor are they ladies. The men are really more beautiful than the other. Although the clothes are very simple, the demeanor of the whole body is definitely not ordinary people, but just after the two of them appeared from behind the crowd, she immediately knew that this was the real master. Although the woman is not pretty, the smile on her face and eyes are gentle and harmless, but the posture of a natural superior is clearly revealed when she turns around, and the man beside her, Qianniang, is keenly aware of it. It turns out that this person is definitely not an ordinary person.
Sure enough, as soon as she sat down, the others found their own seats and sat down. Some started to make tea, some started to make wine, and some sat and laughed at each other. It seems random, but the painting boat is all around to prevent death.
"Take what you are good at. These brothers of mine have been in Fanwai for many years, let the sisters have snacks, and let them see what it means that I am unparalleled in singing and dancing in Dazhou." Ling Qingyu smiled, and then moved his hand Ying Shisan, who was standing beside her, threw a big gold ingot to Qianniang.
Qianniang suddenly smiled, and said in a soft voice, "That's natural, the singing and dancing of our Xinghualou girl is unparalleled in the world."
In the sky full of snow, there are white snow and red plums on the white embankment, and a few camellias on the bank are blooming with bright red flowers, half hidden in the snowflakes, and the red and white contrast brilliantly. It's really unreal, ethereal like a fairyland.
"It's a pity that elder sister Xu has already gone to Bianjing. Otherwise, she would like the beautiful scenery the most." Chu Hanyu leaned against the window, watched the scenery on both sides move slowly with the boat, and sighed softly.
Qiao Yuzhen took a sip of her tea, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, looked at Zhao Jingyi who was hugged and sitting in the best view from the corner of her eyes, and said, "Yes, sister Xu has been away for more than half a year. , I don’t know if it’s good or not.”
Hearing something wrong with her voice, Chu Hanyu looked back at her, then at Zhao Jingyi, and said with a smile, "Just ignore her, why are you angry with her?" With such a father, it's understandable for Zhao Jingyi's eyes to grow to the top of her head, but in the past with Xu Muqing around, Zhao Jingyi would restrain herself a bit, now that Xu Muqing has gone to Bianjing, Zhao Jingyi is even more defiant.
Qiao Yuzhen sighed inwardly, nodded, and then looked at another painting boat parallel to this one.
The lights on the painting boat were brightly lit, and many young gentlemen were clamoring loudly with their dancers in their arms, the sound of singing, piano and those obscene words were transmitted.
Following Qiao Yuzhen's line of sight, Chu Hanyu saw the handsome young man sitting by the window on the second floor of the painting boat, frowned slightly, poured her a cup of tea, and said, "Sister, don't think about Mr. Murong from now on. I heard from my brother that the Murong family is planning to propose marriage to the Zhao family."
Qiao Yuzhen was startled for a moment, then gave Zhao Jingyi a bitter look, and snorted contemptuously.
Chu Hanyu just smiled, and didn't stop persuading her. She poured herself a cup of tea, and then turned her gaze to the shore. After meeting Wang Xuanzhi and Cheng Jia, when she saw Murong Zhan again, she felt that this person had an air of superficiality. Girl, there are some things that don't need to be said so thoroughly with others.
"Really," Qiao Yuzhen saw that Chu Hanyu didn't talk to her, she pouted at Huafang opposite, and said in a low voice, "Look at that." Isn't there still a boatload of unmarried girls, it's too much to be so presumptuous, and only the young masters and young ladies of the Zhao family can do this kind of thing.
Chu Hanyu was very speechless, you don't have to come if you don't like it, the Zhao family's behavior is like this every time, don't you still come every time, and you insist on dragging me.
"Brother Murong, why don't the girls like you today?" Zhao Jingan took a glass of wine with drunken eyes, pushed away the dancer in her arms, leaned over to Murong Zhan, hiccupped, and asked.
