Nightwatcher Chapter 158: I missed it
came out after a thousand calls, still holding the pipa halfway.
When Bai Juyi wrote this sentence back then, I wondered if he was insinuating the pipa girl's pretentiousness?
Xu Qi'an thinks that the Oiran lady called Red Sleeve is pretty artificial, or does she have a high self-esteem? It was only late in the second half of the tea ceremony. He gave a chuckled lightly and said, holding the glass:
"The slave is unwell. After a short break, the masters should not be offended."
drank a glass of wine as an apologize, and there was no performance.
But there are also conscientious agents who act as commanders and play liquor orders. Well, there are gongs, and it’s definitely not Ya Ling, but punching and dice shaking.
The smile on his face is too professional....The waist is always straight, and the body is slightly stiff, which shows that it has not really blended into the atmosphere....It is more taboo to have physical contact with alcoholics. I just touched it. Little hands, there is disgust in his eyes...
Summary: Look down on the martial artist.
Xu Qi'an likes to observe people's micro expressions and subtle movements. Because these details are a certain degree of refraction inside.
This is the occupational disease he left behind.
The performance of the girl with red sleeves reminded Xu Qi'an of seeing the fragrant oiran for the first time. That day, the oiran who was well-known in the teaching workshop, Si Yan, also had such a polite and alienated attitude.
It’s just that Fuxiang’s professional ethics are higher, and the lack of performance is obvious, while this red sleeve is a bit naked.
Of course, Fuxiang is the oiran of the Beijing Jiaofang Division. Where is the capital? How can Yuzhou be comparable to the gathering of high-ranking officials.
In addition to professional ethics, in terms of appearance, red sleeves are naturally extremely beautiful, with the feminine and delicate temperament of a Jiangnan woman.
always speaks with the ending sounds like "Yeah" and "Nah", soft and soft, and I've talked to anyone like I'm talking to a lover.
"The Nujia will play a piece for the masters." Hongxiu smiled gently.
"The red sleeve lady's piano skills are outstanding in the Yuzhou Jiaofang Division. When you come to our Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, you must listen to the red sleeve lady's piano sound." The Cao Yunyamen official immediately praised.
This is like introducing the specialties of hometown to the distinguished guests from afar, how nice to say it.
After playing , the officials of Caoyun Yamen smiled and picked up the wine glass: "How many adults, how?"
Song Tingfeng is an old fried dough stick, busy toasting, and took the topic: "For example, the scented oiran of the Jingcheng Jiaofang Division, not too much."
There are still some gaps... Xu Qi'an is not partial to her own good, purely from an objective perspective.
Fuxiang’s piano skills are as superb as her ventriloquism.
"Is that the scented oiran with "sparse shadows and slanting water and clear water, dark fragrance floating in the moonlight"?" The officials of the Caoyun Yamen's eyes lit up.
The distance between Yuzhou and the capital is a long way, but this poem has been around for a long time, and the correspondence between scholars spread it to the scholars in various prefectures.
These two lines of poems are widely spread, and they are more popular than "Mo Chou has no confidant, no one in the world knows the king".
"Exactly." Song Tingfeng said.
"It is rumored that the lady of Floating Fragrance is beautiful and beautiful in the world, and she is the first-class beauty in the world." The official of the Caoyun Yamen asked expectantly.
This is the filter of fame. Fuxiang is the most famous courtesan in Beijing. With such a halo on his head, in the eyes of men who are keen on Fengyue places, it is a goddess of heaven.
The lady with red sleeves smiled slightly stiff, a little unhappy.
In her yard, discussing a big player in the same industry, and still talk about it so much, she feels no face.
Song Tingfeng didn’t seem to notice the displeasure of the lady with red sleeves, he laughed weirdly, pointed at Xu Qi’an and said, “I’m going to ask him now.”
Xu Qi'an said lightly: "It's okay, among the beauties I have seen, I can rank in the top five."
When he said this, a beautiful woman flashed in his mind: aunt, Lingyue, Huaiqing, Lin'an, Guoshi, Chu Caiwei...
Does anyone say it?
Everyone couldn't help but glance at Xu Qi'an.
"I can laugh, and adults can laugh." Cao Yun Yamen officials said with a dry smile.
"It's not a joke," the taciturn Zhu Guangxiao said, explaining to his colleagues: "Floating fragrance is his friend."
...The official face of the Caoyun Yamen almost didn't collapse. They managed to manage their expressions so that they didn't laugh.
Fuxiang is his favorite? The most dignified prostitute in the capital, would you like a vulgar martial artist like you?
Why don't you say that the princess is your friend? Why don't you say that the mysterious female teacher is your friend.
But bragging on the wine court is a basic exercise. The officials who came to accompany the wine at Cao Yun Yamen were disdainful and still smiled on the surface.
vulgar man... The disdain in the red-sleeved oiran's eyes is already undisguised, but she is very good at drinking with her head down, so that no one else sees it.
She doesn't like martial arts, she doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade. She is very rude in speaking and doing things. Unlike a scholar, she is gentle, chanting poems and writing poems, and is also polite to the women in the workshop.
"I didn't expect the adult to have such a relationship with the Fuxiang Lady, I don't know the name of the adult Gao?" Hong Xiu said half earnestly and half mockingly.
The official of Caoyun Yamen gave her a reproachful look, and hurriedly picked up the wine glass: "Drink and drink."
The topic of has been brought up, and Song Tingfeng smiled and said: "Ning Yan, fortunately, the boss did not go to Yunzhou with him, otherwise he would definitely disagree with us coming to the workshop for fun."
