Chapter 210 Qixiufang, Liu Sanbian was ordered to write lyrics

"Jinyu, have you heard of red shoes?"

"I've heard of an embroidered shoe."

"What's this?"

"Traditional folk ghost stories are very suitable to listen to before going to bed. After listening to them, you will fall asleep very sweet!"

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt that he should have left the crumbs of the pie for Li Jinyu, otherwise Li Jinyu would probably tell him ten cold jokes and twenty ghost stories.

Lu Xiaofeng has no problem with listening to stories and is not afraid of ghosts, but she has no interest in ghost stories at all.

"You really don't know about red shoes?"

"You think I'd be interested in shoes?"

"This is what Jin Jiuling told me. It is said to be a special force hidden in the Twelve Branches. All members are women. The leader is said to be among the top five beauties."

"The forces related to beauties in the Twelve Fangs are none other than Miaoyinfang, Hongxiuzhao, and Willow Heart. However, besides these three families, there is another special force."

"What force?"

"Qixiufang!"

"Qixiufang? Could it be that there are seven beauties?"

"The master of the shop was once on the list of beauties, and under the master, there are Qixiu and Thirteen Hairpins. If it is really Qixiu who committed the crime, I am not willing to take action."

"Why? Lianxiangxiyu?"

"Do you know who the people in Qixiufang are?"

"A beauty with deep connections?"

"Wrong! They are poor people. The so-called Qixiu Fang is just a group of poor people joining a group to keep warm and gain a chance of life for the poor women in the brothel!"

Once you enter a brothel, you will be a prostitute for life.

Even the courtesan who seems to have unlimited fame is just a fish waiting to be slaughtered. She does not sell herself as a performer, and she is just raising her worth.

If the glamorous oiran lady doesn't sell it, and the old and lusty people don't like it, then who should sell it?

Should the Madam be allowed to appear on stage in person?

As long as you enter a brothel, it is absolutely impossible to sell your art without selling your body. In that most filthy hell on earth, you will not sell your body just because the price given is not enough.

As long as a sufficient price is paid, even Lian Xiuxiu of Miaoyinfang, Xinliu Xinyang of Yangliuxin, and Ouyang Qing of Hongxiuzhao cannot escape.

When they get old and lose their beauty and become sick, they will be abandoned without hesitation and without any tenderness.

Even in a wealthy place like Luoyang, only one in a hundred could save enough money to redeem themselves. Most of them fell into it and eventually died in a miserable state.

Some people don't know much about this, and even praise the life in a brothel, saying that it's full of flowers, free and easy, and it's about performing arts instead of selling one's body.

That kind of person who is either stupid or bad makes Li Jinyu feel sick and want to vomit.

No!

This kind of person cannot be called either stupid or bad, but stupid and bad, extremely stupid and extremely bad!

I don't know how many years ago, a force called "Qixiu Fang" appeared in the Twelve Fangs of Luoyang City, providing a last refuge for those poor people.

The aging singer is worthless, and the master of Qixiufang has extremely high martial arts. After years of development, all parties in Luoyang have acquiesced in the existence of Qixiufang.

However, Qixiufang did not take the initiative to show up, but built some nunneries, Taoist temples, and charity halls.

Firstly, they house the singers, secondly, they often give out porridge and rice to the poor people around them, and thirdly, they also teach poor women outside the city and teach them some crafts.

There is no need for skills such as playing, playing, singing, etc. They just know a few words, can make tofu, candied fruit, and the more dexterous ones can settle accounts, so that they can find a way to settle down.

Li Jinyu said: "Lu Xiaofeng, if the master of Qixiufang were in front of you now, what would you do?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Bow down and salute, I admire her noble character very much. Such a person may take advantage of others when they are short of money, but they will definitely not create so many blind people. Blind people are also miserable people!"

Li Jinyu said: "So you understand why I don't want to take action? Because my knife can't cut it!"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I remembered it. If this is true, could it be that Qixia Temple was also built by Qixiufang? Is Jiang Qingxia from Qixiufang?"

