The girl who entered the house to sing the song was called Sangwen, and she was a famous singer in Kyoto, and it was not easy for the idle magnates to see her in the past.

And the reason why Fan Xian recognized her was because more than a year ago, when she spent the summer with Wan'er Ruoruo's family in the summer resort in the west of Kyoto, this Sangwen girl was invited by Wan'er to sing a little song in the villa for a long time.

At that time, the breeze came from the lake, and Fan Xian sat next to Wan'er's sister and Ye Ling'er, the three girls, who were really the most wonderful period of Chen Guang after his rebirth, and there was a sentence in the song sung by this Sangwen girl, "Suddenly meet in a silk dress", which happened to meet Fan Xian and Wan'er for the first time in Qingmiao, so he was particularly impressed by this girl.

After Sang Wen entered the house, he sat down in the lower corner with a blank face, holding a musical instrument similar to a pipa in his arms, and said in a clear voice: "What tunes do the sons want to hear?"

Fan Xian's eyebrows frowned slightly, knowing that the other party didn't recognize him, but he didn't know if the other party remembered the words he wrote to her. Last summer, Fan Xian copied a piece of Tang Xianzu's wonderful words and gave them to this Sangwen girl in the summer village, and Sangwen relied on this word to become more famous in Kyoto, but according to Fan Xian's advice, he did not reveal the real author of this poem.

"Let's sing the first order. ”

Fan Xian half leaned on Yan'er's soft arms behind him, his eyes were slightly closed, and he ordered the most common tune at random, but he was wondering in his heart, how could a singer of Sang Wen's status be won by Baoyuelou, and ...... Sent it out casually? Plus this Yan'er is obviously not vulgar, could it be said that her identity has been seen by the owner of this Baoyue Tower?

There were two crisp sounds, pulling Fan Xian out of his suspicion. He smiled slightly, thinking that it was right, even if this Baoyuelou knew his identity and secretly deliberately flattered. You don't have to worry about anything, Tisi is a night prostitute, it's a big deal that the imperial historians of the Metropolitan Procuratorate will come to visit themselves a few more times.

Sang Wen's eyebrows are thin and curved, indescribably weak, and his lips are not smeared with Zhu Dan, so he looks a little light, and his facial features are beautiful, but the only pity is that his cheeks are wider, his face is a little bigger, and his mouth seems to be a little wider than the average beauty standard.

I saw her fingers flick on the strings. His lips opened lightly and he sang: "How did you come to cover your skirt widely? Rice does not stick to the spoon. Sleep is like turning a cake, and breath is like a gossamer. After a long time of trouble, it was originally a joy to tie the hair, but it was a complete lovesickness. (Note 1)

The singing voice is graceful and soft. Especially when singing the sentence of Qi Ruosi, Yan'er, who was lying behind Fan Xian, was also a little heavier, which was extremely provocative. Fan Xian listened with his eyes half-closed. I found that there was an extra wine glass on my lips, and I didn't open my eyes, knowing that it was Yan'er who was feeding the wine, I opened my lips and drank it, only to feel that my body was warm, and there was a charming and relaxed atmosphere, it felt really good, and I felt that it was good to relax all night like this, as for who the owner of Baoyue Tower was. It's never too late to check it out in the future.

But after singing the last few lines of the song, the atmosphere in the room became weird, Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes, looked at Sang Wen, who seemed to be unconscious, and confirmed that this girl did not recognize herself, but deliberately cold, maybe she was having an awkward relationship with Baoyuelou.

The last few sentences clearly describe the meaning of this song, and this laurel order is all in daily colloquial language, which vividly depicts the bitter lovesickness and faint resentment of a wife because her husband has traveled far away and never returned.

The song is simple, the words are simple, but the meaning is good, worthy of the identity of Sang Wendi, it's just ...... At this time, everyone was traveling at night with prostitutes, but she sang such a tune, which was really a bit of a bad scenery.

Seeing Fan Xian's calm expression, Miss Yan'er was somehow a little scared, so she quickly poured another glass of wine, put it to his lips, and pleaded softly: "Gongzi Chen, this Sister Sang is a famous singer in Kyoto, and ordinary Gongzi can't see it, you see, how about letting her pick a few more songs to sing to you happily?"

Sang Wen didn't seem to expect that this red-card girl who hugged the moon would actually relieve herself, there was a little more gratitude in her somewhat sad eyes, she was unwilling to let Yan'er suffer because of her resistance, and she also knew that her previous song was really inappropriate, so she quickly got up and said slightly: "This ...... Chen Gongzi, Sang Wen's fault. ”

Fan Xian snorted and didn't say anything.

All the people in the room looked at his face, and Shi Lili and Deng Ziyue didn't know what the adults were going to do. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian immediately turned into a smile and said: "The scenery and personnel of Kyoto are really different from Jiangnan, the first good place, even Xiaoqu'er is also persuasive to be kind." ”

The girls finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this joke, and Yan'er hurriedly responded with a smile: "The son has gone to the good, how can the slave family still beg for a living?"

Fan Xian smiled and patted her legs, his fingers slid over Yan'er's slender and elastic thighs, taking advantage of her, not letting her rub her shoulders, and sitting side by side to drink.

