The painting studio crossed the stone arch bridge and stopped by the stone steps beside the bridge.

Yang Anxuan followed Yin Dun up the stairs, and a three-story high-rise building behind the stone flat stood in front of him.

Red lanterns hang under the eaves, outlining the cornices and reflecting the flowers and plants in front of the lawn into an auspicious red.

Through the light, you can clearly see the plaque in front of the building - "Yiqiu Building", and the sound of piano and music can be heard from the building.

On the railings of high-rise buildings, several enchanting women leaned on the railings and waved their fans to greet passers-by.

Following the frolicking crowd, we entered the building and found a spacious hall. In the middle was a stage, on which several women wearing thin gauze clothes were dancing to the sound of silk and bamboo.

There are couches and mats all around, and men wearing crowns, hats, and rich clothes, accompanied by maids, are drinking happily, laughing loudly, or watching songs and dances, and the sky is full of joy and laughter.

A beautiful woman came over to greet her. The fragrance was fragrant in her nostrils, her figure was swaying, and she said with a sweet smile: "Mr. Yin, if you don't come here, Madam Yuehua will be lovesick."

The words were sweet and soft, making people feel itchy in their hearts. Hu Yuan felt his heart trembling and couldn't help but swallow.

The woman's eyes flickered, she glanced at the faces of Yang Anxuan and Hu Yuan, and said with a chuckle: "It's rare for these two young men to dare to ask their names."

Yin Dun smiled and said: "Ms. Zhou, these two are stupid friends. One is Yang and the other is Hu. Is Miss Yuehua free?"

Madam Zhou was filled with blessings, and Yang Anxuan and Hu Yuan returned the favor.

"Miss Yuehua happens to be free. Besides, Master Yin is here. Even if Yuehua is not free, she will still postpone the social activities and specially receive Master Yin." Mrs. Zhou pursed her lips and smiled charmingly.

"Young masters, please." Mrs. Zhou took the lead and walked towards the stairs. When she went up the stairs, her waist twisted and swayed, which made Hu Yuan fascinated.

She went straight to the third floor and lifted up the bead curtain in front of the door on the east side. Madam Zhou looked inside and said with a smile: "Yuehua, Mr. Yin, whom you think about day and night, has come to see you."

A voice of surprise came from the house, and a clear female voice sounded, "Master, please come into the house and wait for a while. Yuehua will freshen up and meet you soon."

Stepping into the house, the floor is covered with mats and carpets, with gorgeous patterns, and a light fragrance lingers in your nose, making your heart feel quiet.

More than a dozen lights on the bronze lampstand illuminate the room brightly. There is a red sandalwood table under the carved window lattice on the west, and a Yao Qin is placed on the table.

Pictures of ladies and pipa are hung on the east wall. In the corners of the room, in a few vases, pink peach blossoms become more and more gorgeous under the light.

The light yellow gauze curtain hangs low, and there are figures inside. It should be Miss Yuehua who is dressing up.

Madam Zhou invited Yin Dun and others to sit down, and the maid served tea. After a while, wine and food were put on the table, a dazzling array of things.

The maid lifted up the gauze curtain, revealing a long pale yellow skirt. Under her cloud-like hair, she had a fair and delicate face. She was pretty and charming. She looked like she was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

Yuehua walked up to Yindun and bowed down before her. She said in a sweet voice, "Yuehua has met the young master. He has not been here for a long time."

The face is exquisite, the eyes are full of emotion, and there seems to be infinite resentment. Even if he is not looking at himself, Yang Anxuan feels his heart beating.

Yin Dun smiled bitterly and said: "My father is very strict and does not allow Yu to go out at night. I am able to come today thanks to the blessing of Yang Xiandi. Yuehua, don't you always ask about the author of "Farewell"? This is Young Master Yang."

Yingying's eyes followed Yin Dun's fingers, and she heard a voice of surprise and joy, "Ah, it turned out to be Young Master Yang. The slave family has heard Young Master Yin mention it many times and has longed for him for a long time."

He moved to Yang Anxuan's banquet and knelt down at the table. He picked up the wine glass with his beautiful hands and poured the wine. He held the glass in both hands and handed it to Yang Anxuan. He said softly: "Sing "Farewell" to a close friend, and the sunset is the love of an old friend."

This woman cleverly connected the song "Farewell" with Yang Anxuan's farewell poem to Yin Dun, which shows her intelligence.

