In the thirty-third round, Yuxuan became famous, and the heart of the Dao was hidden in the red dust.

Qin Ying didn't know how brilliant Mei Sanniang's performance was in the Shangsi Festival, but she could already see from the side that Mei Sanniang was worth a lot.

After the Shangsi Festival, it seems that the upper class people in Chang'an have heard of Yuxuan's appearance.

The lady who can blow Bai Xuan is the official prostitute of Zhonglu Pavilion in Pingkangfang.

At one o'clock, there was an endless stream of cars in front of the Lu Pavilion, and the prince of Wang Sun visited the building for Mei Xuan's song Tianyin.

There is the little guy who is in charge of collecting the banquet post, and complains that he can't keep himself busy during the break.

The number of posts has increased significantly, and the posts begging Mei Sanniang to enter the house account for one-third.

For such a grand occasion, the bustard mother naturally smiled from ear to ear.

Behind each feast is at least half a tael of silver. The bustard's mother and the official prostitute were divided into threes and sevens.

After continuously rewarding Zhong Luge, the generous bustard mother finally decided to give everyone a monthly increase.

After Qin Ying received a small string of monthly money more than last month, she did not express her surprise and emotion.

She had seen more money than she had ever seen in a month.

But Qin Ying has a bad problem, spending money lavishly. Before, she spent all the eight taels in her money bag.

From buying Han Dynasty history books, helping the same pavilion servants, to buying charcoal...... Qin Ying never stopped.

She also knew that she was a master who couldn't save money, so she asked Mei Sanniang to help her keep the money bag early.

Mei Sanniang looked at Qin Ying's shriveled money bag that couldn't squeeze out a trace of water, and she couldn't bear it.

So every time she attended the banquet, she secretly stuffed some broken silver into the other party's money bag.

This can be regarded as a return, Qin Ying escorted her to Chang'an, and personally led her into Zhonglu Pavilion.

But in half a month, the little money bag bulged up under Mei Sanniang's small movements.

At noon one day, Qin Ying received the monthly money for the month, and he didn't dare to keep his hand, so he hurried to the East Cross Courtyard and handed it to Mei Sanniang.

Mei Sanniang was making a female celebrity with Mo Xiang in the house, she saw Qin Ying coming, put down the embroidery sample and needlework casually, and said with a smile:

"Send monthly money? I've saved two taels of silver for you, so don't spend it any more. ”

Qin Ying scratched her head shyly: "Mm-hmm." When she walked to Mei Sanniang's side, she saw half of the embroidery on the table and praised, "What are you embroidering?" Delicate and good-looking. ”

On the round embroidery board, there are green willows and yellow warblers outlined with five-color threads. The wicker is graceful, and the warbler is lifelike.

"This is one of Yizhou's specialties, Shu embroidery." Holding the embroidery sample to Qin Ying, Mei Sanniang said:

"Yizhou's Shu embroidery began to be famous very early. Doesn't Chengdu Mansion have a nickname called 'Jinguancheng'? This 'Jin Guan' is the official signature set up in Chengdu Mansion in the Han Dynasty. ”

Qin Ying obviously didn't know the deep meaning of "Jinguan City", and after hearing it, she sighed: "Oh? Is there such a statement? I didn't even notice when I was reading old books. ”

Mei Sanniang smiled proudly: "This will not be written in the obvious place of the history books." But the local chronicles are very clear. ”

Each state and county will have its own local history. Local chronicles usually preserve the places of the state capital and county government of Zài.

It is not ordinary people who have the opportunity to read local history.

At this time, Mo Xiang, who had been quietly doing needlework, raised her head, pinched the back of her neck that was so sore that she was numb, and said, "Sanniang's previous family background is very good, right......?"

Mo Xiang's words shocked everyone. No one expected the conversation to turn to this place.

"yes." Mei Sanniang clasped her hands tightly together before muttering in a low voice.

