Strings of silk fish lanterns were hung high, and the entire flower hall was dazzling with gold and red. Xu Jinshu dressed up carefully and sat on the flower bed, playing and singing with a piano in his bare hands.
Mo Yuanyuan was still sitting firmly behind the counter, with Sheng Qiu Xiao and Shen Yuan sitting next to her. Qiu Xiao finished her dance, wearing a peach-red plum blossom tunic, a golden phoenix tail skirt, and a loose hooded sweatshirt. She was wearing a long red braid, pink and rouge spread out to create a flying cloud makeup, and a towering cloud servant girl, which made her face extraordinarily delicate and beautiful. Shen Yuan changed his homely attire, wore his hair in a bun, wore less pearls and jade, and sat deliberately in a corner.
Xu Jinshu still played the "Qin Tiao". Such a piece of music is not very suitable to be placed in a brothel, but through her singing, it added forty or five minutes of pathos. The lady of the pavilion was well-informed, but she still tolerated it. I couldn't help but admire her from the bottom of my heart, Mrs. Xu's voice was truly enviable and her beauty was natural.
Qiu Xiao studied in the same room as Mrs. Xu, and he knew early on that she was good at singing, but she didn't show it much.
"What Madam said is absolutely true. Sister Xu is indeed a rare and wonderful person, but I once heard my mother mention that the young lady's Pingtan is also excellent." Miss Sheng's concise sentence or two not only catered to the master of the Mo Shang Pavilion, but also flattered her. The little master's house.
When Shen Yuan heard the mention of himself, he just smiled without saying a word, reaching out and tapping Qiu Xiao's forehead playfully.
Mo Shangyuan looked at the two girls' homes, his eyes gentle, and finally fell on his adopted daughter's slightly sallow face, and his tone was quite loving: "You are the lady that worries me the most. If she is half as healthy and lively as you, , I’m going to burn high incense.”
"Madam has Qiu'er, so she dislikes me." Shen Yuan leaned on his forehead and closed his eyes in a daze. Hearing this, he picked up his eyelids, picked a walnut and held it in his hand, "I'm just like him. I love thousands of people." If you treasure it very much, you still want to play with it. Those who don't love it just smash it to satisfy their appetite, but they still spit it because they don't want to open it."
"This girl is so naughty." Mo Shangyuan pretended to be displeased, took the nutcracker, and placed it in front of Shen Yuan. to serve you."
Qiu Xiao laughed along and reached for the clip: "How can I be worthy of being called Qiu'er, Miss? Since Madam said Miss is weak, I should do the job of opening walnuts."
Shen Yuan blocked it, grabbed the clip and said with a smile: "I prefer to do it myself. The skin of this little walnut is so crispy that it will break when I clip it. Don't get it on your skirt. It won't be able to be shaken off."
The skin of the newly beaten walnuts is indeed thin, white and crispy. If you squeeze it hard with a clamp, it will be dented and cracked. If you take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that the pieces are as thin as paper. If you are stronger, you may be able to eat them with nothing. Just pinch it and it will open.
Feiyun bowed and handed over the small porcelain plate, holding the broken walnuts and picking them himself, peeling off the skin, leaving behind the crispy, crispy and fluffy flesh.
The oiran obviously didn't find the right way, and every time she opened one, a lot of tiny crumbs fell out. But she was enjoying it, as if she was playing with fun objects. Mo Yuanyuan ignored her, but Qiu Xiao couldn't stand it, so she simply rolled up her sleeves and chatted with Feiyue. Pick and choose.
Half a plate of walnut meat was placed on the small jade-white porcelain plate. Xu Jinshu had finished his song early and left the stage to thank him for his gratitude. The music in the hall was almost in a waning mood.
Shen Yuan finally put down his folder, patted his palms clean, and told Mo Yuanyuan that he wanted to go upstairs to talk with Sheng Qiu Xiao. Qiu Xiao had thanked the guests earlier, and the lady of the pavilion happily agreed and waved her hands to let the master and servants go. Went together.
