"What kind of gift is it?"

"The laughing boy will find out later." Xiao Yu gave a blessing, and then went, Jiang Xiaoshu got up and looked around the room with his hands.

I saw the boudoir pavilion, the fragrance bursts, and there are many pictures of ladies hanging on the wall, which is extremely researching, adding a bit of fun.

Looking down at the big round couch, I saw a bed of brocade quilt on the couch, strange to say, the quilt of the ordinary Qinglou is not embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, or the dragon and phoenix are auspicious, but the brocade quilt of the small fish is embroidered with a woman.

The woman in the painting is quite slender, her back is outward, but she can't see her face, Jiang Xiaoshu looks strange, and then looks closely, and finds that the woman in the painting is actually standing in a river, the river is bubbling and flowing, the woman in the painting is independent and on the river, fluttering like a virtual wind, she holds her heart in her hand, seems to be looking into the distance, Jiang Xiaoshu looked in the direction she looked, except for the grass parting, but there is nothing else.

Obviously, I didn't see her appearance, but Jiang Xiaoshu clearly felt that her eyes were so full of expectation and hope.

At a certain moment, the woman in the painting seemed to come to life, Jiang Xiaoshu's heart trembled, and he quickly tore the brocade away and turned his head away.

"It's weird and tight......," Jiang Xiaoshu muttered to himself, and then stopped. The quilt was lifted aside, and the jade pillow was driven, only to hear the sound of brushing, and a handkerchief that was originally pressed under the pillow fell.

Jiang Xiaoshu picked it up, only to see that this handkerchief was made of simple materials and rough workmanship, which was really incompatible with the atmosphere of Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Jiang Xiaoshu unfolded the handkerchief, only to see that there were poems embroidered on it: There is no news from the parents, and there are no villagers in the eyes. Poor sleepless nights, empty sighs and bitterness.

If you want to go with the river, the young girl is still young. Entering the Fengyue field, getting drunk every day. - Yu Xiaozhi

"The poems are not bad." Jiang Xiaoshu couldn't help but praise, and then sighed: "No wonder I can play "Yangguan Three Stacks" so really, but it turned out to be a hard-working person, and it is naturally much more moving when he is in love, and he feels it...... "At this moment, the door creaked and a flute sounded.

The sound of the flute is like a white flower in the hollow valley, blooming quietly, obviously such a small flower, but the fragrance is soaked in the whole valley, everywhere, the sound is just right, it happens to be heard clearly by the merlin outside the window.

The sound of the flute is like the green smoke wafting from the incense burner, although it is soft and delicate, but melodious and rippling, endless.

Jiang Xiaoshu remembered that in the middle of summer many years ago, when the capital was scorching hot, the bowl of plum soup he drank in one breath that day was indescribably happy.

He felt that he was still hanging on a high cliff a moment ago, the wind was howling, the ice and snow were raging, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw the sun rising on the top of the cliff, the sun fell on his face, and his body was warm and indescribable.

That's the way it is. The sound of the flute suddenly turned down, a little more haggard and hoarse, and the performer's heart was infinite, so he came out with the sound of the flute.

Jiang Xiaoshu's heart trembled when he heard this, and he slowly turned his head. He turned his head, and then froze. A fresh breeze blew in his face, and he was no longer in Xiaoyu's room, but came to a riverside.

Obviously, he has never been here, but Jiang Xiaoshu clearly knows the name of this river. Xiangjiang.

The river is rushing, the sky is foggy, and there seem to be countless grievances that are difficult to tell. The tip of the nose came with the fragrance of fragrant grass, and the refreshing taste of the river water came to me.

In my ears is the sound of the water lapping against the embankment, and a few egrets fly over the river, their wings fluttering, straight up to the blue sky.

Jiang Xiaoshu closed his eyes to feel all this, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, and before he could react, he heard another burst of singing.

"The emperor descended to Beizhu, and his eyes were sorrowful. The autumn wind is curling, and the Dongting is ...... under the rippling leaves" Jiang Xiaoshu opened his eyes in shock, looked in the direction where the song came from, and then his pupils shrank.

A beautiful woman is independent of the Xiangjiang River, barefoot, her hair is not tied, let thousands of green silk scatter like a waterfall, drifting away with the wind, the burst of fragrance, is from this drift.

She turned her back to herself, unable to see her face clearly, as if she was looking into the distance on the other side of the river, and with her gaze, the river, the breeze, and the clouds ...... It all drifted in that direction.

Of course, this also includes Jiang Xiaoshu's heart. This woman is naturally the one embroidered on the brocade quilt, I saw her holding her heart, singing softly, blending with the sound of the flute floating from nowhere, straight into the sky.

