Song An understood their thoughts, Hua Fengchun, who was seventeen years old with him, was a little prodigal, and Shi Jin, the youngest uncle of Liang Shanbo, who was twenty-one years old, was also a prodigal child.

The purpose of the two of them volunteering to follow Song An to Bianjing was to play, after all, they had been holding back for more than a month.

Anyway, I won't delay anything if I go to see Zhao Ji tomorrow morning!

Yanyue Lane is the Red Huoding District of Bianshangjing.

As soon as they entered the alley, Hua Fengchun and Shi Jin dragged Song An into a brothel called "Mu Fenglin Evening".

To be precise, the women in this brothel should be called prostitutes, because women sell their arts, and prostitutes sell their bodies.

As soon as they entered the "Mufeng Forest Evening", they were surrounded by a group of women dressed in flowers.

Soon, the three of them were separated, and Shi Jin and Hua Rong each chose a favorite woman to go upstairs.

Although Song An thinks that he is not very, as a normal man, he always has seven emotions and six desires.

It's been a whole year since he came to the Song Dynasty, he was almost busy every day, and he didn't have the heart to think about this at all, but now that he is in the middle of the crowd, it is absolutely impossible not to want to, and if he doesn't do it, he will be even more wronged by his heart.

However, he looked at the seven or eight women in front of him, but he was entangled.

It is true that these women are okay, but he can't do it.

They appear to range in age from cardamom to flowering.

In the Great Song Dynasty, women of this age were already adults, so Shi Jin and Hua Fengchun did not hesitate to choose the youngest and most beautiful when they chose people.

And he couldn't get past this psychological defense.

In his time, he was just a kid at this age.

"Mother Wang, I want a girl over twenty years old."

"Wait a minute, little official." Although the old bustard's mother was surprised, she didn't say anything, and went directly to call the girl again, after all, radish and cabbage have their own loves, and it seems that this little guest officer likes calves to eat old grass.

Within a few minutes, Wang's mother led three women in their twenties over.

These three women are all very beautiful, and compared with the artificially created beauties in later generations, they have more pure natural beauty.

"Which girl do you want from us, little official?"

"I ...... Can I have both? ”

"Of course you can, little official!"

……

After a few "Zhao Yun vs. Changbanpo", Song An felt that his body and mind had been released like never before, and Uncle Shi Jin and Hua Fengchun next door had already stopped moving, and they should have fallen asleep.

Dusk is the beginning, and now is the time of the child.

A thick sense of fatigue hit, and Song An planned to spend the night here.

Although the smoke moon lane at this point is full of people, it is not noisy, because people are busy with their own ......

Song An just wanted to fall asleep, but vaguely heard a woman's singing.

“…… Sideburns and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy, lazy to draw moth eyebrows, makeup and grooming late ......"

It is Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man" in the Tang Dynasty who is singing.

The tune is also familiar, and it was taught to Master Li by Song An.

Song An also heard that this was Master Li's voice.

Pushing open the window, the sound was clearer.

Diagonally separated by 30 meters, the beautiful archway in front of the "Fenghuafang" where Master Li is located is particularly conspicuous in the moonlight.

……

When Song An arrived, Fenghuafang had already ended.

There is only one song a day, this is the rule that Master Li can't move.

Although Fenghuafang's old bustard, Mother Li, had only seen Song An once, she remembered this young man who dared to abuse Song Tianzi in person.

As soon as she saw him coming, Li's mother hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

"Mother Li, I'm here to find the teacher."

"Little official, please!"

Mother Li led Song An upstairs to Master Li's door.

"Master, Song An's little official is here to find you!"

There was a candlelight in Master Li's room, and as soon as Li's mother finished speaking, there were a few footsteps in the house, and a figure quickly appeared in the door.

Through the thin window paper, Song An saw that this figure was Master Li.

Master Li, who was standing in the door, took a long time before he slowly opened his lips: "It's the same as before, and I also invite Song Anfu to meet with poetry." ”

Although Master Li's tone was very calm, Song An could hear that her voice trembled a little.

Then ...... Recite one more?

"Teacher, girl, how about I give a song "Red Bean Words"?"

"The teacher is listening."

"Endless lovesick blood and tears throw red beans,

The spring willows and spring flowers are full of paintings.

Sleep unsteadily, screen windows, after wind and rain at dusk,

I can't forget the new sorrow and the old sorrow.

I can't swallow the jade grains and the golden waves choke on my throat,

The picture is not exhaustive, and the glasses are described as thin.

The brow that can't be opened,

Endless leaks.