Yang Anxuan laughed, took the glass and drank it in one gulp.

Yin Dun was quite proud of himself. With the help of a song and a poem, he had been in Beijing for less than half a year and his reputation gradually became known.

The song "Farewell" that I played at the Yiqiu Tower that day shocked everyone and attracted the attention of Miss Yuehua.

Some people evolved the flute music into Qinyin and Xiao music, which became a piece of music often played in the pavilion to say goodbye.

At an elegant gathering, I recited the poem "Send off my friend Yin Dun to Jiankang", which immediately attracted everyone's attention. So when I played "Farewell", I usually recited "The Love of an Old Friend in the Setting Sun".

"Yuehua, play "Farewell" and sing "Send off friend Yin Dun to Jiankang", let An Xuan taste it and give you some advice." Yin Dun said with great interest.

Yuehua got up and went to the west window, bent down at the desk and played the piano. The "dong dong" sound of the piano was long and lingering, like the spring breeze blowing on the sleeves, and the meaning of parting was like the growth of spring grass, which was indifferent and melancholy.

Playing the song for the second time, Yuehua sang softly: "Green mountains cross Beiguo, green waters..."

Yang Anxuan didn't expect that the song "Farewell" could be sung with "Zebra Cry", but the poem and the music were similar, so it was quite pleasant.

After finishing the song, Yin Dun applauded and praised: "Yuehua's piano skills have become more and more exquisite. This song "Farewell" directly touches the heart, and "Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming" is sung again and again, which makes people sigh."

Hu Yuan finally found a chance to interrupt and praised repeatedly: "The music is good, the song is even better, it's pleasant to the ear, and it's nice to listen to."

Yin Dun stood up and poured wine, brought it to Yue Hua, and said with tenderness: "Yue Hua, after your performance of "Farewell", you will be able to overpower the other females and win the title of Oiran."

Yuehua holds the cup in one hand and plucks away the hair hanging from Yun's temples with the other. She says with a smile on her pretty face: "I would like to borrow the good advice from the young master."

She covered her face with her sleeves and drank all the wine in the cup. A blush spread over her face, making her look even more charming. Yin Dun looked at the moonlight infatuatedly, clearly falling into it.

Yang Anxuan noticed that Yuehua seemed to be shy and charming, but her movements were unhurried and unhurried, just right and seductive. The girl's emotions were probably rehearsed.

I secretly sighed in my heart, this prostitute girl is really good at seducing people, my eldest brother is fascinated by He, and Brother Guan Yin is also fascinated by this moonlight.

The beaded curtain was lifted, and a pretty figure appeared at the door. The golden hairpin on her high bun swayed, and a delicate voice sounded, "Is Sister Yuehua in the house?"

Her eyes swept over everyone's faces, and the woman smiled and said: "Sister Yuehua, I just heard you playing the piano and singing, it was really nice. Mr. Yu in the slave's house heard it and wanted to ask her to play a song for him, but I don't know if she is willing.

Do you want to move?"

It is the Xu Zheng hour, which is when the brothel is most lively. The box is only hung with a bead curtain, but the door is not closed, and the sound of singing, dancing and music can be heard from inside the house.

If someone is moved by the music in the house and invites them to perform, it is an honor for the performer and it is also a good thing to make a name in the brothel.

However, Yuehua and Yuling were both red cards in Yiqiu Building. They lived opposite each other and fought openly and secretly to become the leader of the building.

In recent months, Yuehua has temporarily gained the upper hand with the help of the song and poem "Farewell" taught by Yindun. Yuling came to invite her, most likely with evil intentions.

Yue Hua smiled and declined politely: "Sister Yu Ling, Mr. Yin is here today. Yue Hua would like to excuse me but I would like to ask Sister Yu Ling to explain something to Mr. Yu."

Yu Ling pursed her lips and smiled, bowed gracefully, and walked away with her skirt fluttering.

Yuehua came to Yang Anxuan, knelt down and asked for advice: "Master Yang, I heard Master Yin say that you made the music and lyrics. I wonder if there is something wrong with Yuehua's playing and singing?"

The fragrant wind blows, and the white greasy skin on the chest is looming, and the beautiful eyes are like water, with rippling waves of charm.

Yang Anxuan thought to himself, no wonder Brother Yin was so confused, this woman is a disaster. He smiled and said: "Miss Yuehua's playing and singing makes Yang feel like hearing fairy music. It is simply wonderful. Yang is already intoxicated."