"If you don't do it, who will stay in Zhongzhou...... Let Yuan Xiang have no waves, and make the river flow peacefully...... Fly the dragon to the north, and go to the cave. After singing, the woman walked gently in that direction, Jiang Xiaoshu involuntarily followed her movement, he staggered to the riverside, and muttered to himself: "Let Yuan Xiang have no waves, and make the river flow peacefully...... What kind of longing makes you not even want to stop at the beautiful scenery on the banks of the Xiangjiang River? The woman looked into the distance and continued to sing, only to hear the cry and the lingering voice: "Yang Lingxi is not extreme, and the woman is resting for Yu Taixi." Sideways and murmuring, contemplating the gentleman's side...... Cai Fangzhou Xi Du Ruo, will be left behind. Time is not to be embarrassed, talk about leisurely!" Jiang Xiaoshu was already stupid, staggered a few steps forward, looked at the woman in a daze, and sighed: "Mrs. Xiang, why are you bothered by this? Mrs. Xiang shook her head sadly and wept: "Looking at the autumn water, Xiangjun will not come again." She began to cry, Jiang Xiaoshu almost broke his heart when he heard it, his chest rose and fell violently, staring at the other side of the river, like clouds, rivers and breezes, longing for the arrival of Xiangjun.

It's a pity that Xiangjun has no news after all. Jiang Xiaoshu only felt heartache, unspeakable loss and grievance, and couldn't help but want to question Xiangjun, who had never appeared: "Mrs. Xiang is waiting for you, but you don't even want to see her?" Not even the slightest news came, he was really a ruthless person! Mrs. Xiang seemed to hear Jiang Xiaoshu's heart, and said quietly: "Yuan has Zhixi and Lan, and Si Gongzi has not dared to speak." Jiang Xiaoshu was stunned: "What? ”

"Xiangjun and I are both subtle and euphemistic people, when he left, he told me that the grass blooming on the shore is his miss for me......" Jiang Xiaoshu lowered his head, looking at the countless Zhilan herbs blooming on the shore, his heart suddenly widened, and he grinned.

Mrs. Xiang wiped her tears and turned around. Its appearance is extremely beautiful, full of beauty and nobility, but it is always covered with a layer of fog, and it is impossible to see clearly.

In the haze, Jiang Xiaoshu felt that Mrs. Xiang seemed to smile slightly at herself, and then her eyes darkened, and she couldn't see anything clearly...... When he opened his eyes again, he returned to Xiaoyu's room, and he stood up and walked in front of Xiaoyu at some point.

Xiao Yu stood quietly in front of her, she had changed into a plain long dress, and the jade flute was hanging to her side, smiling at herself.

The two are very close to each other, their breath can be heard, Xiao Yu spoke first, and blew like an orchid: "Laughing scholar, this "Xiangjun" is a big gift for you, are you still satisfied?" Jiang Xiaoshu was still stupid, and said blankly: "Xiaoyu? Where did Mrs. Xiang and Mrs. Xiang go? Xiao Yu fluttered with disbelief: "I saw Mrs. Xiang, she was waiting for Xiang Jun in the Xiang River, I saw ......" The smile on Xiao Yu's face gradually disappeared - this "Xiang Jun" is the ancient rhyme in the "Nine Songs", which has been passed down for thousands of years, it is rumored that this music contains a mysterious magic, and people who are very affectionate will not be able to extricate themselves from listening to it, others asked, but he said that he went to the bank of the Xiang River and saw the ancient gods.

Originally, Xiaoyu only regarded this thing as a rumor of a strange thing, in the wind and moon, falling into the dust, Xiaoyu has seen too much coldness and injustice.

She no longer believes in the words "love to sex". But at this moment, looking at the pair of bewildered fox eyes in front of her, she was sure in her heart that the other party was not lying.

She suddenly felt a strong urge to know the owner of these eyes. Jiang Xiaoshu was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses:

"Little Fish Girl, you, did you see it?" Xiaoyu shook his head:

"If you are a god, how can you be seen by my mortals?" Jiang Xiaoshu sighed and said regretfully:

"It's a pity, I don't know if Mrs. Xiang has waited for Xiangjun."

"Xiao Yu doesn't know," Xiao Yu shook his head, and then smiled:

"If the laughing scholar knows the result, don't forget to inform me." Jiang Xiaoshu nodded, then sat down, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

Xiao Yu asked:

"Who is the laughing book?"

"Qin Cheng."

"Do you have a wife?"

"Yes," Jiang Xiaoshu nodded, and then grinned:

"But the fact that she's my wife, whether that stinky chick knows it or not, I can't say for sure." Xiaoyu smiled dumbly:

"But it turned out to be unrequited love."

