In the last years of the Qing Dynasty, the big names in Beijing became obsessed with opera. Deliberately sprinkled some gold and silver from between his fingers. He ordered people to build the Red Mansion in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Red Mansion was built for more than half a year, and the whole building was seven stories high.

The appearance is extremely luxurious, the vermilion eaves, the gold paint, and the blue tiles are quite in line with the architectural style of the south of the Yangtze River. Under the square corners of each floor, there are also silver bells.

The Red Mansion is built against the lake, and the dignitaries who go to the Red Mansion to listen to the opera are determined by the identity of the visitor, taking a boat or painting a boat. The higher the status, the higher the floor. The higher the floor, the quieter the environment, and the better the skills of the famous singers.

The first time Chu Yun saw light smoke was on the seventh floor of the Red Mansion. At that time, a royal merchant was a young man, and he watched the light smoke being harassed by the guests with a cold eye. didn't say anything to solve the siege, but went downstairs to find other fun.

Zhang Tingsheng was a nobleman of the Qing Dynasty, and his official residence was in the Sanpin Sect. "Light smoke! The official has admired you for a long time, if you are willing to stay tonight, how about accompanying the official? ”

Just finished singing a song "Peach Blossom Fan", wearing a peach-pink water-sleeved kaftan costume. The face is painted with exaggerated oil makeup, but it also has a unique charm.

Qingyan took the wine from the maid's hand and filled it for Zhang Tingsheng. "Adults are not joking, everyone knows that the little girl is a clean lady." Zhang Tingsheng picked up the glass of wine and handed it to the light cigarette. "This official has always been the same, how can he joke with you, the Oiran of the Red Mansion? Okay, this officer, tonight, go to your pavilion, you clean up! ”

Chu Yun on the side couldn't bear to look at the fate of this Qingling. Turned around and left, only to sigh in his heart. "It's a pity that a famous singer who has sung well is going to be ruined again; The people who were favored by Zhang Tingsheng thought that there were few people who could escape. ”

Qingyan found an excuse and walked out of the Accord. But at the end of the corridor, I saw the master. Qingyan respectfully saluted the master, and the master waved her hand to excuse her.

Fang Luo combed his braided hair, and his eyes had the shrewdness to see the prosperity of the world. He was dressed in a azure robe with a stand-up collar and a pair of black cloth shoes under his feet. On his hand is a jade pipe, under which hangs a cloth pocket of light smoke to him; There are tobacco leaves in it.

"I heard that Master Zhang, I want you to spend the night with you?" Light Smoke blushed and blushed, "Master, Master Zhang, he ......" Fang Luo took a puff of his cigarette, and the mist he spit out carried the unique taste of tobacco leaves.

"Remember, how old were you to learn art with me?" "Master, the apprentice dare not forget, I first appeared on stage when I was eight years old." When the parents of young smokers in order to feed their son. sold her to a small troupe, when she was only three years old.

In order to survive, you can only work hard to learn drama. I get up before dawn to practice basic skills, and I can't eat enough or dress warmly. When he was eight years old, he debuted on stage and sang the song "Dream in the Garden". Although the voice has the immaturity of childhood, it still wins the joy of the audience.

After stepping down, he met his master. At that time, he was still wearing a stand-up collar tunic with a different color; It is a moon-white one. He asked softly, "Would you like to follow me?" With your talents, you will have a world in the future. ”

"Master, why do you ask so much?" Fang Luo put away his pipe and said lightly: "Alive, the most important thing is to live!" Do you know that if you offend Lord Zhang, it will be difficult for you to live. ”

A little tear flashed in Qingyan's eyes, "Master, Qingyan knows everything; Master Lao was worried. ”

"Light smoke, the master hopes that after a hundred years, this red mansion can be handed over to you."

In the evening, Zhang Tingsheng came into the attic where Light Smoke lived. There was only one garden table in the house, and this red candle was burned. "Light smoke, why only light a candle?" Light smoke wears a veil and sits in front of a bronze mirror.

"My lord, the face of the light smoke is ruined, and I don't dare to burn the lamp more, for fear of frightening the adult." Zhang Tingsheng paused, and said, "My face is fine this morning, why is it ruined at night?" ”

"Xu is the rouge used in the morning, and there is a problem with the oil paint. After the little woman removed her makeup, her face was covered with red rashes. It's really ugly, I'm afraid it's going to stain the eyes of adults. ”

"Oh! I want to see, what kind of rash is it? You sit here! As he spoke, he sat down at the table. Zhang Tingsheng stretched out his hand and took off the veil. "Humph! It's really ugly, it's a disappointment! When Zhang Tingsheng went out, he slammed the door.

The light smoke in the room breathed a sigh of relief, and he found that the cold sweat behind his back wet the white middle coat. "Xiaolian, help me get a bucket of hot water, I want to bathe." Xiaolian, the maid at the door, immediately replied: "Miss, the slave has been letting the room keep hot water!" Then go and have someone bring you in. ”

After a while, Xiaolian followed by four Xiaosi and entered the house. Xiao Si who came in was all powerful men. The two in the front carried large bath buckets, and the two people in the back carried two buckets of hot water.

After they poured the hot water into the tub, Light Smoke tested the temperature with her fingertips. "Alright, you go down first! Later, Xiaolian will ask you to clean up. ”

"Miss, let the slave wipe your back!" Qingyan undressed and stopped, "No need, you know I don't like to bathe when someone is around." You go down and rest first, and I'll call you over when I'm well." ”

"Yes, miss, slave and maid are gone!" After lying down in the tub, he took the flower basket from the small stool. Many petals were sprinkled on the surface of the water, and a layer was spread.

Suddenly, someone broke down the door. "Sister Qingyan, please help!" Qingyan was frightened, and the person who came to ask for help in front of him was from the third floor, Lingjiao Er tortoiseshell. Qingyan straightened his face and said, "Don't you know the rules in the Red Mansion?" Who gave you the guts to trespass the floor? ”

The tortoiseshell crying pear blossom with rain knelt on the edge of the bathtub and held the hand of light smoke. "Sister Qingyan, the sisters in the building know that you are a kind-hearted person. Ask my sister to save our lives! ”

"You guys? Who else but you? When the tortoiseshell heard this, she felt hopeful, and quickly wiped away her tears. said: "That person, my sister has seen, is the imperial merchant of the capital, the son of the Chu family, Chu Yun." ”

"How did you get involved with him, what the hell happened?" The tortoiseshell took the garment and put it on the light smoke. While wearing it, he said: "This matter is a long story!" My sister also knows that before I entered the Red Mansion, I was the daughter of a Japanese merchant owner. ”

"Because of the Japanese invasion of our country, many aspiring young people in China began to boycott Japanese products. After our shop was smashed, I went into the Red Mansion. However, not long ago, I met Chu Yun. He was my senior when he was studying abroad, and now he has joined the secret organization Anti-Imperial! ”

Qingyan felt that the tortoiseshell's words were too informative, and he couldn't accept it for a while. "Wait, you don't have to tell me that much. Take me to the rescue! ”