Since Lu Yao didn't have time to talk to me, I could only ask with a shy face and stare at the beauty, looking at the lewd dog who was about to wear and swallow saliva.

I cast my confused eyes on the dog master, who was so irritable that he twisted his eyebrows, and then poured a sip of wine, and told me the story slowly, and I immediately gained a lot of knowledge when I heard it.

The sword god Li Chengying slashed the red dust in Qinhuai, breaking the admiration of Mrs. Chai in Jinling, and Mrs. Chai has since fallen into the red dust, crowning Jinling with her beautiful face, and boasting that the stage name of Hongchen is the eldest girl.

After more than ten years since the dare to call themselves Oiran, Mrs. Chai fell to Qin Huai Xiang and died, all the nobles who are glamorous and called the Kui, all of them regard themselves as the second girl, and their real names are obscure before falling into the red dust.

The name of the sword god Li Chengying is known to everyone, but it is the first time I have heard of a little-known story about him.

Seeing the second girl Qin Huai, everyone present couldn't help but whisper after coming back to their senses.

"I heard that the second girl's piano skills are the best in the south of the Yangtze River, and Zhao Jianzhi of the former Jinling Thorn History saw its beautiful posture with his own eyes, and hung the seal on the Red House for three days, which was once regarded as a good story by the children of Jinling, and the word master Qin Feng endured the pain of breaking his fingers, especially for the second girl to reshape the word brand butterfly love flower, which can be said to be unique to the favor of Jinling talents!"

Listening to the timid whispers of these people, I suddenly felt a lot of emotion in my heart, no wonder the sages of the past generations always put "heroes sad and beautiful people" on their lips, as a way to excuse their lustful and stealing bad deeds.

Throughout the ages, there are traces in the annals of history that can be followed, and only Mr. Ji Bird is alone.

But when Mr. Ji Yu was not messing up, he was already at an ancient age, where did he still have the vigorous strength of his blood?

I think most of the men in this world are womanizers, it's just to see who is more daring!

From the greedy expression of the dog master and everyone who are salivating and eager to put his eyes on the slender legs of the noble man of Fuqin, you can see the nature of men in the world.

really responded to that sentence: It is a teenager who dies of a man!

The sound of the piano stopped, and a handsome boy in the crowd slowly got up, and when he waved to everyone, his eyes were full of apologies.

"Compared with the butterfly love flowers of the Qin family, I am afraid that my talent is small, and I dare not show ugliness in front of Brother Zhuren and the second girl......"

With a helpless wry smile, a young man wearing a felt hat picked up a pot of wine on the table and apologized: "Contemptible people are not talented, punish yourself with a glass to apologize!" ”

With that, the young man in the felt hat poured a sip of the liquor, which choked him and turned scarlet because the liquor was poured so violently that he coughed again and again.

"Brother Wenbo doesn't need to be annoyed, Qin everyone's lonely poems are half of the writers, not to mention that the butterfly love flower is the word card he reshaped when he is drunk, I think you give up answering, and the second girl will not blame you."

After Qin Feng, no talented person dared to use the butterfly love flower as a word card to compose poems, and the second girl Qin Huai, who had always admired and admired the talent, couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

She sighed lightly on the stage, and in the big house where the sages were all over, she still failed to meet a talented man who was even brave enough to fight.

Which girl in the world doesn't have spring?

What teenager doesn't have a spring?

This simple-minded second girl had saved enough money for redemption as early as the year before last, and she was willing to show up this time, in fact, with some selfish thoughts.

If tonight's poetry club can find a second person who is willing to write for her again, she can entrust her with her life, and follow him away from this worldly red dust and wander the world.

When she was drunk, she picked up the lamp to reshape the butterfly love flower, and Qin Feng, the flower boat lyricist who endured the pain of broken fingers, once warned her that indulging in Hongchen was mostly a negative person.

Men are looking for fun, smearing honey on their mouths and hiding knives in their hearts, they are very ruthless, and the red dust is full of ruined three views, and the prodigal son who plays on the spot.

If someone dares to write another poem in the name of Qin Feng, she can entrust this person with her life, and she doesn't have to waste in the red dust of flowers and willows.

It's a pity that this second girl has been waiting on the Qinhuai waterfront for more than three years, and she has not met this kind of man so far.

So she gradually transformed from her original longing to suspicion, will a man with such courage and talent seek joy in the Red Mansion?

In order to meet such a man, she took the initiative to recommend herself to the bustard girl with this selfish thought, and did not hesitate to endure the pain of seasickness, and followed the boat from Qinhuai to Luoyang.

