"It turned out to be..."
Just hearing a name, Lu Yu wanted to understand everything, not how wise he was, but that this kind of thing itself was very simple.
The oiran Hongluan of Cuixianglou is definitely a celebrity in Linjiang City. There are countless versions of her Fengyue stories circulating in the streets and alleys, some of them are hers, and some are not. There are some people who think they are not, but they are really her stories.
For example... Hongluan has a younger sister.
She was seven years younger and suffered from a bad illness since she was a child. It is rumored that Hongluan sisters have lived in an ordinary but stable family since she was a child, as if she wanted to live a happy life forever, but everything has changed since her sister's illness. No one knows what happened during this period, but some people said that it was a rainy night, and the scarred Hong Luan came to Linjiang City with his dying sister on his back.
Her younger sister was terminally ill, Hong Luan was too young to live, so she stood alone in front of the Cuixianglou.
Three years later, Linjiang City will have an oiran who is proud of the people in the city, and whose piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all top grades.
Some people say that she is desperate, some people say that she is righteous, but in this patriarchal society, a benevolent and kind woman cannot be accepted, so no one believes in this story, and some people think that this is just a kind of sympathy. That’s all.
But no matter what, now that Lu Yu heard the three words Yinglingcao, he knew that the untrue rumor was true.
Yinglingcao is a kind of herbal medicine, but people prefer to call it fairy grass. It does not have the magical effect of bringing back the dead, or to be more precise, in Lu Yu's view, it has only one effect, which is to treat heart disease.
In this world where aura can be seen everywhere, medicine is extremely backward. At least in Lu Yu's eyes, the word'behind' is considered a high praise for a place where even the flu can wipe out half of the city's people.
Congenital heart disease is an inevitable terminal illness.
But in such a backward world, it has magical elixir that Lu Yu can't even imagine, such as this shadow spirit grass. It is so magical... it can create a "shadow spirit body" out of thin air between the chest and abdomen of the user, using aura The force replaces the heart to circulate blood throughout the body, and its function is the same as that of an artificial heart, and it has no side effects.
'Shadow spirit resident, continue to live and survive', hence the name of the shadow spirit grass.
But it is also really precious. At least in the eyes of some people, it is more precious than the lives of hundreds of thousands of flat-headed people. Therefore, in exchange for an oiran, it is even more so in the eyes of some people. A loss-making business.
One person exchanges precious herbs for a beautiful oiran, and one person spends his whole life in exchange for his sister's life. The two are also fools, as if they really match up.
"Did you take Shadow Spirit Grass for Lingmei? Oh, sorry," Lu Yu smiled softly, "I asked a stupid question. I think the other party will only honor this promise after you leave the cabinet and enter the room."
Hong Luan nodded slowly and said, "It should be so."
Lu Yu curiously asked, "But the girl is not afraid that the other party will get yours, but will she immediately regret it?"
Hong Luan said tepidly: "He is a member of the academy, and the academy has its own rules of the academy."
"Ha," Lu Yu said with a smile: "It seems that I have asked another dumb question."
The atmosphere became awkward for a while. Fortunately, Hong Luan felt that he was "small victory", but he was no longer confused, and the level of the tea was restored to the original level, and the tea made was much better.
After drinking three cups, Lu Yu put down his teacup and said, "Can you go and have a look here?"
He didn't say what to watch, but the other party understood.
Hong Luan smiled bitterly: "If the slave doesn't follow, I am afraid that he will not escape the fate of being burned to death in the building."
"Hey," Lu Yu said with a smile: "Russ can be taught!"
…
Behind Cuixiang Tower is a spacious courtyard. One of them is Hongluan's residence. Girls in Cuixiang Tower rarely come to this courtyard, because as long as they live in, it represents their withering.
Seeing this small building, Lu Yu couldn't help but applaud.
The stream in front of the door was gurgling, and the water vapor was ethereal, sinking but not scattered. The base of the small building is supported by square iron wood, attached with auxiliary quartz white board, and the wood wall is vines and verdant green. Coupled with the abundant sunshine in Linjiang City, it has been turned into a sanctuary for health preservation. To be able to do this is what the masters here do.
"This is the first time I have entered another woman's boudoir, and I can't help but feel a little nervous."
Lu Yu chuckled, his eyes indescribably wretched.
Hong Luan was taken aback, and asked suspiciously: "Did the son enter the slave's boudoir before?"
"You?" Lu Yu turned to look at her innocently, and then said, "You are not a woman, you are an aunt."
"This… "
Before Lu Yu said that he was going to burn her to death, he didn't make Hongluan feel too much, but now when this'aunt' came out, he almost fainted Hongluan with anger, raised his small fist and wanted to punch someone! After all, she was actually a woman who even dared to kick her.
"Don't... Don't get excited!" Hua Qianshu hurried over and grabbed Hong Luan's skirt, and said with some horror: "Auntie, what kind of anger is coming at me, I will cry at most to you. But. Don't try to provoke this master!"
Hong Luan was even more angry when he was said so, but said in a low voice but angrily: "Do you care about him like this?"
Hua Qianshu hurriedly shook his head desperately and said: "I am caring about you, I said, you beat me and scolded me, I would cry for you at most, but if you provoke him, you will really die and look ugly. , And I would cry and it’s ugly."
Hong Luan was frightened by these words and glanced at Lu Yu vigilantly, thinking that Hua Qianshu's attitude towards him before might have something to do with the brutality of this little doll. Could it be that this little doll is still a cultivator, not a masterpiece
"Is he... very good?"
"Great is naturally great, but I don't worry about him doing something with you, but..."
Hua Qianshu tilted her head slightly, took a peek at Xiao Ruan, then lowered her head abruptly, avoiding the other's sight, because her movement was too violent, her neck was a little bit painful.
Hongluan subconsciously followed Hua Qianshu's gaze, but when she turned her head, she saw a pair of calm but inexplicable eyes staring straight at her, and... her own hands.
Hong Luan had a very unreal feeling in an instant. If... she clenched her fist at this time, she would die.
"She... who is she?"
Hong Luan asked in a low voice.
"My grandma."
There was a hint of crying in Hua Qianshu's words, which seemed very pitiful.
"Puff," Hong Luan smiled and shook his head slightly: "You guys are also really interesting."
Lu Yu looked at Xiaolou, stretched his hand over Xiao Ruan's arm, and glanced back inadvertently, with a gentle look in his eyes.
Maybe... Neither of the two who were talking secretly was as real as Lu Yu saw at this time. In his eyes... they were clearly a lovely couple, whispering in a low voice...