"No, Little Fish Girl," Jiang Xiaoshu was a little helpless:

"Why do you always stare at me and laugh at me?" The little fish winked playfully and gave a salute:

"Little fish don't dare." Jiang Xiaoshu muttered, and then asked:

"Little Fish Girl, I listen to your extraordinary conversation, and your quyi is a must, why not be a clean person?" You must know that at this time, it is the third year of Daqin Jiaxin, the era of peace and prosperity, people are the most important pastime, and the red people who sell themselves are no longer as popular as before, and the Qing people who often play the piano and music are the real top cards and earn the most.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaoshu asked this question. Xiaoyu's expression darkened:

"The laughing scholar said that when Xiaoyu entered the industry, she was just a country woman who didn't know anything, where did she know these many skills, she could only be a red man...... These things just now are all self-taught in the past few months, but since you have entered the Goulan to be a red man, even if you have some skills, where can you rob other people's jobs?

"Slow," Jiang Xiaoshu was startled:

"How long have you been studying?"

"Hmm...... In a few days, it will be half a year. Jiang Xiaoshu's eyes widened - Lotte Jushi once wrote "Pipa Xing", the pipa girl who belonged to the first part of the teaching workshop, was also written in the thirteenth year, even if she started learning art at the age of seven, it took six years, and the little fish in front of him actually had such attainments in just half a year of self-study, it was simply talented, how could this not teach him to be surprised?

"What's wrong?"

"Little Fish Girl, how much silver do you need to redeem yourself?"

"Huh? Why do you suddenly ask this? ”

"You say it's what it is."

"Five, five hundred taels."

"No, take it." Xiao Yu Leng took the silver ticket and looked at the one printed on it

The words "Wu Bailiang" actually produced a very unreal feeling for a while, and she said in disbelief:

"Laughing book, this is ......"

"Take it to redeem yourself, and then I will write a letter for you to the Yangchun Pavilion in the capital, their big shopkeeper is my old friend, you go to him to be a Qingqi person, find an old piano master to teach you, isn't it much better than here?"

"This, this money is too much, and Xiaoyu can't collect it."

"Take it," Jiang Xiaoshu forcibly stuffed the silver ticket back into Xiaoyu's arms:

"You just gave me such a big gift, so that I can see the miracle of Mrs. Xiang, what is this mere silver tael?" Xiaoyu is very stubborn:

"By all means, the smiling scholar has given more than several times the reward of others, Xiaoyu is already deserved, but the five hundred taels must not be wanted......" She shook her head desperately, regretting it in her heart - this smiling scholar is so kind-hearted, but I ...... How can I ask for this money?

Jiang Xiaoshu could guess what she was thinking, he broke Xiaoyu's hand, put the silver ticket in, and then firmly closed the hand and held it, persuading:

"Good fellow, why are you so tough...... So, as I said just now, we are friends, so you should borrow the five hundred taels from me, and pay me back when you have the money. Xiao Yu was very embarrassed and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Hiss......" Jiang Xiaoshu scratched his face, and then had an idea:

"That's it, don't count the money I borrowed from you, count the expenses I paid in advance for the next time I listen to the music."

"Huh?"

"You think, if you go to the Yangchun Pavilion, you will definitely be able to become an Oiran in less than ten days and half a month, and after I return to the capital next year, I will come to the Yangchun Pavilion to find you, you can sing a song to me, and you won't charge me money." Yangchun Pavilion, one of the best places in the world, if you want to listen to Oiran singing, where is the five hundred taels of silver enough? After all the calculations, I still earned it......" Xiaoyu was a little confused by him:

"Childe earned?"

"Of course, but let's say it first, you can't rely on your big wrist at that time and perfunctory me." Xiao Yu finally accepted the silver ticket, and after pondering for a long time, he got up and took a deep look at Jiang Xiaoshu.

Jiang Xiaoshu knew that if he didn't accept this gift, Xiao Yu was afraid that he would have to think about it again, so he sat up straight, accepted this gift, and was about to boast about himself, but found that there was no one around, so he had to grin at Xiao Yu:

"How's that, pretty chic, right?" Xiao Yu didn't respond to himself at all, but said in a low voice:

"Laughing scholar, you are a good person, please leave quickly."

"What?" Jiang Xiaoshu was a little puzzled, but the next action of Xiao Yu scared him to the point - I saw Xiao Yu gently take off the phoenix crown on his head, but he saw that the bun on his head was the hair ornament of a married woman.

"You!"

"I'm married...... even if Jiang Xiaoshu is ten times smarter, he is completely confused at this moment, and when the thought flashes in his heart, a man's scolding came from downstairs:

"What bastard dares to prostitute my wife!"