Murong Zhan gave him a contemptuous glance, and said, "The snow scene is very good today, wouldn't the flying snow be more beautiful than a stunning beauty?" If Zhao Pu's power wasn't needed, he really didn't want to be with the Zhao family, really It's too vulgar, and the whole thing is like a nouveau riche. In such a snowy scene, it was time to cook wine and tea, but this Zhao Jing'an could get a group of strippers and a group of lechers to do such shameless things on the boat that was open on all sides. What is even more speechless is that the Zhao family over there The boats where the ladies entertained the ladies actually ran in parallel.
Zhao Jing'an didn't understand the irony in Murong Zhan's words, she opened her drunken eyes and said, "What's so interesting about these snows, come here, Jing Niang, come and sing a song for Mr. Murong."
The young masters applauded for a while, and a beautiful woman who had half of her clothes off stood up, smiled coquettishly, and sang Eighteen Touches in a tactful and coquettish voice.
She sang a sentence, and there was enthusiastic applause, and then someone took advantage of the situation to touch her, followed by bursts of obscene laughter.
Murong Zhan's beautiful brows were tightly frowned, and he couldn't bear it. He was famously fond of beauty, but what he loved was elegant beauty. This vulgar behavior would only make him hate Zhao Zhao even more. Family.
It's better to step down and replace Zhao Pra, Murong Zhan had this idea in his heart, if the son and daughter are so stupid, the father is not much better.
When the plum blossoms, I die because of loneliness. After the return of spring, I will soon be annihilated. I am left alone to enjoy the fireworks flying all over the sky. After swaying, they will drift away with the wind...
A deep and sexy singing voice pierced through the mist, the voice was clear but hoarse, as if it was whirling around her side, Jingniang was immediately dumbfounded.
Murong Zhan didn't feel moved, he had never heard such a beautiful voice, although the lyrics were a bit nondescript, but it also made people's heart move, he picked up the curtain and looked in the direction of the singing.
Through the mist, a luxurious painting boat looms, with bright lights on it, and there are many figures indistinctly.
As soon as he came out of the main hall, Yang Zhao put the cloak on Ling Qingyu, and then naturally took the umbrella from Sum's hand and hit it on Ling Qingyu's head, asking her to hold his hand, and walked along the path to the backyard.
The painting boat was very big and the draft was a bit deep, so it only stopped at a place a little away from the shore of Wan Yuyuan on the edge of the West Lake. From the shore to the painting boat, two small boats were used to build a pontoon bridge.
After a commotion among the group of sixteen nights, Yeying pulled himself up, and flitted directly from the shore to the painting boat with a beautiful figure, causing the people on the painting boat to exclaim, and then saw figures flying up one after another.
"These kids!" Ling Qingyu shook his head, but said with a smile on his lips, then looked around, and said to Yan Qi, "Where are Lu Yao and Ye Shishi?"
"I'll call." Ying Shi replied, seeing Ling Qingyu nodding, he left the team, walked not far, and smiled at Ye Shishi who was standing behind the tree: "Eleventh, the head of the family is calling you to board the boat. "
Yang Zhao glanced in the direction where Ying Shi was going, and helped Ling Qingyu walk slowly across the pontoon bridge. Something must have happened in Lingjia Village this time, and she was finally able to come out.
The painting boat is two stories high, the lower floor is divided into small rooms, and the upper floor is a large hall with many tables and chairs, and some musical instruments are placed in a corner, and several musicians are tuning. Seeing them coming up, they all stood up, bowed their heads and stood aside.
Curtains were hung on the windows on all sides of the painting boat, and many braziers were lit, but it was still a bit chilly when the wind blew.
After Ying Jiu spread the tiger skin in his hand on a royal concubine couch, Ying Er placed the soft cushion in his hand on it, adjusted the position of the brazier, stood up behind the couch .
When the painting boat slowly sailed away from Wanyu Garden and headed for the lake, there was a heavy snowfall, and the surrounding trees and houses seemed to be slowly covered with a layer of white flowers. The whole world is covered in silver and turned into a piece of snow white.
