Everyone asked: "Liang Gongzi has a new way to play?" Hurry up and hear about it."

Liang Yuesong said: "The eight of us sitting here are numbered one to eight, starting from Brother Wen Yue. Then take out six dice from one to six points, and the eight of us take turns shaking the dice. The points drawn are added up and divided by eight, and the remainder is matched with each person's number. If you lose, you can either perform a talent, such as composing poems, lyrics, couplets, singing, dancing, and playing musical instruments, but you can't repeat it, otherwise you will be fined a glass of wine, or you will drink a glass directly, what do you think of this game?. ”

When Dou Guang heard him say this, he was suspicious: "Brother Chao, you are so smart. Start numbering from me, you're exactly eight, divide by eight, and the remainder will never be eight. Then you will never lose. ”

Everyone suddenly realized: "Yes, this is not fair. ”

Liang Yuesong said: "When it is just time to be eliminated, what if I lose?" ”

When the people heard him say this, they thought it was fair. Everyone thinks this gameplay is quite new, and most of them support it. Only Zou Kang and Ding Fenglai may feel that they have no talent and don't agree with this kind of play, but now it is six to two, and the opposition is invalid.

In the first game, Dou Guang began to shake the dice, and the result was four, corresponding to Zou Kang's wine Xia He, Xia He got up and said: "Today I will dance to cheer everyone up." I also asked Sister Youlan to accompany me. In Qunfang Building, Xia He is famous for dancing, and everyone applauds when they hear that Xia He is going to dance.

Then the pipa sounded, Xia He took off his shawl, moved the lotus step lightly, came to the open space in front of the wine table, and began to dance to the music.

I saw her white shirt, green silk and ink, colorful fans elegant, like fairies, like a fairy, like a water elf as if coming from a dream. A round of spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror, the woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrist and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes lightly Shuyun hand, the fan in her hand is closed and held, like a pen walking dragon painting Danqing, jade sleeves are windy, elegant and vigorous. The sound of music is clear in the ears, the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen like a silk string, turning, throwing, opening, closing, twisting, rounding, bending, flowing water like a dragon flying like a phoenix dancing.

At the end of the song, everyone applauded again. Xia He said lightly and returned to the table.

In the second game, Peach Blossom shook the dice, and the result was that Dou Guang lost. Dou Guang is also a talented man in Juzhou, and he will not drink and admit punishment when he comes up. yelling to make a poem, Xia He said: "Dou Gongzi, Liang Gongzi has already made two poems for Sister Youlan, and today you will also make a poem for Sister Peach Blossom." ”

This time it was Dou Guang's turn to write a proposition composition, but because of the face of the talented man in Juzhou, he had to search his intestines and scrape his stomach and think about it for a long time before he began to chant:

In spring, the peach blossoms bloom, and the wind blows the peach blossoms.

It bears green fruits in summer and peaches in autumn.

Everyone applauded, and Ding Feng said, "Brother Wen Yue's sentence of autumn peaches is really appropriate." Look at the peach blossom girl, that ass is really ripe like a peach. ”

made everyone laugh, and Peach Blossom was happy and shy, and her face was full of peach blossoms.

In the third game, Ding Fenglai lost, and Ding Fenglai picked up the wine glass and was about to admit punishment, at this time Peach Blossom was anxious: "Hey, hey! No, Ding Gongzi can't come up and drink, Dou Gongzi has made poems for me, and you also have to write a poem for Sister Qiugui. ”

Ding Fenglai doesn't read much, and now he is not even a child, where can he make poetry? So he shook his head again and again, indicating that he accepted the punishment. Everyone didn't follow, especially the Qiugui girl around her, who pleaded coquettishly.

So Ding Fenglai sighed for a long time before he opened his mouth and said:

Qiugui girl is really beautiful, cherry small-mouthed willow eyebrows.

The two-petal buttocks are fat and white, and they can fight thousands of times at night.

The crowd burst into laughter again.

After a few rounds like this, basically the first time was a talent show. Finally, when it came to the eighth game, Youlan lost.

Youlan said: "I'll sing a song "Yulin Bell" to see off Liang Gongzi." ”

Everyone quipped: "If Liang Gongzi loses later, he will definitely reply another word for Youlan girl." ”

Youlan smiled affectionately at Liang Yuegong, then took the pipa handed by the maidservant and began to play and sing.

The chilling cicada is poignant, and it is late to the long pavilion. At the beginning of the shower, the Dumen tent had no clue, and the party was nostalgic, and the blue boat was urged. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who are you waiting to talk to?

The song was poignant and quiet, singing about Liang Yuesong's reluctance and parting sorrow.

The liquor order continued, and then there were fewer and fewer people performing their talents, and more and more people drinking.

I don't know how many rounds passed, but Liang Yuesong finally lost once. According to Liang Yuesong's calculations, the odds of losing with the number seven and eight will be less, but he still loses once.

At this time, Dou Guang said again: "Just now, Miss Youlan gave Brother Xinrui a song "Yulin Bell", this time you have to fill in a song of orchid lyrics for gift." ”

Liang Yuesong thought to herself, there are too many poems about orchids, which one is suitable? Looks like this woman has taken a liking to me. But it's a great thing to brag about such a beautiful Oiran being taken down by me, so I'll respond to her. So he said: "I'll fill in a song "Man Tingfang" and send it to Youlan girl." ”

After that, he began to groan:

Carved jade exquisitely, blowing Lan Fenfu, rubbing crisp dripping abundant.

