Twilight Street.

Jiyuefang covers a wide area, and the glass lamp will shine brightly in the building. With pearl spar as the curtain, good sandalwood as the pillar. The gauze tent is woven by silk, and the begonia flowers outlined by silk threads are lifelike. Even every brick and tile is precious jade, and the lighting in the workshop is unified into a fist-sized night pearl. The white jade ground is carved with delicate and complicated patterns, and I don't know if it is an illusion when I walk by, but it sways and trembles slightly with the pace of people.

It is said that the inscription "Jiyue Fang" on the plaque is written by the real owner.

The handwriting is chic and powerful, vigorous and public, with a bit of wanton arrogance and a sense of vulgarity.

Tonight, the clouds gathered outside Jiyuefang, and the people all poked their heads and looked in. Don't say that the box is already overcrowded in the lobby, just to see the beauty of the girl.

The guzheng and pipa ensemble played in the audience, and the delicate women on the stage danced barefoot, like silver bells on jade ankles.

The clothes are light and not exposed, and the bottom of the peach blossom fan is half covered.

The dance steps are fine, and when you turn around, like a light cloud drifting, the cascading pleated skirt floats with it. The eyes are sparkling, and the inexplicable charm is fascinating. His lips opened lightly, and he sang a song adapted from poetry, and his voice was ethereal.

If it were on weekdays, such beauties would be all sought after by them, but unfortunately, at this moment, their minds have already flown out of the sky.

In the independent wing room on the third floor, a young man in a moon-white robe leaned on the soft collapse, his expression lazy, and his black hair tied up at random with a white ribbon. Two strands of hair fell down next to his cheeks. Unlike an ordinary man, his face is angular, and his facial lines are soft. The facial features are extremely handsome, and a pair of peach blossom eyes are sparkling, seemingly affectionate and ruthless. Zhu lips pursed lightly, as if smiling rather than smiling, and his gestures were contaminated with a bit of unruly atmosphere.

The young man's cheeks were red, and his full lips were moisturized by wine, becoming more and more delicate. The fair-skinned fingers are slender like green onions, holding a light pink ceramic wine jar, the texture is smooth, the altar body is painted with petals floating under the peach blossom tree, and the neck of the altar is tied with silver silk tassels.

"Tsk! The taste of the peach blossom brew in this Jiyue Fang is never tired of tasting, and it seems to be more mellow today. ”

Near the table, a man was dressed in a flaming red wide-sleeved robe, lined with a white midcoat, and tied with a jade belt around his waist. The black hair is tied in a silver crown with a dark red gemstone at the tip. The body is long, the face is like Fu powder, and the lips are painted with Zhu. Compared with the young man in white, this person's facial features are even more impeccable. Although he is dressed in red, he has never had the charm and softness of a woman, but perfectly interprets the blood and rigidity of a man.

In addition to the carmine color of begonias, the young man in the red robe is bathed in fire.

This person is Yu Ziye, the prince of Lin'an Houfu, and the other drunkard is naturally Su Zhen, the eldest son of Taifu Mansion. These two are now well-known gentlemen in Kyoto City, often lingering in the Red Mansion Chu Pavilion, and it didn't take long for them to be kidnapped back by the Fushang family.

And Yu Ziye loves red clothes the most, and longs to ride a war horse to gallop on the battlefield one day. When he was young, he had low self-esteem because of his size, but when he grew up, his appearance was worse than that of a woman's flower and moon appearance, which attracted the admiration of countless Kyoto women. What's more, jealousy was born.

"A-Ning, do you think that Mi Yao girl is really as rumored?" Yu Ziye looked at the lobby through the gap in the window from time to time, and the meaning of anticipation was obvious.

The corners of Su Zhen's eyes rose and teased, "I don't know if she is alluring the country and the city, but according to your appearance, putting on women's clothes and standing on the stage will definitely make those sons and brothers bankrupt." ”

Yu Ziye cursed in a low voice, picked up a glass wine glass and threw it at her, but she did not hurry to spin the folding fan in her hand and threw it, and the teacup fell on the folding fan, waiting to fly back into her hand. She put down the folding fan, smiled with her eyebrows, raised the jar to add wine to the glass, and drank it herself.