Chapter 325 Parking in Fenglin late, where can the beauty teach me?

Author: purple water

Chapter 325 Parking in Fenglin late, where can the beauty teach me?

Zhao Tong went back to the mansion and sat in the front hall. Someone came to report that a little maid outside was making jade and asked to see him.

In fact, this is against the rules. Regardless of the little maid's identity or degree of familiarity, she is not enough to directly ask to see Zhao Tan.

Zhao Tong thought for a while, maybe it was Zhao Yuannu who sent her here, so he asked someone to bring her in. After entering the hall, he asked: "Mrs. Zhao, is there something wrong?"

The little maid's eyes turned red when she heard this, and she thought to herself, "Your Majesty, you are so merciful, and your wife is so infatuated, how can she ask if anything is wrong at this moment?"

She received the gift first, then took out a letter with body temperature from her arms and presented it with both hands: "Your Majesty, this is written by my wife to Your Majesty."

Zhao Tong took it and opened it. There was nothing about the love between children or the musings in the boudoir. He just wrote a poem and played nine cards.

This word card gave Zhao Yu a headache just looking at it. The original version consists of nine sections with 270 crosses, and the variant version has one column with 11 sections and 330 crosses. It is known as the longest word card in history.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked back, his face changing constantly. At the end, he couldn't help but sigh, put the letter on the table, and then closed his eyes and thought.

Nong Yu stood there and didn't dare to move. After a while, Zhao Tong opened his eyes, looked at the sky outside, and said, "Follow me."

The little maid was pleasantly surprised when she heard this, but she was afraid that she heard wrongly and said: "Your Highness...but you want to see your wife?"

Zhao Tong said: "Don't Yuan Nu want me to go over and see her?"

The little maid hurriedly shook her head: "No way, no. My wife is looking forward to the prince day and night, and her eyes are red every day."

Zhao Tong nodded and went out with his hands behind his back.

Zhou Chu and Wu Xiaodao were driving, and Zhao Tong asked Nong Yu to enter the carriage. Seeing her nervousness, he couldn't help but speak softly: "She is pretty and fair, and her name is appropriate. Who gave her that name?"

Nong Yu blushed when she heard this and did not dare to raise her head. She whispered: "Back to your lord, it was my wife who gave birth to her."

Zhao Tong said: "Where is Yuan Nu's place of origin?"

Nong Yu said: "This servant knows that my wife is from Yangzhou."

"Yangzhou?" Zhao Tong sighed softly: "With a hundred thousand guan in the waist, riding a crane to Yangzhou, it is a good place."

Nong Yu asked curiously: "Has the prince been to Yangzhou?"

Zhao Tao shook his head: "Which scholar doesn't want to go to Yangzhou to see the fireworks in March, the distant shadow of a solitary sail, the ten-mile long street and the market, and the Yueming Bridge to see the gods. It's a pity that I have never been there."

"Oh..." Nongyu saw Zhao Yan's kindness at this time, and the tension in her heart gradually disappeared, and she became more courageous: "Then why doesn't the prince go to Yangzhou for a stroll? My wife left when she was seven or eight years old, and now she often sits in the south

He was dazed by the window and said he wanted to go back and have a look."

When Zhao Tong heard this, his eyes were slightly vacant, and he suddenly smiled and said: "I will go there in the future, I will go to Yangzhou, and I will go to Jiangnan."

When Nong Yu heard about Jiangnan, she was a little excited: "Your Majesty, I heard that Jiangnan has beautiful scenery and good humanities and scenery. Many poems have written about it."

Zhao Tong said: "It's good of course. Over the years, I have accumulated a good reputation. I am uniquely blessed by nature, and people yearn for me."

He looked at Nong Yu with a look of envy in his eyes and said, "Where is your home?"

Nong Yu whispered: "My servant's family is from Mizhi Village, Suizhou, Shaanxi Road."

"Mizhi?" Zhao Tie looked at the little girl carefully after hearing this, and saw that she was quite handsome with her thin eyebrows and narrow eyes.

Shaanxi Road is the old name, and later changed to Yongxing Military Road. Suizhou was once occupied by Xixia, and was recovered in the third year of Xining. But ten years after Yuanfu, it began to compete with Xixia again and again. Gains and losses were unpredictable, so this area was in war.