Just like the green mountains that can't be covered,

The green water flows continuously. ”

"Red Bean Song" was composed by Cao Xueqin in "Dream of Red Mansions" in the Qing Dynasty, 600 years later than the Great Song Dynasty, and Lao Cao would not come to sue Song An for piracy.

Mother Li was in the mood to listen to his poems and lyrics here, and left early to greet the other guests.

After the door was opened, Master Li, who was dressed in a white plain robe, stood in front of Song An.

She has already thanked for her light makeup, and she looks like she is clear and jade without makeup.

"Song Jun, please." Her tone was as calm as ever, and so was her expression. It's just that Song An found that her eyes were a little red.

"Thank you, teacher, girl."

Everything was as usual, Song An followed Master Li to the tea table, and Master Li delivered a cup of weak tea to Song An.

"Thank you Song Jun for remembering the teacher." Master Li's words still didn't have any temperature.

The tea was a little cold, and Song An was tasting the cold tea while tasting Master Li's words.

In all fairness, he's sorry for Master Li.

It has been more than half a year since I last saw Master Li. It was the most dangerous of the three expeditions to Bianjing. Lin Chong, Li Kui, and Dai Zong were all captured by Yang Jian, and Song An escaped with an arrow and accidentally crashed into Li Shishi's house, Li Shishi not only treated his injuries, but also was willing to take hostages to force Huizong to release Lin Chong and the three. And Song An, who has a big heart, didn't express his gratitude to others.

"I'm really sorry for the girl, but I can't come to see you often." Song An said with a guilty face.

"On weekdays, the teacher is very lively, so you don't have to worry about Song Jun."

Song An looked at Master Li and didn't know how to answer for a while.

He saw that the words on the white marble plain screen behind Master Li were four words.

One is Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case, Spring Breeze Night Blooming Flowers and Thousand Trees", and the other three sections are Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc: A Journey to the Mountain", "If Life Is Only as First Seen", "Picking Mulberries, Bright Moon Affectionately Should Laugh at Me", which were all written (recited) to Master Li when Song An met Master Li a few times before, and she never thought that she wrote them all on the screen.

Master Li pushed something to Song An's hand again, Song An thought it was tea, and was about to pick it up, but when he glanced down, it was a palm-sized and delicate inkstone.

"Please ask Song Jun to grind for the teacher."

Song An picked up the teapot and ordered a little tea in the inkstone, picked up the inkstone and grinded it in the table.

Master Li held a small pen in his hand and soaked it in the inkstone, walked to the blank space of the screen and hung his wrist to write.

"Endless lovesickness, blood and tears......"

She muttered and wrote.

The words are like her person, her font is ice and jade, and dignified and elegant, which does not lose the atmosphere, like her whole person.

Facing Master Li, the first beauty of the Great Song Dynasty, Song Anxin made waves.

If it weren't for the storm with the three women in the "Maple Forest Night", Song An really wanted to knock Master Li down.

But her temperament exudes an unattainable height that cannot be humiliated by anyone.

Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, this is no longer suitable to describe Master Li.

"Even if it's a red bean song, presumably Song Jun also composed a song for this song, the teacher hasn't heard Song Jun play the qin for a long time, I don't know if I can appreciate my face and make a song for the teacher?"

Thankfully, Song An is glad that his descendants composed the music for this song when he was filming the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions", otherwise such a beautiful scene today would be embarrassing.

"Endless lovesick blood and tears, throwing red beans ......"

Song Anqin groaned softly.

His voice is very clear, and the tune of his own song is also very tactful.

Master Li's memory is also amazing, Song An only memorized "Red Bean Song" with her once, she actually remembered it all, and wrote it down word for word.

At the end, she wrote after the words: Song Jun Anlang wrote the lyrics, and the teacher wrote.

At this time, Song An had not yet sung half of the song.

Song An closed his eyes and stroked the piano and sang a cappella, without the slightest idea, Master Li was already sitting beside him.

After a while, Master Li, who was holding the tea cup, gently leaned on his back.

At the end of the song, the strings stop.

The two of them just stood back to back, and neither of them spoke.

This feeling of tranquility made Song An very reassured.

Until a loud noise came from the street, and the silence was broken.

"His grandmother's, where did the birds come from, and they dared to rob the little lady in the palace!"

"Finding a girl is like doing business, whoever pays for it is whom, and it is more particular about a first-come, first-served basis, we paid first, this is ours! I don't care if you are inside and outside the ya, even if the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty comes, he won't be able to do it! ”

The voice of the self-proclaimed "Benyanai" seemed to have heard it somewhere, but I couldn't remember it for a while.

But the second voice surprised Song An.

It's spring flowers!