In order to meet a man who is willing to entrust him for life.

It's a pity that the trip to Luoyang still disappointed and lost her, so she had to retreat with a gloomy face.

As the disappointed figure of the second girl slowly left, a red dress followed.

The nobleman who was wrapped in blood-colored red clothes and had a concave figure and jumped on the stage with two swords in his hand attracted everyone's attention the moment he appeared.

That bright figure is even better than the two nobles who are enough to crown the word "beauty"!

Through the bright red tulle, under the white face that looms visible to the naked eye, a pair of eyes as white as moonlight shine with a seductive beauty.

Those eyes are so beautiful that a man can't help but take a second look, and he is reluctant to take them away, even the dog master, who has a soft spot for the widowed lady, can't help but feel a spring in his heart, and his eyes are full of endless greed.

"Master Dog, can this begonia make your heart full of pear blossoms?"

Lu Yao's question stunned me on the side, and I asked him if I was eager to learn: "What is a begonia pressed pear flower?" ”

There is a way that you don't know if you don't ask, and every question is all ridicule and sarcasm, referring to Sang scolding Huai.

The so-called begonia refers to a young girl.

Pear blossom refers to the color of senile women.

The metaphor of begonias and pear blossoms implies an interesting story.

There was once a wealthy merchant in Luoyang City, whose husband died early, and then his widow found seven little white faces outside, imitating the man's three wives and four concubines, and married the seven men home.

By the time this person got her wish to marry the seventh little white face, she herself was already an old woman with gray temples, so later a literati commented: "A pear blossom presses a begonia", which makes the pear blossom have this meaning.

In the face of Lu Yao's ridicule, the dog master did not speak, gave Lu Yao a tireless look, and let him experience it himself.

On the stage, the red-clothed body of the sword-dancing nobleman is like a bright blooming begonia.

Under the slender jade neck, a piece of crisp peak is like clotted white jade, half covered and half hidden, and the plain waist is tied with a bunch of blue screws, but it is not a hug.

The thin sword in his hand fluttered, the aura of the sword was flying between the opening and closing, the hem of the red dress was fluttering, and the skirt between the couples was blooming like a flower, which attracted everyone's blood to spurt out.

The hem of the red dress opened and closed widely, and the beautiful legs of Bai Ruo Wenyu lit up in everyone's eyes, and they couldn't help but swallow the saliva that they couldn't help but beg.

Under the hem of the red dress, a pair of long, moist and well-proportioned legs sometimes leap like a river carp, sometimes landing soundly, like a crane with excellent concentration, the nails on the show feet are bright red like blood, and the lotus feet are silent and enchanting, attracting everyone's attention like a shock.

Looking at the shining eyes of the sword-dancing nobleman, Wang Gongwang pointed to the red-clothed nobleman on the stage and asked the bustard girl: "Is this...... Who is this? ”

Although the bustard is also dressed in red, her whole body is full of wind and dust.

Looking closely at the red-clothed nobleman dancing the sword, the eyes as clear as a spring are smiling and charming, the water covers the fog and is charming, and the red veil is staring at the slightly upturned red lips, that is the water hibiscus, which makes people so rare, I can't wait to put aside the shit of the literati and be elegant, and rush directly to the stage to kiss Fangze.

"Don't worry, the sword dance of this noble man on the stage, even if you are rich, you may not be lucky enough to see its style."

Bustard Niang felt embarrassed and leaned over to look at the red dress on her body, her face showed a little imperceptible shame, but this expression flashed away, and then she said with a faint smile on her face: "Don't worry, sons, when the sword dance is over, the nobles on the stage will not forget to report their families!" ”

Glancing at everyone's stupid eyes, the red-clothed bustard girl was full of joy, and couldn't help but think in her heart that in addition to these golden and jade people, she seemed to be called a scholar and a gentleman, but in fact, she was more defeated and made more money on the children of the gentlemen.

In these years, gold and silver babies are more reliable than men's mouths, no matter how cold these money is, there will never be a cold and cold woman in the world, right?

The sword turned over like the wind, and the fragrant sweat slid down the snow-like cheeks of the red-clothed nobleman who had closed the dance, until the sweat flowed to the neck, and everyone's eyes were taken away from her pair of proud and upright jade girl peaks.

"Little Woman's Word Card: Su Musha, dare to ask which son drew this brand?"

Through the red veil that covered the face, under the green face of the clouds, the smile that was more intoxicating than the fragrance of wine made all the Yashi literati present crispy.

At this time, someone exclaimed excitedly: "This ...... This is...... Gaze girl! ”