Ling Qingyu gathered the sable collar of the cloak, looked at the flying snow all over the sky, and said in a low voice: "It's so beautiful." This kind of scenery can only be found here. place.
"Ouch! Girls, come up quickly! I'm sorry, sir! We're late." With the coquettish voice, a lot of women came up from downstairs.
The glamorous woman in the light red dress in front of her rolled her eyes and said to Zisu, "My lord, I'm sorry, because of the heavy snow, I'm a little late, and my family will apologize to you."
Ling Qingyu poked her head out of the window and saw several small boats leaning against the painting boat, and a few women in very thin clothes were stepping on the painting boat in the small boats.
Zisu couldn't help but look at the woman who was so attentive that she pulled up his sleeves, pulled out her sleeves, and before she could speak, Cai Jingfang ran up quickly from the stairs, wiped off his sweat, and looked at her eyes. The woman took the hand of Zisu's sleeve, and said with a smile: "Qianniang, why are you holding my Zisu? Is this what you like?"
As soon as she said this, Qianniang knew that she had misunderstood the master, she quickly let go of her hand, covered her mouth and smiled: "Shopkeeper Cai, it's true, it's not that you said that today is your master's treat, look, I can treat us The girls from Xinghualou have all been brought here."
Cai Jingfang cupped his hands to Ling Qingyu who was standing by the window, and said, "You see, the head of the house?"
"Then let's sing." Ling Qingyu smiled, walked to the imperial concubine's bed, Yang Zhao untied the cloak for her and handed it to Su Mu who was a step late, then sat beside her, reached out, and pulled her He hugged her waist and let her lean against him.
Qianniang was stunned for a while, and then she reacted immediately, and smiled at Ling Qingyu: "I don't know what the head of the family likes to hear?" The Ling family has a big business in Hangzhou, and everyone knows that the head of the Ling family is capable, but she couldn't think of it. It turned out to be a woman. When she went upstairs, she had already secretly sized up the people in the hall. Although the girls here are all beautiful and have a good temperament, they don't seem to be in charge, nor are they ladies. The men are really more beautiful than the other. Although the clothes are very simple, the demeanor of the whole body is definitely not ordinary people, but just after the two of them appeared from behind the crowd, she immediately knew that this was the real master. Although the woman is not pretty, the smile on her face and eyes are gentle and harmless, but the posture of a natural superior is clearly revealed when she turns around, and the man beside her, Qianniang, is keenly aware of it. It turns out that this person is definitely not an ordinary person.
Sure enough, as soon as she sat down, the others found their own seats and sat down. Some started to make tea, some started to make wine, and some sat and laughed at each other. It seems random, but the painting boat is all around to prevent death.
"Take what you are good at. These brothers of mine have been in Fanwai for many years, let the sisters have snacks, and let them see what it means that I am unparalleled in singing and dancing in Dazhou." Ling Qingyu smiled, and then moved his hand Ying Shisan, who was standing beside her, threw a big gold ingot to Qianniang.
Qianniang suddenly smiled, and said in a soft voice, "That's natural, the singing and dancing of our Xinghualou girl is unparalleled in the world."
In the sky full of snow, there are white snow and red plums on the white embankment, and a few camellias on the bank are blooming with bright red flowers, half hidden in the snowflakes, and the red and white contrast brilliantly. It's really unreal, ethereal like a fairyland.
"It's a pity that elder sister Xu has already gone to Bianjing. Otherwise, she would like the beautiful scenery the most." Chu Hanyu leaned against the window, watched the scenery on both sides move slowly with the boat, and sighed softly.
Qiao Yuzhen took a sip of her tea, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, looked at Zhao Jingyi who was hugged and sitting in the best view from the corner of her eyes, and said, "Yes, sister Xu has been away for more than half a year. , I don’t know if it’s good or not.”