"Aya is the official of Wenji of Chengdu Prefecture Yin, and A-Niang is from the local surname of Yizhou. I was the third in our room, and I had two older brothers. After my grandfather died three years ago, our family surnamed Mei separated.

"The house I live in has changed from three in and three out to a single house. The house is small, and there is no rockery pond, but the land is calm and peaceful.

"Aya invited Mr. Xixi for his two brothers, and when he heard that I was interested in learning, he asked me to sit down and listen to the dictionary.

"One afternoon, my aunt and I sat under the begonia tree embroidering a veil. I saw the eldest brother running over in a panic.

"He brought the news of Aye's imprisonment. That is precisely the source of our family's disaster..."

Mei Sanniang buried her head deeply, hiding her picturesque eyebrows and eyes in the shadows.

Mo Xiang and Zhao Tan have been in Pingkangfang for many years, and they have long known the follow-up of the story:

- The father was imprisoned, the brother was in the army, and the daughter was reduced to a lowly status.

You can hear something like this from many geisha. They have heard so much that they are no longer moved by such stories.

Zhao Tan wordlessly handed Mei Sanniang a hand towel and asked her to wipe off the pasted powder makeup.

Mo Xiang, who aroused the sadness of others, seemed to have nothing to do with herself, and she put aside the embroidery sample and glanced at Mei Sanniang.

Only Qin Ying stood in front of Mei Sanniang, patting her shoulder and constantly reassuring: "...... It's all gone. Be brave. ”

"Almost all of the people in Pingkang Fong don't come here voluntarily. Everyone has a past that they can't bear to recall. Zhao Tan picked up the "Zhaoming Anthology" buckled on his lap and said lightly.

"For example, Mo Xiang, the leader of Zhong Lu Pavilion. Her Aya died at the hands of King Qin back then..."

Mo Xiang coughed and intercepted Zhao Tan's words: "If you want to give an example, you can cite your own, what are you doing with my business?"

"She Aya was killed by King Qin, so Mo Xiang has always refused to dance for King Qin."

Zhao Tan didn't look at Mo Xiang's warning look, and continued: "In the past four years, no matter how much pressure the sect exerts, she has not participated in any palace banquets. Including a Lingyan Pavilion palace banquet at the beginning of the year. ”

When Qin Ying heard this, she couldn't help but express her admiration for Mo Xiang.

The first feeling given to people by Moxiang's words and deeds is pride. She does have capital pride.

Posture, dancing skills, temperament, and temperament are not easy to talk about - so Mo Xiang became the well-deserved leader of Zhong Luge.

Mei Sanniang stopped sobbing and wiped away the traces of tears on her face with a handkerchief:

"It seems that the so-called fame, fortune and status are not groundless."

The maiko in Pingkangfang all said that Moxiang was just a little more beautiful than them, but she danced a little better than them. can be famous in Chang'an, just because there are high-ranking officials and nobles who are sought after behind her.

But they who create public opinion will never know how hard Moxiang worked when they couldn't see it.

Mo Xiangmao quietly got up, spread a soft blanket on the wooden floor of the ear room, and did stretching exercises barefoot.

At this time, the little maid in the pavilion had just washed up, and most of the geisha in Pingkang Fang were still asleep.

Qin Ying looked at Mei Sanniang's tone as if she was yearning, and said busily: "Don't you learn from her." Make a poor imitation. ”

"That's a lot of worry. Mei Xuan and Mo Xiang, who have a supple temperament, are two extremes, and they can't learn Mo Xiang's arrogance at all. Zhao Tan laughed and glanced at Mo Xiang's position.

Mo Xiang's bright eyes ignored Zhao Tan and looked directly at Mei Sanniang and the others:

"On the first day Mei Xuan came to Zhonglu Pavilion, Qin Ying said: The eight characters of her three ladies are unspeakably expensive. Qin Ying's words have now come true. She quietly blocked Zhao Tan back.

Zhao Tan finally knew that her eloquence was very different from Mo Xiang.

Once you go toe-to-toe with her, there will be absolutely no good fruit to eat.