From time to time, people's lives are difficult and difficult.

Zhao Tong knew without asking that this little girl must have been sold since she was a child, but she probably had better luck. She was sold to a relatively bright place like Fanlou, and was sent to serve Zhao Yuannu. Maybe it was also

Zhao Yuannu saw her intelligence and wanted to go.

"Your Majesty, it's Mizhi..." Nongyu replied.

Zhao Tong stopped talking, closed his eyes slightly, and leaned against the carriage to rest his mind.

Because the snowy road was slippery, it took quite a while for the carriage to arrive at the place the little maid had mentioned. By this time, it was already getting dark.

Zhao Tan got out of the car, and the little maid hurriedly went to open the courtyard door. She was about to shout to let her know that the prince was coming, but then she thought about how the prince's identity could be revealed like this, so she kept her mouth shut and invited Zhao Tan to enter the courtyard.

Then he hurriedly ran to the house to deliver the letter.

Zhao Tong took a look at the courtyard. There were sycamores and plum trees, as well as stone tables and stone piers. It was very elegant. In a place like this in a busy city, every inch of land is precious. Fan Lou was really willing to spend money to send the oiran and the courtyard.

He strolled inside, and before he reached the door, he saw a girl walking out.

Her waist is slender and she steps slightly, her wrists are covered with light gauze, her hands are like catkins, and her skin is like gelatin, like warm jade.

Her eyebrows are like willows, and her eyes are like water, implying a hint of sadness. Her black hair reaches her waist, with a hairpin tied up, and a tassel hanging on it, swaying gently.

Her little face is as pretty as a spring peach blossom, yet as pure and pure as a seven-summer orchid, as delicate as a bone, as charming as a lotus.

The soft words and charming sounds are like the melodiousness of an oriole, and like the trickle of spring water, the tinkling sound is beautiful.

"Your Majesty..." The girl greeted him, it was Zhao Yuannu.

Zhao Tong nodded and looked at the beauty in front of her. He didn't know what to say for a moment. At this moment, Nongyu and Mei Niang came out to see the gift together.

Mei Niang said respectfully: "Please sit down in the room for a while, my wife. I will go outside to buy some fruits, then go to the building to order wine and food, and then come back to serve my wife."

Zhao Tong didn't have dinner, so he just said, "The wine must be light."

Mei Niang went out in response, but her steps were stagnant when she reached the courtyard gate. She saw Zhou Chu sitting next to the carriage and winking at her.

She remembered that this bearded man almost made her half-dead when he was outside Fanlou Yage. This man was very annoying and hateful.

Thinking in his mind, Mei Niang gave him a look and moved on.

But Zhou Chu jumped out of the car, approached with a playful smile and said, "Mei Niang, are you going to buy food for the prince?"

Mei Niang didn't want to pay attention to him and took two steps forward. Zhou Chu said again: "I know you were kicked out by Fan Lou. At your age, it's hard to find a living. You won't do the rough ones, and you may not be able to use the easy ones."

Have you ever thought about what will happen in the future?"

Mei Niang was angry when she heard this. She was not kicked out by Fan Lou, but because she made a mistake last time, Fan Lou no longer used her to manage the Accord, and sent her here to serve the oiran's wife. Fan Lou's wages were also paid as usual.

But he didn't say what will happen next. If the oiran is taken into the palace by the prince, he doesn't know whether he will take her with him or whether he will return to Fanlou again.

But this did not mean that she was driven out and lost her livelihood. She stopped and spat: "A dog cannot spit out ivory from its mouth."

Zhou Chu said happily from behind: "Mei Niang, although you have lost your livelihood, your position is stable. I didn't lie to you last time. Although I am just a guard, I have a military rank and am a high-ranking person."

The monthly salary is quite large, so I will have something to rely on even when I am old."

Mei Niang was stunned when she heard this, and her face turned red immediately. She was already in her thirties, and had stayed in Fanlou for many years. She couldn't understand the meaning of Zhou Chu's words, and she felt that this bearded man was extremely disgusting.

He actually came to take advantage of her now.

"Bah, you have no good intentions, stop bullying me with your words!" After Mei Niang said this, she felt her face became even hotter, and left in a hurry without looking back.