Sang Wen regained his spirits, smiled slightly, and sang another laurel order: "The true immortal in Luofu's dream, the double-lock snail, and the nine halo beads." The willows are delicate, the spring onions are delicate, and the autumn lotus roots are evenly rounded. The wine cup is a little shy, and the painting calls the cicadas on the ground. Just ask the honorable front, the moon is setting, what year is it tonight?" (Note 2)

As soon as the words fell, Fan Xian praised it first, and said sincerely: "Good singing skills." He turned his head to look at Yan'er's charming face in his arms, and said with a smile: "This little order, it turned out to be Yan'er's, the spring onion is delicate, and the autumn lotus root is evenly round...... His hand unhonestly went down Yan'er's finger forearm, pinched it, and gently lifted Yan'er's chin with the other hand, exclaiming: "What a beauty, but there is less wine, and there is no shyness and redness." ”

He looked back at Shi Yili, who was holding the prostitute below, his eyes were already showing lust, and his face was red for a while, and he teased: "It turns out that this sentence is about you." ”

When the girls saw him talking funny, they couldn't help but cover their lips and laugh, Yan'er smiled sweetly and took two wine glasses, touched him and drank a whole cup, but her heart was in a trance for no reason, this boy is really a master of mobilizing emotions in the field, is it really like what Sister Yuan said...... It's actually a person in the government's house?

It was late at night, and Deng Shi and the others, who were already ready to move, were driven by Fan Xian to the house on the side of the courtyard. The sound insulation here is excellent, and for a long time, I couldn't hear the happy voices of those men and women, Fan Xian couldn't help but smile, thinking that Deng Ziyue might be able to maintain a trace of clarity on the spiritual platform. However, he is not from three places, and it is difficult to find out any news about these prostitutes, and Shi Yanli, a scholar, is afraid that he has already been stripped naked by those girls. When he was drinking before, he tasted a trace amount of aphrodisiac drugs in the wine, and he knew that it was a common method used by these Qinglou, so he didn't care.

In the room, Sang Wen had a trace of vigilance on his face, and looked at the Chen Gongzi on the couch cautiously, not knowing the end of the banquet. What does it mean that he will leave himself.

Yan'er, who was fluffy in clothes, brushed her hair that was a little scattered, glanced at Chen Gongzi, and was also a little surprised. Thinking of this figure who is staring at Baoyuelou tonight. actually wanted to kill two birds with one stone, and a trace of discomfort swelled in her heart, no matter what, she was also a red man in Baoyuelou, who would have expected that this young son was not satisfied. Forced to keep Sang Wen in the room - she knew that in order to snatch Sang Wen over, the building had spent a lot of effort and demolished a courtyard. But Sang Wen is a prostitute, and he has a small reputation in Kyoto, saying that he will never spend the night with a guest.

I was about to put on a smile and break down a few words, but tonight's young benefactor pulled his body, and his body was hot for no reason, and he fell limply in his arms.

Looking up, Yan'er could still see the faint smile on Fan Xian's face, and she couldn't help but tremble, the young man's smile was together. The pockmarks on his face don't seem to be too eye-catching, and the whole person has a gentle and amiable taste, which is indescribably tempting and intimate.

"I bothered the girl to rub my shoulders for me, so I'll rub it for you. Fan Xian said softly, one hand slid gently around her waist, but the other hand gently rubbed her temples, but Yan'er was not allowed to refuse.

Yan'er's heart was cold, but she couldn't compete with the feeling of stability brought by her stable fingers, her consciousness gradually blurred, her long eyelashes closed slightly, and she slowly fell asleep.

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Seeing that Miss Yan'er was lying on the man's lap and her head tilted, and then she didn't move again, Sang Wen stood up in surprise and covered her mouth, her eyes full of horror.

"Don't be nervous, she's just asleep. Fan Xian said gently, carefully resting the girl who had served him in the middle of the night on the couch, and carefully took a pillow and put it under her neck.

Yan'er hummed in great comfort, her eyes closed, not knowing what to do in her sleep. Seeing this scene, Sang Wen confirmed that Yan'er was not dead, but he still cautiously retreated to the door, after all, the young man only rubbed it twice, and then hypnotized Yan'er, which made people feel very weird.

Fan Xian sat on the edge of the couch, looked at Sang Wen with a smile, stretched out his fingers and made a silent gesture.

Sang Wen only felt a flower in front of her, and the next moment, the young man had come to her side, she was shocked, turned her head and prepared to escape from this tiger cave, but she heard the next sentence in her ear that was so low that she couldn't hear it: "It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over the place, and they are all paid to the broken wells like this...... The girl is so affectionate, she can't even remember me. ”

Sang Wen only felt that he was really nervous to the extreme tonight, and looked at this "Chen Gongzi" in astonishment, and after a while, he found the clarity and tranquility that he had always remembered from the other party's eyes, and corresponded the face in front of him with the face in the hall last summer.

She opened her mouth wide, but a complicated look of surprise and sourness suddenly appeared in her eyes, as if she had countless words to say to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian looked at her expression, and knew that his luck was really good today, but he still shook his head firmly, stopped her from speaking, walked to the red toilet behind the bed, squatted down, transported the true qi in his body, and his fingers were like knives, silently tore off the bed curtain, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into the eyehole behind the armrest made of hollow brass.