I looked at Ruge's eyes and said, "How many people spend a lot of money, for what?" Since you cherish the first night, the people who come to sell the gold cave and spend a lot of money also cherish it. You are in charge of your own words, how much the Bamboo Forest Pavilion has lost, do you know? ”

Yixi's words were like a song, and he hung his head and was silent. "However, my sister made an exception for you today, and I will make up for the deficit with my own body."

Ruge couldn't believe her ears, and her sister opened up for her. "You have to remember that you little sisters and the Bamboo Forest Pavilion share weal and woe."

Ruge kowtowed, "My sister promised Ruge to ask too much, and Ruge knotted the grass ring to repay my sister." ”

One evening in early summer, the merry and talented, wealthy businessmen, and dignitaries gathered in the Bamboo Forest Pavilion. Today, several Qingqi of the Bamboo Forest Pavilion are going to recruit guests to the curtain.

On the Lanyue Pavilion of the Bamboo Forest Pavilion, a son with a wide robe and big sleeves, and black hair loosely tied with ribbons. Leaning against the railing, he has a purple jade flute in his hand. It is the famous first beautiful man in the capital - Jiang Yao.

There is also a goose-yellow figure, shrouded in sword light, dancing with the tune of "Fengyun Meeting".

The sound of the flute was agitated, and the sword light enveloped the thunder. On the pavilion, the people watching in the courtyard held their breath.

The sound of the flute is gentle, and the dancing sword light is like a dragon breaking through the ice. Everyone couldn't help but smile.

At the end of the song, people were still immersed in the sound of flutes and dancing. saw the boy in a wide robe and big sleeves hugging the graceful goose yellow figure and floating down from a high place.

Childe raised his hand and grabbed the ribbon hanging from the Lanyue Pavilion. Lined with a bright moon in the sky, a pair of beautiful people are like fairies in the moon descending to the earth.

The two of them floated to the ground, and everyone had not yet returned to their senses. Jiang Yao crossed his hands and saluted, and left abruptly.

Ruge folded a light gauze scarf on her face, revealing only a pair of dark and bright eyes. Looking at the flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water, the hazy beauty is even more reverie.

A clear female voice sounded; "The little woman is like a song, so polite." A maid came over, and she went back to her room to bathe and change her clothes.

The crowd came to the hall without getting enough of it. Zhou Yu came with his friends, he just came to see the excitement. The money issued by the imperial court, Zhou Yu's family still has an old lady to support.

Wen Tingyun lives here half a year a year, and he also comes to see the excitement. He was very eye-catching in the crowd, tall and burly, with excellent eyes.

When he looks at you quietly, his eyes are pure and clear, like a child who doesn't know anything about the world.

The problem is that he often squints his eyes and glances at you from above, showing his claws with arrogance and disdain.

Despite the fact that in the slippery crowd, he looked particularly depressed and shabby. The insolence and disdain of the body are like the river that bursts its embankment, flooded with water.

Xuanji always chased after him, asking him to change his clothes and wash them. The mystery is taken care of diligently. Wen Tingjun cooperates with 'positive'.

He always had a way to make the clothes he had just changed into, this piece dipped in some ink, that piece of zouba. It looked like I hadn't changed my clothes in days.

Sister-in-law Yu couldn't stand it, and counted her daughter; "Xuanji, are you too idle to have nothing to do? Master's clothes, if you wash them every day, he won't be able to wear them well. ”

Xuanji grinned, and promised his mother, "Mother is right." "Still doing my own thing, perseverance.

A colleague beckoned Wang Wenxing to come with him, but Wang Wenxing shirked something and refused.

He used his money to support his family, and he also had to give his wife a part to make up for his debts. There is no money for additional spending.

In the hall, there are beautiful women cooking tea and playing music, and the music is soothing and melodious. The table is laid with pen and ink, and flowers, melons, fruits and pastries are placed on the small table. Guests are at their own disposal.

The Bamboo Forest Pavilion has an atmospheric style. Other brothels charge an entrance fee for large-scale events.

It's a pity to speak, most of the people who can come here to spend are not bad for money. Since there is no shortage of money, take money out of their pockets, and let them pay willingly.

The way of apportionment is very passive. It seems that the small family is staring at other people's purses angrily, which is not the way of playing in big stores.

Ruge redressed and entered the venue, wearing a red bandeau skirt, which lined the skin with frost and snow. Feixian hair bun is an emerald peacock opening screen and shaking.

A graceful and luxurious, budding peony flower blooms in front of everyone's eyes. Many people are eager to try and win.

She walked behind the soft smoke tent and sat sideways inside. The lights and candles flickered, and the people outside only saw the shadow of the beautiful woman.

This year's way of holding the beauty is also unique, talking about poetry and literature, and the one who wins the first place will hold the beauty.

I have money, I am capricious, whoever bids high, the beauty belongs to whom. "This is fighting for the Oiran, not the imperial examination room, what kind of text is it?" A few people are clamoring for their rights.

"Poor sour, poor sour, which poor sour scholar wants to turn over?" Many people searched in the direction where Wen Tingyun was.

Wen Tingyun narrowed his eyes and looked around casually, the corners of his mouth hooked up with an uninhibited smile,

"Poor sour gas and copper stench, poor sour gas can still be left with a beautiful heart. The copper smell is still full of brains and intestines. Hahahaha"

Wen Tingyun stood up, standing out from the crowd, with his hands on his hips, looking up to the sky and laughing. Xuanji stood behind the railing of the cloister on the second floor, and saw this scene.

Sister-in-law Yu didn't let her go here to join in the fun, but the child was curious. Master is the best, she applauded Master on the second floor.

Those few opposing voices disappeared, and they continued to compete, but they seemed to be uneducated.

Wen Tingyun didn't want to participate, he just came to see the excitement, and asked these people to be stimulated, and he brushed five poems in one go.

"Brother Wen, Wen Si is springing. Which one to choose? Jiang Xin asked, he was responsible for hanging the poems and letting everyone evaluate them.

Wen Tingyun replied casually: "Any song." "Super confident. Jiang Xin looked at them one by one, worthy of Wen Bacha, arrogant and arrogant.

It's really any one that dominates, and others seem to be running along. "Brother Wen, brother admires." Jiang Xin selected the best of the best and hung a poem on the wall.

The Bodhisattva barbarian hill overlaps and the gold is extinguished

The hills overlap and the gold is extinguished, and the sideburns and clouds want to be fragrant and snowy.

Lazy to draw moth eyebrows, late to make up and groom.

Before and after the flowers, the flowers reflect each other.

The new post embroidered Luo shirt, double golden partridge.

Zhou Yu wrote a poem "Girlfriend Love"

Juanjuan has moon eyebrows, and new sideburns learn to fly.

Dark sandalwood powder, sunny window painting jacket.

The sleeves are red and lonely, and the eyebrows are thin.

I also went to Changling, and I won't return tonight.

Jiang Xin hung everyone's poems on the wall one by one, and everyone looked at them in turn, and selected the best poems, and the winner could spend time with the beauty.

There was a commotion downstairs, the public said that the public was reasonable, and the mother-in-law said that the mother-in-law was reasonable. There were several official-looking people in the upstairs private room, who came out and stood on the cloister, looking downstairs.

One of the men in his fifties was Du Zheng, the Duke of Xingyang, the assassin of Changzhou. He stared at Jiang Xin's back.

Jiang Xin posted a poem and turned back. Du Zheng was shocked, he rubbed his eyes and looked carefully.