The soft and beautiful moon is teasing the window, and the fragrant Qiong brews the boudoir. The red satin quilt in the hibiscus tent, the jade pot is fragrant with butter powder.

In front of the door, there is a six-curved screen, vermilion camphor wood seat, apricot yellow silk screen, side decoration of green and green cicada pattern jade, painted on the gold background of the spring map, brilliance, gorgeous very. Behind the screen, facing two openwork carved windows, a few rays of moonlight shine through the curling sandalwood smoke on a curtain of multicolored beads. The bead curtain swayed lightly, more beautiful than the moonlight, and seemed to dance with the beautiful sound in the curtain.

"When the autumn clouds are cloudy, the sun is gradually twilight,

Change a bleak court.

Listen to the cold,

There is no shadow of geese in the clouds.

Deeper people go to silence,

But the lone lamp on the wall reflects each other.

The wine has woken up, how to spend the night forever ......"

The singing voice is tactful and long, such as Huang Ying out of the valley, and the aftermath is lingering, which is breathtaking.

"'The microwave is clear and does not move, and the cold soak is a star'. can sing Zhou Meicheng's song "Guanhe Order" to such a point, and it should really live up to the three words "flower tongue". ”

Ying Zipian sat at a six-legged beech table, covered with a scarlet silk table runner and a bright yellow tassel at each of the four corners. And the eight treasures of jade food and jade liquid elixir placed on the table runner are a little more beautiful under the commensurate beauty of Yuhang. However, the man sitting across from her at this time seemed to be a little out of step with the quality of this table full of delicacies.

His hair was dirty, even with dreadlocks, his clothes were shabby, and he did not sew up a few holes, the two mustaches under his nose had not been trimmed for a few days, and they looked like two weeds growing randomly on the edge of a dilapidated wall; a pair of big-eared people were like two open mussel shells, and when he shook his head, they became small pampas fluttering on his temples; deep or shallow wrinkles crawled all over his face, and he should have passed the age of not being confused.

But although he is not good-looking, and can even be said to be sloppy, since he can be invited to this Golden Wind Tower, his identity can be seen.

Yes, he was invited, and he was personally invited by one of the four leaders, the head of the Golden Wind Building, Ying Zipian himself. Who is he sacred, and what kind of ability can make this countless dignitaries and dignitaries who are rarely seen in the face of self-pity and commitment?

No, that's wrong. Today's commitment is not to self-pity, but to his "only easy not to be" Puyang law.

"Mr. Puyang smiled," should be self-pitying and smiling, the delicate and glutinous voice is soft and soft, and there are layers of ripples in these few feet of boudoir, making the listener as sweet as honey. "Whatever the tongue is, it is just a rumor that people use to spread falsehood. How can these small tricks of the slave family be in the eyes of Mr. ”

Pu Yanglu squinted his eyes slightly, and quickly clamped into two thin lines. His left hand rubbed the wine glass in front of him, and the wine in the glass reflected the greasy smile on the corner of his mouth.

He laughed twice and said: "Ying Xingshou should not be humble, since he left Kaifeng Mansion, although he still listens to a lot of songs, he really hasn't seen any girl who can match Ying Xing's first eleventh and two." ”

How can I not hear his words in self-pity, there is no one who can compare to her when I leave Kaifeng Mansion, and there is naturally someone better than her in Kaifeng Mansion.

She immediately pretended to be lost, and said coquettishly: "It seems that even Mr. has a soft spot for that 'flying general', and he actually used her to ridicule the slave family." The slave family is the daughter of a poor family, and naturally it is not as good as the jade man who makes the official family treat each other with a green eye. ”

Although she said strange things on her mouth, her eyes were full of charm, indescribable grace and charm, and endless charms.

Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass, not to mention that Puyang Law is not a hero at all, not to mention that he should pity himself and be a beauty among beauties.

What's more, on a night of wind and flowers, Yanliu Lane, who doesn't want to make a show.

Each has fun and tries it again and again.

Puyang Law Chief said "eh", slowly got up, came to Ying Zipity's side, found a wooden stool and sat down.

He picked up the flask with his right hand, reached for the glass with his left hand, and took the opportunity to rub it on her hand as he passed it.

Yingying wine trickles out of the narrow spout, dyeing the glowing white jade cup with a mellow aroma.

"What are you talking about, in a certain eye, you are a fairy who descends to the earth, a mermaid who comes out of the water. Even if you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, it is ten times more beautiful than all the women in the world...... No, no, a hundred times more, hehe......"

It was the slippery smile again, and the hand slipped on the waist of self-pity at some point, rubbing it wantonly on her thin waist.

Ying glanced at him with self-pity, pushed away the arm that was around her, and pretended to be slightly angry: "How is it possible, Li Xingshou has a teaching workshop in the palace to accompany him, how can it be like a slave family, I can't find a good pianist if I want to invite a good piano master." ”

came, several times to push the cup and change the lamp, a few times to be false and wronged, and the main drama finally came.

should look at him with self-pity, grievance and charm are mixed together, melancholy and expectation are mixed into a line, and ten people can be drunk under the sweetness of peach blossom wine.

At this point, she was the only one who was going to get drunk.

