Chapter 28 Sang Wen

The girl who entered the house to sing the song was named Sang Wen, who was a famous singer in Kyoto. It was not easy for ordinary powerful people to see her when they wanted to go there.

The reason why Fan Xian recognized her was because more than a year ago, when she was spending summer with Wan'er Ruoru in the summer resort west of Kyoto, this Sangwen girl once sang a little song in the villa for a while at Wan'er's invitation.

At that time, the breeze came from the lake, and there were three girls, Wan'er's sister and Ye Ling'er, sitting next to Fan Xian. It was the most wonderful part of his rebirth. Moreover, the song sung by this Sang Wen had a line "Suddenly we met with white shirts and silk clothes", which just corresponded to the scene when Fan Xian and Wan'er first met at the Qing Temple, so he had a very deep impression of this girl.

After Sang Wen entered the house, he was slightly blessed and sat down in the lower corner with expressionless expression, holding an instrument similar to a pipa in his arms, and said in a clear voice: "What kind of music do you want to hear, the young masters?"

Fan Xian frowned slightly, knowing that the other party did not recognize him, but he didn't know whether he still remembered the words he wrote to her. Last summer, Fan Xian copied a wonderful remark from Tang Xianzu in the summer resort to give to this girl Sang Wen. Sang Wen relied on this remark and became more famous in Kyoto. However, according to Fan Xian's advice, he did not reveal the true author of this remark.

"Sing the first order to win the honors."

Fan Xian leaned halfway into Yan'er's soft arms behind him, his eyes closed slightly, and he casually ordered the most common song, but he was thinking in his heart, why did the singer with the identity of Sang Wen be held by Yuelou, and... sent out casually? In addition, Yan'er is obviously not a vulgar product. Could it be that his identity has been seen by the owner of the Yuelou?

Two crisp sounds pulled Fan Xian out of his suspicion. He smiled slightly and thought it was right. Even if Bao Yuelou knew his identity and deliberately pleased him in secret, he didn't have to worry about anything. At most, the censors of the Censorate would come to participate in his own affairs.

Sang Wen's eyebrows were blunt, indescribably weak, and his lips were not covered with red dan, so he looked a little light and his facial features were beautiful. The only pity was that his cheeks looked a little wider, his face looked a little bigger, and his mouth seemed a little wider than ordinary beauties.

She brushed her fingers on the string, opened her lips and sang, "How did she be born with a wide-slide? She slid her skin and scented her waist. She didn't stick to a spoon, and she slept like a roll of cake, and she was as angry as a frying spring. She could not kill her. What's the truth? She had been making trouble for a long time, but she had a deep love for her."

The singing was graceful and gentle, especially when the sing of the qi-like romance, Yan'er's breathing behind Fan Xian was a little heavier. She was extremely provocative. Fan Xian listened with his eyes closed, and found that there was a wine glass on his lips, and he didn't open his eyes. He knew that Yan'er was feeding the wine. He opened his lips and drank it in, and felt that it was warm all over his body, a charming and relaxing atmosphere. It felt really good. He felt that it was good to relax like this overnight. As for who is the owner of Baoyuelou, it would not be too late to check it out in the future.

But after the song was sung, the atmosphere in the room became strange. Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sang Wen, who seemed to be unaware of anything, and confirmed that the girl was not recognizing herself, but was deliberately cold, perhaps because she was having a quarrel with Baoyuelou.

The last few lines clearly describe the meaning of the song. This little lyrics in daily spoken language vividly depicts a wife's bitter lovesickness and vague resentment because of her husband's journey.

The song is simple, the lyrics are simple, but the meaning is good. It deserves Sang Wen's identity, but... At this time, everyone was visiting a prostitute and traveling on the night. But she sang such a song, which was really a bit disgusting.

When Miss Yan'er saw Fan Xian's calm expression, she was a little scared. She quickly poured a glass of wine and brought it to his lips. She pleaded with great tenderness: "Mr. Chen, this sister Sang is a famous singer in Kyoto, and ordinary young masters cannot see her. Look, how about let her pick a few more songs and sing them happily for you?"

Sang Wen seemed not expecting that the red-card girl from Baoyuelou would actually help her. There was a hint of gratitude in Ben's somewhat sad eyes. She was unwilling to let Yan'er suffer because of her resistance. She also knew that the previous song was really inappropriate, so she quickly stood up and said with a bliss, "This... Master Chen, Sang Wen's fault."

Fan Xian snorted and said nothing.

Everyone in the house looked at his face, and Shi Chanli and Deng Ziyue didn't know what the adults were going to do. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian immediately turned to a smile and said, "The scenery and people in Kyoto are indeed different from Jiangnan. The place where the best place is, even Xiao Qu'er advises people to be kind."

The girls finally breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this joke. Yan'er quickly responded with a charming smile: "Young master is going to Xiangshan, how can I make a living?"

Fan Xian smirked and patted her legs, and his fingers slid across Yan'er's slender and elastic thighs. He took advantage of her and stopped her shoulders from rubbing her shoulders. He leaned side by side and drank.