Mystery, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Yuehua noticed that although Yang Anxuan's face was smiling, his eyes were as clear as before, and he was obviously not tempted by her.

He straightened up, suppressed his smile and prostrated, Yuehua said softly: "Young Master Yin often mentions Young Master Yang and praises Young Master Yang for his unparalleled poetry. I shamelessly want to ask Young Master to write a new poem for you. I am playing and singing in the building.

Promote the reputation of the young master."

In Yuehua's view, Yiqiu Tower is a famous prostitute building by the Qinhuai River. As a red card in the building, countless scholars and princes came to listen to him playing the piano and singing, wishing that he could sing their poems to become famous. Yang Anxuan came to Jiankang at the beginning of the year.

, if you are willing to make a name for yourself, you will definitely get it.

Yang Anxuan frowned. It was his first time meeting Yuehua. This woman was a little confused about how to advance and retreat. He had the idea of ​​using the brothel to build momentum, but how could he be so rash as to who he could rely on?

Yin Dun spoke to help from the side: "An Xuan, Yuehua is Brother Yu's confidante, and I hope you can help me."

It seems that Yin Dun was very confused by Yuehua. No wonder, Yin Dun is only nineteen years old, which is the age when he was young and admired Ai. Unlike himself, who has been in two lifetimes, his heart is as solid as stone.

Just as he was thinking about how to refuse, the beaded curtain at the door of the house was rolled up randomly, and several people broke into the house.

The leader wears a gauze crown and a white brocade robe with shimmering dark patterns, which is extremely luxurious.

Yu Ling's voice came from behind him, sounding anxious, persuading, and encouraging, "Mr. Yu, you are too impatient. Sister Yuehua has guests here."

Mr. Yu gently shook his feather fan, without looking at Yang Anxuan and others, he stared at the moonlight and said with his hands in his hands: "I am Yu Xuan of Kuaiji. I just heard the lady singing and wanted to get acquainted with her. Unexpectedly, the lady refused to show her favor, so I had to come to visit in person."

Yuehua's heart moved. When she was in a brothel, she naturally had to understand the famous families of the various states. The Yu family in Kuaiji was a wealthy family in Jiangzuo, far from being comparable to a lower-ranking family like the Yin family.

Immediately, a surprise appeared on her face. Yue Hua Yingying fell down and said, "Young Master Yu's name has been heard by me for a long time, and today I saw it. As expected, the jade tree stands in the wind, and he is graceful and graceful."

Yu Xuan laughed heartily and shook the feather fan cheerfully in his hand, saying, "I just heard my mother play the song "Farewell". Yu made a poem and gave it to Madam Yuling."

Yu Ling poked her head out from behind Yu Xuan and said with a chuckle: "Young Master Yu is a great talent. His poems paired with music are absolutely wonderful."

The song "Farewell" was sung in brothels, and there were many people who could play it, but the poem accompanying it was "Farewell to Friends in Yin Dun to Jiankang".

Yuehua naturally didn't believe that Yu Xuan could write a better poem than this one, so she smiled and said, "Congratulations to Sister Yuling."

Yu Ling smiled slyly and said: "My sister is going to come off the stage to sing and dance a new poem. My sister in the building plays the best song "Farewell". Can you help me?"

Yue Hua snorted secretly and said crisply: "Since it is Mr. Yu's masterpiece, my sister will naturally support her."

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In the lobby, the piano music "Farewell" was playing. Yuling was wearing a silver dance skirt and dancing gracefully on the high platform. Her waist was swaying and her gait was light, causing the ribbon to flutter like a fairy flying. There were cheers from all around.

"The willows and the east wind trees send off the boat thousands of miles away; the waves are white and the wind starts to rise..."

The more the moonlight flickers, the more unpleasant it feels in my heart. This poem is very different from my own, and it will definitely be sung soon. People in the world like the new and hate the old, and I am afraid that this farewell poem will take away from my own limelight.

Thinking that Mr. Yu originally wrote this poem for himself, and that he missed the opportunity to save Mr. Yin's face, and that Mr. Yang refused to write a new poem for himself, I couldn't help feeling resentful.

When Yu Ling finished singing the last line of "Farewell from now on", there was thunderous applause from all around. This applause should have belonged to him, but was snatched away by Yu Ling, this damn girl.
Chapter completed!