Zhou Chu laughed, turned around and said to Wu Xiaodao: "You still don't believe this, tell her, brother, do I have any rank?"

Wu Xiaodao was also a bit offended by the ink, and immediately praised him: "Of course my brother has a rank, but he is from the eighth rank of the military!"

Zhou Chu immediately shouted to Mei Niang’s back: “Did you hear that, my brother has a good job...”

Mei Niang's steps became faster and faster, and she felt her heart beating fast. This bearded man was so shameless. What did he want to do by telling her this? Although she had been in Fanlou for half her life, she could see that she was used to elegant young men and literati. No one could be as rude and direct as him.

He also said that his position was stable, he would have someone to rely on, and he was not ashamed of himself, but...he actually had a rank, which was unexpected. However, he served as a bodyguard for the prince, which was naturally different from the ordinary imperial guards.

Some of the commanders and envoys of the Forbidden Army have no rank. They are sent on missions but have no rank. Although they are called officers, they are not actually officers.

Even some battalion commanders have no rank and are just military officers. This is called not ranking.

After all, Mei Niang had been in Fanlou for a long time. She often listened to the discussions of the officials and knew something about this matter. At this moment, her heartbeat could not help but her heart beat faster and her pace quickened even more.

Zhao Tong entered the hall and Nong Yu went to boil water for tea. He looked at Zhao Yuannu and smiled and said, "How are you doing, Madam?"

Zhao Yuannu didn't say anything, but just looked at him. Suddenly his eyes turned red. Regardless of his status as a prince or the difference between his superiority and inferiority, he threw himself into Zhao Tong's arms and began to sob softly.

Zhao Tong only felt the warm fragrance of warm jade, and his breath was like orchid. He couldn't help but stayed for a moment, and moved his body slightly. He wanted to get out of the way but was a little stiff. He sighed and said: "Why is it like this."

Zhao Yuannu choked up and said: "I, I thought about it later. I'm afraid that the prince was not attracted to me at all that night. He just had some things to do and was acting on the occasion."

Zhao Tong smiled and stroked her hair with his hand: "She's not stupid."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuannu raised his little face and looked at Zhao Yu: "After the slave family figured it out, they were heartbroken and sad. They were afraid that they would never see the prince again, and never again..."

Zhao Tong smiled and said, "I've already sent you some music, so why do you still have these weird ideas?"

Zhao Yuannu pressed his face closer and murmured: "The more this happens, the more afraid the slave family becomes. The slave family fell in love with the prince the first time they saw him. At that time, he didn't know the prince's identity. If he knew..."

Zhao Tong said: "Then you won't see me anymore?"

Zhao Yuannu twisted her delicate body: "I, I would rather think that the prince is a poor scholar. Yuannu also saved some money, redeemed it at home, and went away with the prince, whether it was up the mountains and into a stronghold, or wandering in the lakes and seas. It is done willingly and without any regrets.”

Zhao Tong shook his head and said with a smile: "You don't have to say such nonsense anymore, how about being a poor scholar? There are a few Liu Sanbian in the world who are so affectionate and righteous. Most of them are rushing to become an official in the imperial examination. No matter what mountain they go to, what they enter. Shui, roll call outside Donghua Gate, seize your son-in-law under the golden list, how many of you will not betray your heart?"

Zhao Yuannu murmured in a low voice: "Then I admit it. It's just bad luck."

After a while, Nong Yu brought tea. Zhao Yu sat down to drink tea. Zhao Yuannu said, "Please sing a song for the prince."

Zhao Tong said: "What song?"

Zhao Yuannu said: "How good are the songs that Wang Ye filled in?"

Zhao Tong thought for a while: "Don't listen to those, sing something related to Yangzhou."

Zhao Yuannu narrowed his eyes into two crescent moons: "Your Majesty, do you know that your family is from Yangzhou?"

Zhao Tong smiled and said: "From what Nong Yu said, I wonder if you know the tune there. If you can, just sing it in Yangzhou tune."

Zhao Yuannu nodded: "I know Yangzhou tune, just sing it to the prince."

Then Nong Yu went to the incense burner next to the qin stand to refill the incense tablets, opened the cover of the qin again, and tried the sound of the cave flute. Zhao Yuannu first played the song "Twenty Bridges on a Bright Moon Night", then lightly opened his jade fingers, plucked the strings, and began to sing.

stand up.