And this man is very sober at this time.

Pu Yanglu just looked at her playfully, smiled and didn't say anything, and waited for her to follow.

Ying Zipian snorted lightly, turned his head, and said angrily: "Three days later, the seventh day of the eighth month will be the Oiran Tournament." A few days ago, I heard that Puyang Lu, the world's first pianist, had also come over, and the slave family was both happy and afraid. I am happy that I can finally see Mr. Puyang's demeanor, and this fear is that I am afraid that Mr. You will play the piano for other Oiran girls, which will make the slave family very distressed. ”

Puyang Lu was silent for a moment, and then laughed twice: "This time, the only Oiran I saw was the lady, and if you want to make the piano, you can only make it for the lady......

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

Ying self-pity understands that he can be invited to come today, and he naturally knows this little bit of his own thoughts. And his little thoughts, he can only think that he doesn't know, and see what tricks he can bring, and see if he can cope with it......

"Who doesn't know that you, Mr. Puyang, are a well-known iron rooster. And other iron roosters are not plucked, you are good, it is someone else who plucks a hair, and you never want to make a crow. If people in this world want to hear you play a song, they must agree to one condition from you. The slave family is only the last to learn, and he can only sing a few entertaining songs, and he is just a broom for himself, but there is nothing that can teach you to look forward to. ”

She snorted, glanced at him, and then turned her head aside to ignore him.

Puyang Lu laughed, and two rays of light appeared in his eyes: "What is the difficulty of making the qin, and what is the difficulty of folding off the laurel of this Oiran competition? ”

Should self-pity still not turn her head, this Puyang law has been walking in the rivers and lakes for more than 20 years, and can get the name of "only easy not Jia", and she knows a thing or two about her stubbornness. And now he was full of promises, so it seemed that the conditions were not much different from what she had thought.

The night is silent, the leaves are quiet, and there is no wind outside the window.

The red candle on the table illuminated the golden hairpin on Ying Zipity's head through the gauze cover, a little dim, and even more anxious.

Puyang Lu continued: "I heard that the Mid-Autumn Festival after the Oiran Competition, in addition to the West Lake Poetry Club, is also the day to comb the head. ”

came, several times of staggering, a few times of cowardice, and the main drama came.

She is a Qingqi person who was sold to Jinfeng Building at the age of seven, and she is a Qingqi person who is willing to be a Qingqi person for a lifetime. It's just that people are under the roof, and if you don't bow your head, there will always be someone to help you keep your head down.

The night is silent, Ye Jijing is quiet, and the moon is deserted outside the window. This Shaoguang is too cheap, and the lights in this world are always too smart.

How can the Qing people be pure, since they have come to this skin and meat restaurant, they naturally want to sell skin and meat.

"Sir is right, it is. ”

Bo Xiafei cheeks, Zhu Ying covers Haobei.

She looked out the window with both eyes, only to see the chaotic clouds disturbing the clear moon, and the declining willows lurking in the window.

She is twenty-five years old, and she only says that she is less than ten to the outside world.

When she said this, the gold sellers believed so, and they tacitly understood each other and laughed with each other.

However, the years in the world are fleeting, and the face is fleeting, like water flowing east and flowers falling in autumn. The Qinglou woman can be regarded as an old girl after the age of eighteen or nineteen, and it is not easy for her to snatch the past few years from other tricks by relying on the pretty skin given by her parents and this rare good voice.

But even if it was so hard, swallowing ice and snow, she had a reason to stay here.

And if you want to stay, this Oiran competition, you have to win.

In her early years, she had heard rumors that Puyang's piano skills were peerless, and she was unrestrained and informal. Ben secretly speculated that he should be a free and easy bereaved son, and he would just talk to the bustard mother about this combing. But who would have thought that this person would be so dissolute and unrestrained, he couldn't help but retreat.

However, in this matter, the slave family can only listen to the mother, and hope that the son will forgive the sins. Other than that......"

"There's nothing else to ask for. Pu Yanglu smiled slyly, as if he was deliberately teasing.

Ying self-pity really doesn't want to pay attention to it anymore, I just hope that he feels bored.

Pu Yanglu looked at her slightly angry and unassuming, his heart was happier than the smile on his face, and he suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha-the first act is wrong." Then they poured each other full of wine, touched each other's wine glasses lightly, and drank to themselves.

Ying was very stunned by self-pity, turned around and wondered: "What's wrong?" Mr. Wang made it clear. ”

Pu Yanglu laughed a few more times, pointed to the wine glass in front of her, and motioned for her to drink.

He should take a sip of his glass and put it down.

Puyang Lu said slowly: "When I was in Jinling, I met a little friend, who was suave, Yushu was in the wind, and he was talented, and he was rich in five cars. It's just that there is nothing more, this time he also came to Hangzhou, and he hopes that if he can meet him, he can carry one or two. ”

Ying was puzzled by self-pity and asked, "To be so favored by Mr., this son seems to be by no means an idle person." Dare to ask his high surname?"

The autumn moon is slanting, and the wine is pouring. The yaoqin is old, and the hairpin is new. The star is the star of freedom, and the name is the name of the prodigal son.

"Nie Scale. ”