Hearing something wrong with her voice, Chu Hanyu looked back at her, then at Zhao Jingyi, and said with a smile, "Just ignore her, why are you angry with her?" With such a father, it's understandable for Zhao Jingyi's eyes to grow to the top of her head, but in the past with Xu Muqing around, Zhao Jingyi would restrain herself a bit, now that Xu Muqing has gone to Bianjing, Zhao Jingyi is even more defiant.
Qiao Yuzhen sighed inwardly, nodded, and then looked at another painting boat parallel to this one.
The lights on the painting boat were brightly lit, and many young gentlemen were clamoring loudly with their dancers in their arms, the sound of singing, piano and those obscene words were transmitted.
Following Qiao Yuzhen's line of sight, Chu Hanyu saw the handsome young man sitting by the window on the second floor of the painting boat, frowned slightly, poured her a cup of tea, and said, "Sister, don't think about Mr. Murong from now on. I heard from my brother that the Murong family is planning to propose marriage to the Zhao family."
Qiao Yuzhen was startled for a moment, then gave Zhao Jingyi a bitter look, and snorted contemptuously.
Chu Hanyu just smiled, and didn't stop persuading her. She poured herself a cup of tea, and then turned her gaze to the shore. After meeting Wang Xuanzhi and Cheng Jia, when she saw Murong Zhan again, she felt that this person had an air of superficiality. Girl, there are some things that don't need to be said so thoroughly with others.
"Really," Qiao Yuzhen saw that Chu Hanyu didn't talk to her, she pouted at Huafang opposite, and said in a low voice, "Look at that." Isn't there still a boatload of unmarried girls, it's too much to be so presumptuous, and only the young masters and young ladies of the Zhao family can do this kind of thing.
Chu Hanyu was very speechless, you don't have to come if you don't like it, the Zhao family's behavior is like this every time, don't you still come every time, and you insist on dragging me.
"Brother Murong, why don't the girls like you today?" Zhao Jingan took a glass of wine with drunken eyes, pushed away the dancer in her arms, leaned over to Murong Zhan, hiccupped, and asked.
Murong Zhan gave him a contemptuous glance, and said, "The snow scene is very good today, wouldn't the flying snow be more beautiful than a stunning beauty?" If Zhao Pu's power wasn't needed, he really didn't want to be with the Zhao family, really It's too vulgar, and the whole thing is like a nouveau riche. In such a snowy scene, it was time to cook wine and tea, but this Zhao Jing'an could get a group of strippers and a group of lechers to do such shameless things on the boat that was open on all sides. What is even more speechless is that the Zhao family over there The boats where the ladies entertained the ladies actually ran in parallel.
Zhao Jing'an didn't understand the irony in Murong Zhan's words, she opened her drunken eyes and said, "What's so interesting about these snows, come here, Jing Niang, come and sing a song for Mr. Murong."
The young masters applauded for a while, and a beautiful woman who had half of her clothes off stood up, smiled coquettishly, and sang Eighteen Touches in a tactful and coquettish voice.
She sang a sentence, and there was enthusiastic applause, and then someone took advantage of the situation to touch her, followed by bursts of obscene laughter.
Murong Zhan's beautiful brows were tightly frowned, and he couldn't bear it. He was famously fond of beauty, but what he loved was elegant beauty. This vulgar behavior would only make him hate Zhao Zhao even more. Family.
It's better to step down and replace Zhao Pra, Murong Zhan had this idea in his heart, if the son and daughter are so stupid, the father is not much better.
When the plum blossoms, I die because of loneliness. After the return of spring, I will soon be annihilated. I am left alone to enjoy the fireworks flying all over the sky. After swaying, they will drift away with the wind...
A deep and sexy singing voice pierced through the mist, the voice was clear but hoarse, as if it was whirling around her side, Jingniang was immediately dumbfounded.
Murong Zhan didn't feel moved, he had never heard such a beautiful voice, although the lyrics were a bit nondescript, but it also made people's heart move, he picked up the curtain and looked in the direction of the singing.
Through the mist, a luxurious painting boat looms, with bright lights on it, and there are many figures indistinctly.