There is a poem that says:

Xiao Niang's face is thin and difficult to cry, and the tip of the peach leaf eyebrows is easy to worry.

The world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and the two scoundrels are Yangzhou.

There is also a poem that says:

More than thirteen years old, cardamom tips in early February.

Spring breeze ten miles of Yangzhou Road, roll up the bead curtain is not as good.

It is praised that Yangzhou, the most prosperous place in the world. Its people are prosperous, the boats and vehicles are densely clustered, and the goods are gathered, and it is the fortress of the Jianghuai River in the south and north.

When Xiao Yuan and others entered the city gate by horse-drawn carriage, it was already dark, but they saw that the entrance of the bridge gate and the alleys were very lively, and the tea shop and the green building and green hall were brightly lit, and the shadows and shadows were full of hustle and bustle. The twenty-four bridges are bright and snowy, illuminating the red bloom of the peony in the bushes, on the slender West Lake, the painted boats of carved beams and colorful buildings come and go, and the rich and rich salt merchants call friends to accompany them, or the poets and talented people enjoy the romance, and the famous advocates are excellent, and the sheng songs are endless.

When you get off the bridge, you will see an inn, with the word "Tongfu" hanging on the plaque, showing that there is a vacant room, they will get off the car to stay, everything is settled, Xiao Yun has disappeared, Xiao Yuan asked the store guy for hot water, and Sister Rong washed clean and removed sweat. Then I used residual water to wipe the dirty clothes and dry them between the window sashes, only to see Sister Rong obediently sitting on the stool and smacking her fingers, knowing that she was very hungry.

On the first floor of the inn, all kinds of meat, vegetables, rice and noodles were sold, and they sat at most of the table, Xiao Yuan looked at the various wooden signs with the names of the dishes written on them in front of the counter, and asked for a bowl of shrimp roe wontons and a cage of three-ding buns.

Then I found a seat by the window, and the man brought a pot of green poplar and a bowl and chopsticks and spoons, and brought a plate of pickles, including cucumber, tender ginger, and mustard, cut into thin strips, and tasted it with chopsticks, sweet and salty.

There was a prostitute standing in front of the door outside the window, and she was not allowed to come in, so she knocked on the window lattice and door panel in the canopy: "Old man, the love by the pillow is dew in the wind, and the mandarin ducks are on the water in the dream, do you want to be an outcropping couple?" "The voice is delicate, playful, still very young, and she wears heavy makeup.

"Was it a skinny horse?" There was a fat old man sipping a little wine, squinting at a prostitute in an apricot yellow dress, very slender, with a beautiful face, a thin waist, and a little bit of pretty, she was also clever, threw the red silk handkerchief in her hand to the old man, and then walked through the door to excuse herself, approached and smiled and said: "Yes, it was originally rationed to the salt merchant Zhao Guanren as a concubine, and she was driven out by the grandmother of the main house, and she had nowhere to go, so she had to stand here." ”

The fat man got up, got up, and led her upstairs.

Xiao Yuan secretly heard that Yangzhou had a lot of skinny horses, but it was like this, thin and thin, and he looked at it with a pitiful attitude.

The guy brought the shrimp roe wonton, the soup was bright red and oily, the wonton was big and thin, full of goose fat, Xiao Yuan pinched the skin with a spoon and divided it into pieces to feed Sister Rong.

Sister Rong shook her head and shook her head after eating one bite at a time, and put on three buns, Xiao Yuan poked the skin to dissipate the heat, and after feeding her two full stomachs, she ate the rest by herself.

There are few diners in the store, they all go to Fengyue to have fun, there are two or three prostitutes who no one wants are entangled with their buddies, refusing to leave, begging for snacks with a smile, no customers can make money, and it is inevitable to go back and be hungry.

Sister Rong rubbed her eyes and became sleepy, Xiao Yuan carried her back to the room, and saw that the door of Xiao Yun's room next to her was tightly closed, and she never came back.

The house was a little stuffy, she hid in the tent to fan Sister Rong'er, and dimly felt that there were mosquitoes buzzing, so she picked up the lamp and candle and searched for a long time, and burned two in the corner.

There was a sound of feet in the hallway, she paused and listened attentively, it was the shopkeeper who was tapping on the door of the adjacent room: "Oh, the hot water you want!" ”

Xiao Yan didn't know when he would come back.