Nightfall Chapter 97: Who is watching?

Chapter 97 Who is watching?

I was called to be the manager of Hua Shao, listening to this shout, and for no reason, I remembered a certain young man who often appeared in court during the 13th year of Tianqi. He looked at the voice and looked at the side of Young Master Chu clearly. The man's eyebrows found that it was the wicked thing that asked the girl not to pay. His body suddenly became stiff, and his expression became extremely ugly at the same time. He thought bitterly in his heart that since it has been a long time since everyone has not seen each other, today Why goodbye?

For the characters in the service industry, their thoughts and behaviors can never be synchronized. Guan Shi kept greeting Ning Que’s parents and grandchildren in his belly, but the ugly expression on his face quickly turned into a few bright flowers , Did not dare to hesitate to evade, and smiled at Fang Mei through several wine tables, then turned around and put her right hand to her lips, and yelled cheerfully towards the quiet and quiet upstairs: Girls upstairs and downstairs! Xiaoye Ning Quening is here!"

The shouting stunned many people in the hall. The students who were pretending to be shy and calm, or pretending to be old-fashioned, looked forward to the table of Ning Que. Situ Yilan held a teacup in surprise. With her mouth open, the expression on Jin Wucai's face could no longer be soft, and they all wondered what kind of reception it was? How do you look at this feeling that no one in the red sleeve trick does not know Ning Que? The students were surprised, looking forward to being curious, and a little unbelievable, and looked upstairs, wanting to see how many girls would come out to look at him following the shout of Hua Guan.

The soft singing of silk and bamboo on the stage of the building stopped at some point, and the building was quiet. No beautiful woman eagerly stretched out her head to see Ning Que. No girl smiled and waved at him, and even came to look at the situation for the lady. None of the maidservants appeared. Just as the students waiting in the hall were a little disappointed, some felt a little balanced, and Situ Yilan felt a little boring, suddenly there was a crowd of footsteps from the back of the building.

Just like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate, and like heavy rain and light rain playing in the spring breeze pavilion, pattering footsteps, shaking falling beads, and the voice of Yinggeyan, there are six or seven girls in the backyard of the building. Their close-fitting maids filed out and gathered in the room like running water. Then they came to Ning Que's side, or humbly criticizing why they didn’t come for many days, or tenderly caring for why they didn’t come these days, or frowning and wondering if they met. I didn't come because of the incident. All in all, it was a lot of fun.

It was noisy, and suddenly a little girl with a cute double-bearded head came out from the quietest attic. It was Jane’s personal servant girl, and she saw her dark eyes twirl. I didn't see the person I wanted to meet, and exclaimed displeased: "Ning Que, why didn't Sangsang come? You shut her in the shop again!"

The girls who were bored in the red sleeve trick that night because they were preparing to enter the palace to practice singing and dancing used Ning Que to radicalize the building by mocking and hurting a teenager's fragile and sensitive heart. After that night, things began to undergo some very subtle changes. , Whether it is Shuijiuer, Lu Xue, and other popular names, or those ordinary girls, the attitude towards Ning Que is extremely warm and kind, for three reasons:

First, Ning Que has a clean and happy face. He is a rare young boy in the brothel. He speaks decently and respects the girl. There is no such relationship between the two parties. It is easy and happy to get along with each other. There is a lot of gossip in the brothel. Second, they are very familiar with each other. The second is that Shuijiuer cherishes this guy very much because of some purely personal factors, so the girls naturally show more face.

The most important reason is naturally that everyone Jane has expressed a certain degree of concern for this young man. This concern is not conspicuous, but it is too much for Jane, who has always been averse to men. Too rare, it doesn’t matter if the water pearl is Lu Xue, but for the rest of the girls, if they can please everyone Jane, let alone be affectionate to Ning Que, even if they use the girl’s physical charity for a few nights. What's the deal?

However, the students in the academy didn’t know these reasons, nor did they know how many times Ning Que went in and out of the red sleeves in this spring. They looked at Yingying and Yanyan at the wine table, listening to those delicate voices. Language, already dumbfounded.

Situ Yilan finally put down the tea cup slowly and closed her mouth, but she watched the girl Lu Xue, who she had not invited twice, was sitting gently beside Ning Que and chatting about melon seeds. I couldn't help looking at Jin Wucai, who was dressed in menswear next to him, and sighed in shock: "Chu Youxian didn't lie, and Ning Que can really run the red sleeve trick. This guy... is more face-saving than my pretentious cousins. It's a lot."

While they were talking, Ning Que and the girls ended their long goodbye, tenderly bidding farewell, and then slightly raised the hand of Lu Xuemai with his right hand, walked over to the table of Situ Yilan, and said with a smile: "Situ Miss, I brought you Miss Lu Xue. You have to pity her for her hard work in dancing these days. Let her go back to rest earlier."

Situ Yilan stood up and said with anger and joy: "Our daughter's family is talking, I want you to take care of this nosy." After saying this, she turned and saluted Lu Xue, and said very seriously: "Lu Xue Sister, I’ve always wanted to see you ask you about Hu Xuanwu’s Zhongsanlu play. I’m fortunate enough to meet you today. I hope you can give me some advice."

