The light and mild taste of agarwood incense fills the air, and wisps of light smoke drill out of the small furnace, circling for a moment and scattering into a lotus shape. The kang bed was warm, and the girl slept in the futon, unable to hear the voices in the room outside.

"You take good care of her, and when she is older, let her read and write, and I will arrange someone to come." If there is any shortage, you just have to open your mouth, and you should not treat her badly. ”

It was a man who spoke, about his early teens, dressed in a heavy black coat, and even if he was sitting, it was not difficult to see that he was burly and straight. In front of him stood a woman, a merchant who had been on his way. The woman's face was respectful, and she bowed her head and listened to the man's command, and said yes again and again.

"This child is poor, I will treat her well. It's just that the master wants to ...... "The woman hesitated, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the man interrupted her back.

"Mo Yu Yuan, you are a smart person, you should know how to be cautious in your words and deeds."

The woman quickly shut up and said no more. The man went into the house again, looked at the girl who was still asleep, and then turned to leave. The woman sent him out of the door, and turned back with a depressed face.

The snow rolls up, the years go by, and it is nine years later in the blink of an eye.

In the spring of the twelfth year of Qiren, on the most prosperous street in the national capital of Mojing, the maple trees on the side of the road have just emerged with green and tender leaf buds. Next to the tallest and largest maple tree, the sound of silk and bamboo in the Cold Incense Pavilion has rarely played for two nights and three days.

When the second quarter moon began to climb up the dark blue sky, the pavilion team quietly withdrew, and the guests were consciously silenced. The crescent moon had just hooked the treetops at the top of the old maple tree, and a group of white-clothed girls dressed in snow were dressed in tulle decorated with down feathers, holding hands and hugging in one place, like a budding white epiphyllum flower.

Epiphany fell in the middle of the flower hall, with a pipa in full bloom instantly, a thousand heavy snow-white skirts rotated gracefully, and a girl in red sat in the middle with a pipa in her arms, which was a delicate stamen, such as stepping on the snow waves all over the ground. The sound of the pipa is noisy and cut, and the person who plays the pipa looks like a pear in Sanchuntang, and the color is like frost and snow.

The people in the audience seemed to be drunk, and they forgot what was in the cup, and the handsome boy with a jade flute on his waist didn't pay attention, sprinkled the osmanthus wine all over his body, came back to his senses and wiped it in a hurry, and hurriedly apologized left and right, causing a slight sneer, and by the way, he got a few dissatisfied eyes.

"Oh, wipe it."

Next to Childe was a well-known servant, pinching and handing over a handkerchief with his orchid fingers. Tanhualang, who is the chief do, did not follow the coaxing, and only looked at the people on the stage with a pair of eyes.

The people on the stage just didn't see it at all, concentrating on their pipa music, and the white-clothed dancers around her were all smiling like flowers, but she was always like frost. The girl had a tear mole under the left corner of her eye, outlined with rouge to form a double-petaled begonia flower.

At the end of the song, the green onion white fingertips hooked, and the last sound suddenly fell, calling back the souls of the red dust guests in the flower hall. In the endless admiration, the girl in red slowly got up, lowered her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips pursed a slight arc, and a little bent her knees and a little head were considered to be thanks.

"I haven't heard this pipa for a long time, thanks to the blessing of Tanhualang......"

"yes, I thought the Oiran would never be on stage again......"

There were quite a few familiar faces in the crowd, talking to each other as if they were turning their heads sideways.

Everyone in the city of Mojing is well known, the cold incense pavilion is a green building, the pavilion is called the flower lady, the red is called the flower card, and the leader is called the oiran and the head card respectively.

In the seventh year of Qiren, when the Leng Xiang Pavilion opened, there was often a woman sitting upstairs behind the railing of the weeping flower corridor, hanging down layers of white yarn to hide her true face, playing the pipa, and singing the pearl round and jade water town commentary. That one-handed pipa skill is perfect, almost like fairy music, it is said that it was taught by the master of Moyu Pavilion himself, and there is a blue out of the blue, exquisite and wonderful.

It's a pity that the Leng Xiang Pavilion has protected her very well, and after a few years, people have only heard that she seems to be the daughter of the pavilion master.

In the New Year of the tenth year of Qiren, a young girl dressed in a cherry blossom red woven gold dress appeared in the weeping flower corridor of the Leng Xiang Pavilion, with a small face with soft lines of melon seeds, no more than cardamom years, white and soft skin, a pair of amber peach blossom eyes seemed to be shrouded in heavy mist, and there was a bright light like a cold star that could not be hidden under the hazy mist.

There were people present at the time, and I am afraid that they will not be able to forget that scene for a long time. The girl stood there, with two bent eyebrows, her eyelashes thinly traced, thick as crow's wings, pursing her thin red lips, and looking indifferently at the flower hall downstairs, like a red lotus flower that can only be seen from a distance.

From then on, people knew that the girl behind the white gauze liked to wear bright and bright red, and it turned out that her name was Mo Yuyan, and it turned out that there was really such a stunning color in the world.

It was that year that the top brand of the Leng Xiang Pavilion, the Ming Xiang Girl, suddenly left, and the appearance of this little pavilion master was quite a bit of a relief. She was literate and literate, and she was born with a crystal heart, and it didn't take long for her to become the unrivaled Oiran of Lengxiang Pavilion. Those vassal and elegant sons always say that this little pavilion master is a real interpretation flower, but in fact, those who have seen the true face of a beauty in them can be counted on two fingers.

The appearance of the little pavilion master was unexpected, and so was the disappearance, and before the next year's New Year, she seemed to have left. After such a long time, those elegant sons said that someone must have won the hearts of beauties, and the golden house was hidden.

"The face of the person does not know where to go, but the peach blossom is still ...... Tsk, tell me, who is it that can dig up the top flesh of Mrs. Moyu's heart? ”

"It's not you and me anyway, come, drink tea, drink tea."

In the first two years, there were people in Mojing's wine shop and teahouse from time to time.

Until the spring of this year, the new branch of Tanhualang invited confidants and friends to come to the Leng Xiang Pavilion to listen to the music and enjoy the dance, and drank the osmanthus brew in the pavilion, which was known as a unique in Mojing, and it was lively for three days. The drunkard did not mean to drink, this Tanhualang came to the door in person, and repeatedly invited him for many days, before finally inviting the Oiran who had disappeared for a long time to show up.

"That's it, it's hard for Zhou Tanhua to be so sincere, Yan'er has already agreed, and she will play a song on the last day." The pavilion master of the Leng Xiang Pavilion replied.

As soon as the Oiran finished playing a song, she was greeted by a maid who took the lute from her hand, and the other helped her down the platform. It was common sense that at this time, she should have made a toast with the person who was the host, but it didn't seem like she was going to do that, and went straight to the stairs.

"Miss Yan'er! Girl, please stay. ”

Tanhualang saw this situation at a glance and hurriedly called her. When Oiran heard the movement, he stopped, followed the prestige back, nodded and smiled politely.