Li Jinyu said: "It's possible, but I don't know whether she is Qixiu or Thirteenth Hairpin!"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Since you know so clearly, it means you must have been in contact with him. I would like to meet with the master of Qixiu Fang. Can you arrange it?"

Li Jinyu said: "Why? If you don't tell me the reason, I won't arrange it."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Don't you understand? Jin Jiuling asked me to check the red shoes. The red shoes are related to Qixiu Fang, which means that someone is eyeing Qixiu Fang, and there is probably an undercover agent in Qixiu Fang."

Li Jinyu said: "Okay, I'll make arrangements!"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I'm very curious, in what capacity did you get to know Qixiufang?"

Li Jinyu said: "Have you ever heard that during the imperial examination three years ago, there was a person who made such wild claims that he would rather write lyrics in a brothel than be a high school scholar."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Have you ever passed the imperial examination?"

Li Jinyu said: "That one was made up, but this identity actually existed."

Forbearing the false reputation, I drank the wine lightly and sang in a low voice.

Naturally, it’s the great poet Liu Yong.

Regardless of appreciation of Song poetry or literary history, Liu Yong is a name that cannot be avoided. As long as Song poetry circulates in the world, Liu Yong will also spread.

Of course Li Jinyu can memorize Liu Yong's lyrics.

Li Jinyu doesn't like being a copycat. Firstly, he really doesn't like it, and secondly, he is worried about getting into a car.

After all, this is the world of mixed martial arts. If one day I memorize "Yulin Ling" with great interest, and suddenly someone jumps out and accuses me of plagiarism, wouldn't it be ridiculous?

Li Jinyu’s vest came from three years ago.

…the dividing line three years ago…

night!

Cold night!

Li Jinyu found a noodle shop.

The noodle shop is very small, just a small stall in the corner, but no matter how small it is, it can still make hot soup noodles and warm the stomach.

On a long cold night with a howling north wind, what could be more attractive than hot noodle soup?

The shop owner had just served a bowl of hot noodle soup when someone came out of the dark alley and approached.

woman!

Woman wearing string of jasmine flowers.

He is about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has applied a lot of powder on his face and has not taken off his makeup for several days.

Even this low-quality perfume is a rare luxury for her. Unless she can make a business, she will never wash it away easily.

"This young master, can you treat me to a bowl of noodles? If I eat a bowl of noodles for you, I will stay with you all night."

The woman's voice was very sad, and it was obvious that she was very hungry and could hardly stand.

Li Jinyu said: "Another bowl of noodles!"

The boss quickly cooked a bowl of noodles, and the woman ate it very quickly. For a person who had been hungry for a long time and didn't know where the next meal would be, one bowl of noodles was obviously not enough, so she asked for another bowl.

.

The noodle stall owner is a real person, not only the noodle bowl is very big, but the noodles are also very real.

A thin and small woman could actually eat two large bowls in one go without leaving even a drop of soup!

But if this may be the only food for the next three days, then I believe that most people will drink up all the noodle soup without hesitation.

"Master, after eating two bowls of noodles, I..."

Of course women cannot keep their promises.

She is sick, and even if she wants to, it doesn't matter to her, it is absolutely impossible for Li Jinyu to do it.

She was already prepared to be beaten up by Li Jinyu and spit out the noodles.

I just wish I could hit it a little lighter!

"After you eat my two bowls of noodles, just sing two songs for me. Can you sing the songs?"

"I can only sing some folk songs, but they all say that my singing is not good and not worth a penny."

"Then you sing what I taught you!"

Of course, the craft of survival is learned quickly, and the woman quickly learned lyrics and music. Although she knew nothing about it, she knew that this piece of music was very beautiful.

Li Jinyu left a piece of music and gave her a few pieces of broken silver. Just as he was about to leave, the woman suddenly fell down and asked loudly: "What is your benefactor's name?"

Li Jinyu waved her hand proudly: "Young people in the world, if you don't have a name, just call me Liu Yong. I was ordered to write the lyrics for Liu Sanbian!"

The woman didn't know what "composing lyrics according to orders" meant, but she would mention it every time the singing ended.

Some people who understand the rhythm of poetry can understand the meaning of the lyrics and music, and their reputations gradually become louder.
To be continued...