Sang Wen regained his spirit, smiled slightly, and sang another song of the romance: "In Luofu Dream, the true immortal, the double-locked snail hair, the nine-dazzling beads. The sunny willows are delicate, the spring onions are delicate, and the autumn lotus is even round. The wine cup is shy and the cicadas are called down from the painting. I would like to ask you, the moon is setting and the mountain is horizontal, and when is the year tonight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Xian praised the good words first and said sincerely: "Good singing skills." He turned his head to look at Yan'er's charming face in his arms, and said with a smile: "This little slogan is actually about Yan'er's land, with delicate spring onions and round autumn lotus..." His hand unhonestly penetrated into Yan'er's sleeves along Yan'er's fingers and forearms, pinching them, and gently lifting Yan'er's jaw with his other hand, exclaiming: "What a beautiful woman, she just drinks less, and there is not a shy touch of red."

He looked back at the prostitute below and had already revealed lust in his eyes. A red look on his face, and he laughed: "It turns out that this sentence is about you."

Seeing that he was talking funny, the girls couldn't help but cover their lips and smiled. Yan'er smiled sweetly and held two wine glasses, and then drank them all. However, she felt a trance in her heart for no reason. This young man is really a master who motivates emotions in the field. Is it really like Sister Yuan said... she is actually an official?

It was late at night, and Deng Shi and the other two were already ready to move, and were driven to the house on the side of the courtyard by Fan Xian. The sound insulation here was very good. After a long time, they could not hear the happy voices of men and women. Fan Xian couldn't help but smile. He thought that Deng Ziyue might be able to keep a little clear of the spiritual platform, but he was not from three sources, so it was difficult to find out any news from these prostitutes. However, Shi Chanli, the scholar, was probably stripped naked by the girls. When he was drinking, he tasted a trace of aphrodisiac drugs in the wine. He knew it was a common method used in these brothels, so he didn't care.

In the room, Sang Wen looked at the young master Chen on the couch with a hint of vigilance with a hint of vigilance. He didn't know what it meant to keep him after the banquet.

Yan'er, with fluffy clothes, pursed her hair, which had a little dispersed, looked at Mr. Chen, and was also a little surprised. Thinking that the person who was staring at the Baoyuelou tonight was trying to kill two birds with one stone, she felt a little uncomfortable. No matter what, she was also a red apprentice in the Baoyuelou. Unexpectedly, the young master was not satisfied and forced to keep Sang Wen in the room. She knew that the building had spent a lot of effort to rob Sang Wen. She demolished a yard, but Sang Wen was a traitor and was a little famous in Kyoto, and she said that she would never spend the night with the guests.

Just as I was about to fill up a smile and break it up a few words. Unexpectedly, the young loving guest tonight pulled his body, and his body felt hot for no reason, and then he leaned softly and weakly in his arms.

Looking up, Yan'er could still see the faint smile on Fan Xian's face, and her heart trembled. The young man's smile was as good as the scoundrels on his face didn't seem annoying, and she exuded a gentle and friendly smell. She was indescribably seductive and close.

"I've been bothered by the girl, and I'll rub you too." Fan Xian said gently, one hand touching her waist and gently sliding it, while the other hand rubbing her temples gently, but it didn't allow Yan'er to refuse.

Yan'er's heart was trembling, unable to resist the stable feeling brought by her stable fingers. Her spiritual consciousness gradually became blurred, and her long eyelashes slightly closed. She fell asleep slowly.

Seeing Miss Yan'er lying on the man's knees and tilting her head. There was no movement anymore, Sang Wen stood up in surprise, covering her mouth, her eyes full of horror.

"Don't be nervous, she just fell asleep." Fan Xian said gently, carefully putting the girl who served her in the middle of the night on the couch, and carefully took a pillow under her neck.

Yan'er nodded very comfortably, her eyes closed, and she didn't know what to do in her dream. Seeing this scene, Sang Wen confirmed that Yan'er was not dead, but she still carefully retreated to the door. After all, the young man actually rubbed her only twice and hypnotized Yan'er, which made people feel very strange.

Fan Xian sat by the couch, looked at Sang Wen with a smile, stretched out his finger and made a gesture of silence.

Sang Wen felt a flash in front of him. The next moment, the young man had already arrived at her side. She was startled and turned her head and prepared to escape from the tiger cave. Unexpectedly, she heard a low voice in her ear: "It turns out that the colorful flowers bloom all over, and it seems that they are all given to the Duanjing Tuoyuan... The girl is so heartless, she can't remember me anymore."

Sang Wen felt that he was extremely nervous tonight, and looked at the "Young Master Chen" in shock. After a while, he found the trace of Qingming and Ancient tranquility he had always cared about in the other person's eyes, and corresponded the face in front of him with the face in Summer Hall last year.

She opened her mouth wide, but a complicated look of surprise and sorrow suddenly appeared in her eyes, as if she had countless words to say to Fan Xian.

Seeing her expression, Fan Xian knew that his luck was really good today, but he still shook his head firmly to stop her from opening. After walking to the painted red toilet behind the bed, he squatted down, transported the true energy from his body, and fingered out like a knife, quietly tearing off the bed curtain, kneading it into a ball, and stuffed it into the eye hole behind the handrail made of hollow brass.
Chapter completed!