At this time, just when she was walking upstairs, Shen Yuan suddenly turned around and held her arm close to Qiu Xiao: "It's a mess outside. I have a headache just listening to it. Do you have any good tea in your room? Invite me to have a cup." ?”
The Lengxiang oiran had never been so intimate with anyone. Shengqiu Xiaoda was stunned for a moment, but she came back to her senses for a moment and was not shy at all: "Miss, I have to give you a compliment, even if I don't have it."
Sheng Qiuxiao's room was not cramped, and there was a warm pavilion inside. There was a large standing bronze mirror shining brightly beside the eight-treasure dressing table, which made the whole room bright.
"Ouch! You are..." Shen Yuan was unprepared and suddenly saw a figure on the opposite side, almost twisting his feet. Qiu Xiao, with quick eyes and quick hands, held her firmly, looked up and understood what was going on, and waved to Xiaoju to pull. He took a piece of green woolen cloth and covered the bronze mirror tightly.
The candles were not lit enough, and without the help of the mirror, the light in the room instantly dimmed a lot. Xiaoju turned around to place the candles, light the fire, and was stopped by the oiran lady: "That's all, I'll talk to your sister, no need. Add a lamp. Go down and make a pot of good tea. Feiyue, you go with her."
Feiyue responded, put down the things in her hands, and led Xiaoju out of the door. Shen Yuan came to Shengqiu Xiao's room for the first time. She didn't treat herself as an outsider at all. A low table and embroidered mattress were set up in the Nuan Pavilion, so she went and sat down by herself. Qiu Xiao went to the dressing table, first took off the bunch of peonies on her temples, and took off her earrings. When she came back, she brought over a small hand stove with a deep apricot yellow pattern cover: "It was burned earlier. Go and sit across from me." The charcoal fire is closer and warmer."
Shen Yuan took the hand stove, stood up and moved to the low table across from him. Sure enough, there was a fire burning, and the embroidered mattress on the floor was much warmer. Looking carefully, except for the conspicuous large standing bronze mirror, there were no other furnishings in Qiu Xiao's room. It's elegant and chic, but there's nothing out of the ordinary about it.
After looking around, Shen Yuan's eyes stopped at the small square table in front of him. It was a bare board with no unnecessary carvings and carvings, and the paint surface was quite smooth. She couldn't help but speculate. According to legend, in the Lengxiang Pavilion at the moment, Sheng Qiuxiao should be the most favored person, why is it that he is not as good as Guanying in the past?
"What are you looking at, Miss? Is it because my house is so simple and unsightly?" Qiu Xiao seemed to have sensed the oiran's thoughts, so she started talking first, pushing a plate of dried apricots under her hand and asking her to have a taste.
The oiran held the stove, looked up at each other, and his eyes fell on Qiu Xiao's face: "Did you learn from me? You have such a powerful mouth. This room looks very nice to me, but there is nothing shabby about it."
The honey-yellow amber dried apricots were covered with white frost, and they looked delicious. Shen Yuan signed one, and the rich apricot flavor spread between his teeth. The frosting was thin and sweet, with a bit of refreshing sourness.
"It's just the mirror," Shen Yuan paused, leading Qiu Xiao to look at the bronze mirror, "This kind of object is not like other objects. When you don't usually look at it, you should cover it. If there is more, I won't Say, you understand." The oiran's voice was not as confident as before, as if she was afraid.
It's not that Shen Yuan didn't want to say too much, it's just that late at night, she knew that she didn't have a trace of truth in her body. Although she didn't believe in ghosts and gods, there was no need to scare herself.
Seeing this, Qiu Xiao understood in her heart, and walked to the opposite side in a few steps. The embroidered mattress was spacious, and the two women could sit squeezed together, which made them feel much warmer. The two of them were kneeling side by side, close to each other. Shen Yuan was taller than Qiu Xiao. Xiao was still younger and was well protected.
"So, is my sister still scared?" Qiu Xiao turned her face half sideways and smiled brightly, "If you don't talk about this at night, why would your sister come to my room?" This chapter has been completed!