Lu Xue frowned slightly, she was indeed a little tired, but she knew better that in front of these Chang'an noble ladies, it was really not a good choice if she wanted to put on a prostitute.

Jin Wucai also stood up, tapped the right hand fan on the tiger’s mouth in the left hand, smiled and said, "Miss Lu Xue, my sister Situ wants to learn the three kicks of Hu Xuan Zhong Road because of General Yunhui’s 60th birthday at the end of the year. I want to use this dance as a gift, but I don’t necessarily have to learn it today. I just hope you can leave some time for her."

"So that's the case." Lu Xue smiled slightly and said, "Then I will have a short dance tonight. If Miss Situ asks me in the future, I only need to let you know some time in advance, whether you come or I go. It’s very convenient at home."

Hu Wu has nothing to do with the prairie barbarians, but comes from the Moon Country. It is rumored that its roots are the sacrificial dance of a rainforest tribe in the west of the Moon Country. It is known for its bright rhythm, especially the upper half of the dancer's body as a goddess. The scattered flowers are static, the lower body is trembling rapidly, and the waist, abdomen and thighs are walking along, forming a very sharp contrast beauty.

This kind of dance is extremely difficult, the bottom three kicks are relatively easy to achieve, and it is extremely difficult to complete the middle three kicks or even the top three kicks while maintaining the dignified stillness of the upper body. The best Hu Wuji in the world is in the Chang'an City of Datang, and it is Lu Xue in the red sleeves.

In the sound of the pipa, the clarinet is looming, and the lights in the quiet building are dim. When the curtain is up, Lu Xue, who is wearing a belly-wrapped gauze dance gown, arrives, with gentle eyes She hangs her hands together even on her chest, neither her fingertips nor her eyelashes tremble at all. However, her naked snow-like feet are slowly dancing to the sound of music, especially as the pipa urges more and more. The more anxious, the faster the frequency of stepping on the stage with both feet, the thighs and buttocks tightly wrapped in the gauze gown tremble like lightning, and the bare abdomen swings with fine lines...

After a dance, countless cheers rang out like the sky, and then the hall returned to the warm and lively atmosphere. Situ Yilan toasted a glass of wine to Miss Lu Xue very seriously, and everyone said casually. After a few words, the tired girl Lu Xue apologized gently and went back to her yard to rest.

The beauty Hu Xuan is the most excellent wine. Tonight, there are about twenty young students in the red sleeves Zhaolou Hall, who are in the midst of youth and excitement, and the drinks are quickly going down, and the elegant Mongolian book wine ring Mixed with the clapper sound of the chip toss game, the room was so lively and cheerful.

Tonight, Chu Youxian and the manager of the brothel made Ning Que a great limelight. Naturally, it has become the center of the wine shop. Whether it’s familiar or unfamiliar, students from classmates have come forward. The reason was unceremoniously persuaded. At the beginning, everyone would do some alcoholic punching. When it was discovered that Ning Que was really a genius for alcoholic fighting, he had won all the more than ten rounds. The wine suddenly became a drink.

Ning Que likes drinking, and even more enjoys the flavor after drinking. In recent years, following Sangsang, he has basically never stopped drinking. It is a pity or sadly that his alcohol volume has not increased at all after drinking for so many years. Basically, it still belongs to the kind of state where there is basically no chance of chaotic **** after being too drunk because of gluttonous drinking.

After being persuaded by many classmates, he was rushed by five or six glasses of wine, and his drinking spirit of only seven points suddenly jumped to twelve points. He forcibly opened his confused eyes, trying to pretend that he was still sober. In order to scare off the enemy, but the already somewhat slurred language exposed his own weakness. So he wanted to hug Mochizuki to pretend to be alone and hide from alcohol, but found that there was still no moon in the night sky. He wanted to lean on the fence, drink into the lake, drunk fish, and recite poems to imitate despair, but found that he could not walk to the fence and could not remember anything. A poem.

Whether it is the past life or the present life.

I don't know when, the wine table he was at was moved to the back of the building, just close to the wet bamboo in the small pond, but he was already half collapsed on the edge of the table, and he had long forgotten what he had planned to do.

The environment by the fence is much quieter than the hall. Situ Yilan sat next to him, squinting her eyes on the fence and staring at the sky full of stars, holding a small pot of Yulou Xueshe in her right hand. Shaking gently outside the fence. Obviously, this noble lady's drink volume is much better than Ning Que's. The luster in her eyes is very bright. She suddenly asked:

"Ning Que, how did you and Princess Princess meet?"

Ning Que raised his head, rubbed his eyebrows, then raised his chopsticks and kept looking for vinegar pickled cabbage heads, and answered casually: "I met on the road."

"How did you meet on the road?" Situ Yilan turned her head and stared at him with interest.

Ning Que inserted a chopstick into the shortbread, clutching his forehead and replied angrily: "I picked it up on the road, so I got to know it."

Situ Yilan said helplessly: "I think you probably remembered something wrong. Her Royal Highness is impossible for you to pick on the roadside."

Ning Que smiled drunkly and said: "I really remembered it wrong. All I picked up on the roadside were treasures. They couldn't be idiot elm bumps. Where did the princess and I met? Right, You know I am a soldier in Weicheng..."