What is sung is:

The down and out wine shop,

The waist is slender and the palm is light.

Sleeping in Yangzhou dream for ten years,

Winning the reputation of a brothel.

The sound is beautiful, melodious, melancholy, and makes people feel as if they are actually there. They have been in a trance in Yangzhou for ten years, and the fireworks are like a dream.

Zhao Tong couldn't help but admired: "It makes sense that Du Fanchuan doesn't like Yuan Wei. Although Du Fanchuan's Qijue is pretentious, its level is far from comparable to Yuan Wei's."

Zhao Yuannu pursed his lips and smiled and said: "If the prince likes it, I will sing another poem by Du Sixun."

Zhao Tong thought to himself that he only liked that one of Du Fanchuan's poems, but it was a pity that Zhao Yuannu had just played the tune.

I saw Zhao Yuannu playing the Yaoqin again and singing softly:

Pingping curled up for more than thirteen years,

Cardamom shoots start in early February.

Spring Breeze Ten Miles Yangzhou Road,

It's better to roll up the bead curtain.

It has to be said that even though Zhao Tong has listened to many songs, including Song Yinzhang's songs that Jiaofangsi calls his master, none of them are as beautiful as Zhao Yuannu's.

But think about it, an oiran who is as famous as Li Shishi does not just have to be beautiful. He must be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and music. There must be at least one thing that stands out and outshines the others. Otherwise, why would he become an oiran?

Then, Zhao Yuannu sang another song, and then Mei Niang came back, carrying a big food box.

When Zhao Tong saw this, he nodded secretly. Normally, the restaurant would send someone to specially deliver this kind of food and drinks for sale, but there was none at the moment, which meant that Mei Niang had not leaked the news that her family was here.

As the head of the seventy-two main stores in Tokyo, Fan Lou is well versed in all kinds of rules for receiving guests, especially the various taboos of princes, nobles, and high-ranking families. He has special training for his subordinates.

Tell me, if you don't remember it in detail, you can't go out to do things.

Mei Niang and Nong Yu put the food and wine on the table, and Zhao Tong suddenly said: "Go outside and tell Zhou Chu that someone else should go back to eat and drink. Let him make the decision on how to arrange the arrangements."

Zhao Yuannu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he thought to himself, could the prince want to...

Mei Niang looked at Nongyu at this time. She didn't want to see the bearded man. When he came back just now, the bearded man said that the prince's leftovers would be delivered to him later. He was hungry. How could this fool think of saying that?

The exit!

Nongyu was pouring wine at this time and didn't see Mei Niang's expression. Mei Niang paused for a while and then had to go out.

The two of them were drinking. Although it was light wine, the more they drank, the more they drank. They both became a little tipsy. Zhao Yuannu went to play the piano again and sang songs one after another. Zhao Yu ordered some Qianchao Yuefu, but he didn't realize that it was very late.

At this time, Mei Niang went to boil water. Zhao Yuannu looked at Zhao Tong and said timidly: "Your Majesty has been tired for a day. How about asking Yuannu to take a bath with you..."

"Huh?" Zhao Tong put down his wine glass, thought for a moment, and then smiled: "That's fine, I won't be leaving tonight!"

Zhao Yuannu immediately became happy, stood up and said: "Then the slave family will go and prepare."

Zhao Tao saw her slender and graceful figure leaving, and his heart relaxed for no reason. It had been so long since he had been so relaxed and carefree, and he couldn't even remember...

The red candle shakes the shadow, the golden hook gently moves, the curtains are ecstatic, and the swallows and orioles murmur.

"Yuan Nu, I also want to listen to a piece of music."

"Which one of us does the prince want to hear? Or is it Du Sixun's?"

"Hmm...yes, I think Du Fanchuan has another very good poem, which is also related to Yangzhou."

"Your Majesty, which song is it?"

"It's the song sent to Yangzhou Han..."

"Your Majesty... the slave family knows."

After a moment, Zhao Yuannu sang with a melodious voice and a graceful voice:

The green mountains are faint and the water is far away,

When autumn ends, the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered.

Twenty-Four Bridges on a moonlit night,

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