Dressed in frost and frost, he has beaten Zi Xinyi.

Self-love is shining in the wind, smiling and smiling, and peonies are missing. Shoot with contempt, snow on the skin, and smoke and rain paint the west of the building.

It is open, but it has not yet been, the buds have faded, and the crane's wings have begun to drape.

It is called the crystal curtain, the mica screen, the sun is about to be dewed, the ice is rotated, and the rings are uneven. Ask Qiongying, where is the soul? Clear dreams surround the Yao Pond.

This poem expresses the praise and appreciation of orchids. provoked everyone to applaud again and again. Especially Youlan is even more charming, her heart is warm, and her happiness is written on her face.

After playing a few more games, all three of them were a little drunk, only Liang Yuesong didn't drink much, and his mind was quite clear. The three of them successively let the girls around them help them to the third floor to rest (you know). At this time, the maidservants also quietly withdrew, leaving only Liang Yuesong and Youlan sitting silently in the room.

Liang Yuesong smiled awkwardly at Youlan and said, "Youlan girl, it's not too early, I, I'm going back." ”

"Liang Gongzi! Can't you sit with me anymore? Youlan's mournful eyes were full of anticipation.

"My father was strict and didn't let me spend the night outside. The coachman will come and pick me up in a moment. Liang Yuesong said a little timidly, it was the first time he had stayed alone with a beautiful woman when he was so big, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Does Liang Gongzi think that I am a woman in the dust, so he doesn't dare to approach me?" Youlan's eyes were shining with tears, sad

Said.

"No, no, the girl is twenty-eight years old, beautiful as a flower, and I love it very much." Liang Yuesong was so nervous that he spoke incoherently.

Youlan looked at his nervous appearance, and burst into a smile: "It's inconvenient here, Childe still came to my room to have a cup of tea to relieve the bar." ”

Liang Yuesong agreed, thinking to herself, isn't she just a beautiful woman? I'm afraid of a bird! It's a big deal to go back and be scolded again, and I heard that the Oiran "combs" costs a lot of silver. Lao Tzu is also a small rich man now, and he is still afraid of spending money? Thinking of this, he followed Youlan to his room on the third floor.

The room is divided into two rooms, inside and outside, although it is not large, but the decoration is light and elegant, and the room is filled with the smell of azalea soap. The inside room should be a bedroom, and the outside room has a few tables and chairs against the wall, although the room is small, but it is neat and orderly.

The maidservant served tea and snacks and quietly retreated. Miss Youlan sat opposite him and said, "Childe is about to return to his hometown, maybe we won't be able to see each other after tonight." Talk to me tonight. Is Childe really going back to his hometown for a blind date? ”

"My family did set a family business for me, but I did have a big deal to do when I went back."

"Childe has seen that girl?"

"I saw it when I was a child, and then I went to Yanjin County with my father, and I stayed for more than ten years. Haven't seen it since. ”

"That's a childhood sweetheart. That girl is so blessed, but it's a pity that a dusty woman like me doesn't even have the blessing of being a concubine for others. As she spoke, Youlan's eyes were full of tears.

Liang Yuesong saw that she was about to cry again, and didn't know how to comfort her for a while. had to change the topic and asked: "I don't listen to the girl's accent like a local, and I am familiar with singing, dancing and poetry, and I should be from a big family with a good family education, why did I end up here?" ”

Youlan sighed lightly and said, "Speaking of which, this was seven or eight years ago. I never wanted to mention it, but when Gongzi asked today, I said to you. ”

Then Youlan began to whimper, softly telling the miserable past that could not be looked back.

Youlan's real name is Yu Lan, she was born in Nanchang, Jiangxi Province, and has received a good family education since she was a child. In the twenty-third year of Chenghua, her father served as the magistrate of Yancheng County, Huai'an Prefecture, Nanzhili, and she went to Yancheng County with her mother, and it can be said that those years were the best time in her life.

In the fifth year of Hongzhi, when her father was about to leave office, because he offended his boss and was killed by profiteers, he was involved in a salt smuggling case, and her father Yu Sheng was dismissed and investigated, and was soon sentenced to beheading. Her mother was punished as a military prostitute, and Youlan was charged to the Church Division because she was too young. Later, he was sold to a government-run brothel in Nantong, and because of his charming appearance, he was trained as a "thin horse" since he was a child.

A few years later, something happened to the brothel in Nantong, and she was later sold to Qunfang Building in Juzhou. Because she is very proficient in poetry and songs, and she is charming and beautiful, she naturally became the Oiran of Qunfanglou, and the old bustard has continued to be cultivated as a "thin horse" in recent years in order to be able to sell it at a good price, and has not let her "comb" to pick up customers.

After listening to Miss Youlan's story, Liang Yuesong couldn't help but sigh and sympathize with her tragic experience, and a heroic pride to protect her arose.

Just then, there was a noise downstairs. The old bustard shouted in a sharp voice: "Second master, Miss Youlan has already rested with the guests, are you still going to break through?" ”

Then I heard the footsteps of someone going upstairs.

(End of chapter)

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