Xu Qi'an said: "This is not fun, this is a trip to the mountains and water. Next time the boss asks, you will answer him like that."
Ningyan, this should be his word... Hongxiu glanced at Xu Qi'an.
It's over.
The red-sleeved oiran left the table early, and then there was no sound.
did not leave the guest for tea, which means that she didn't like the watchman present.
"I don't know how to promote!" a tyrant said in a deep voice.
The officials of the Caoyun Yamen were a little embarrassed and quite annoyed. They were not aiming at the police, but the red sleeves.
is just that Jiaofang Division is not in charge of Cao Yun Yamen. As the red sleeve of one of the six oirans of Yuzhou Jiaofang Division, he does not need to look at Cao Yun Yamen’s face to live.
Song Tingfeng waved his hand indifferently: "It's okay, so shall we proceed to the next game?"
Xu Qi'an agrees with Lao Song's practice. The abalone that is forced to eat is not fresh, and the melon that is twisted is not sweet.
and the group of people left the yard, Song Tingfeng and the three turned to the river, and then covered the night, they stood on the bank to solve the swelling of the bladder.
Song Tingfeng: 8==D
Zhu Guangxiao: 8==D
Xu Qi'an: 8====D
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In the charcoal-fired bedroom, Hong Xiu took a sip of hangover tea and sat in front of the dressing table, letting the maid who opened the door knead her shoulders.
"Lady, they're gone." The maid chuckled lightly: "Even the first prostitute in the capital, Fuxiang, is his friend, and even the slaves are talking big words."
Red Sleeve curled his lips and said lightly: "Wufu is like this, vulgar and unbearable."
After a moment of rest, a maid knocked on the door and said outside: "Lady, Young Master Wei took the classmates to make a reservation."
When I heard Red Sleeve, his face suddenly brightened, and he said with joy: "Serve the sons of wine, let them wait a moment."
After finished speaking, he urged the maid: "Hurry up and wait for me to change clothes and get the most beautiful gold woven skirt."
Wei Gongzi is the nephew of the prefect of Yuzhou, a scholar who is full of poems and books, a long-standing talent, gentle and elegant.
I changed into a beautiful Luo skirt, wearing a jade hairpin and golden step, dressed up with red sleeves came to the wine room, and gave a gift: "Red sleeves have seen a few sons."
She naturally accompanied the white-robed young master Wei, young scholar, pointing the country, passionate writing, this is the environment she likes.
Every now and then, I admire the first prostitute in Beijing, who has never met before, but is like a thunder.
How lucky it is to meet a talented student, and get him to give poems to live forever.
"A few adults from the capital have just arrived, and they seem to be playing watchmen," Fu Xiang poured wine over Wei Gongzi while chatting about the matter, laughing:
"Someone said that the scented oiran in the capital is his friend."
The readers here laughed, "This is really funny, how could Lady Fuxiang fall in love with a vulgar wrestler."
"Brother Wei visited the capital half a month ago, did you go to see the grace of the floating fragrance oiran?"
"Ashamed, ashamed, I have played three times in the tea house, only once saw the floating scented oiran." The white robe Wei Gongzi said this, showing his obsession:
"The dark fragrance is floating in the moonlight....As the name suggests, the country and the city are full."
A young man asked immediately: "Does the Floating Oiran have a friend?"
Young Master Wei suddenly said: "I remembered something. When I was in the tea house that day, I chatted with the drinkers on the banquet. He said that Fuxiang had already stopped picking up guests, and there was an endless stream of guests who went to the tea house every day. Just for a glimpse of the beauty.
But ah, there is a person who frequents Yingmei Xiaoge... well, the yard of Fuxiang is called Yingmei Xiaoge. It is said that this person is the fondness of Fuxiang. "
The sons and brothers present moved in their hearts: "The poet of the song "Dark Fragrant Floating Moon Twilight"?"
Young Master Wei said with emotion: "Who else is there besides him?"
paused, he looked around the crowd, and said in a tone of sharing secrets: "This person's identity is extraordinary. This poem is widely spread, and everyone knows how to worship the scholars, but why is the poet unknown? No one even talked about it. Don’t you think it’s weird?"
This aroused everyone's curiosity, and they speculated: "Identity is sensitive, can't you talk to others?"
The red-sleeved oiran has shining eyes~IndoMTL.com~ She is the most curious about the identity of the poet. That is a talented person who can reinvent the Jiaofangsi woman.
was the equivalent of a chattering discussion for a while, and Young Master Wei pressed his hand, and the scene suddenly calmed down.
He shook his head and said, "Because that person's true identity is a watchman, not a scholar."
"It's so?!" Everyone was shocked, and they were immediately stunned.
It's no wonder that Rulin didn't publicize the identity of the poet at all, and chose to forget it tacitly. It turned out to be a watchman, not a scholar.
beat more people... the speaker is not interested, the listener is interested, the red sleeves have a heart, and they sink quickly.
She opened her mouth, and said a little bit: "Call, what's your name?"
Young Master Wei glanced sideways at the beauty, and said: "Xu Qi'an, the word Ningyan."
哐当... The wine glass fell on the table, then slipped to the ground and broke.
Everyone looked at the red sleeves. The beauty's face was pale, her eyes were dull, like a lifeless paper flower.
was at a loss, Hong Xiu suddenly lay down on the table, mourning in pain, crying pear blossoms with rain, crying heartbroken, and trembling.
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