The third volume is famous Chapter 42 Dream Jiangnan
Following everyone's gaze, a plain white figure walked out from the sound of orchestral strings, silk and bamboo, but it was a naturally graceful figure, with icy muscles and beautiful bones. A slender waist was held in hand, and the clothes were as thin as cicada wings, outlining the heart-stirring curves.
It's impossible to take your eyes away.
However, although the oiran lady came in like a flower, she still half-hidden her face with a pipa in her arms and a brocaded golden silk fan. Her figure was full and she danced slowly in the music. Her graceful and dancing figure,
Swinging up the fragrant sleeves of her plain white dress, she looked like a banished fairy. She was really in a hurry to get things done, so she could only tie the knot in her dancing clothes. She waved her hand affectionately, and her sleeves were staggered. The willows were holding silk threads, and the wind turned back to the snow.
Su Ling couldn't help but feel confused. He originally thought that Ruhuazhen might be dressed like Nonsense Axing, but now that the oiran lady has come out, she has yet to show her face, and her charm is already extraordinary. It seems that she is just called Ruhua.
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Su Ling lowered his head and muttered: "Isn't this better than watching the anchor flirt? Do you dare to buy two monthly votes? I'll let Ruhua also broadcast live for you to vote..." (Author: Uh, I'm cheating.
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Looking around, he saw that no one was paying attention to his crazy words. He then looked towards Du Heng and saw that his eyes were shining. He was so arrogant that he had to kick him with his feet. The idiot seemed to have not heard anything.
The oiran lady danced like a flower and walked up to the high platform. The music became more enthusiastic and her figure became more and more agile. Her plain white clothes were misty and lingering, just like snow falling on the red dust. There was a kind of beauty that was difficult to desecrate.
The string sound suddenly stopped at its climax. While everyone was still enjoying themselves, Ruhua had already stopped dancing, fluttering in the direction of everyone, lightly opening her red lips and saying: "Little girl Ruhua, I have met all of you gentlemen!"
After Yingying bowed, she had already moved her fan away, and then she raised her charming face with joy and tenderness, facing the hot gaze from the audience without being delicate or pretentious.
Everyone was considered to be from a well-known family, so they also lost their "tiger and wolf" expressions and rushed to Ruhua, cupping their fists and saying, "Thank you, Oiran, Madam."
After everyone sat down, Ruhua smiled softly and said softly: "Have you tried the tea prepared by the slave family? I wonder if it suits the taste?"
Yuan Wuqian's eyes were already shining. If this was not a place where status was important, he might have been hungry. He rubbed his hands and said: "It tastes good. It tastes good. The tea prepared by the court lady herself, how can it not taste good?"
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As soon as he finished speaking, Chao Heng, the troll, shouted again: "That's what tea means. It's just that this is a romantic place. It's too boring to only drink tea to wash your intestines."
When Yuan Wuqian heard this, he glared at him and said, "You are really rude. You find it boring. Why don't you leave? No one will keep you..."
When Chao Heng heard this, he rolled up his sleeves and started to spray.
The flower-like girl was not annoyed at all, she laughed like a silver bell, and then she covered her mouth and said with a smile: "This Young Master Chao is a lovely person, but he has a hot temper. But none of the Young Masters who come to Xixiang Tower are not the same."
Are you anxious? Mr. Yuan is also a caring person, so he has smoothed things over for the slave family. The slave family will take note of Mr. Yuan."
She said this in an extremely charming way, but it made the two families happy. Yuan Wuqian and Chao Heng were immediately fascinated, and they felt as beautiful as the Chinese New Year.
Su Ling secretly took a look at this woman and realized that she was indeed a veteran in the Fengyue field, and she was really good at playing both sides.
Ruhua clapped her hands again, and saw seven maids walking in, each holding a glass of wine. There were two bright red cherries in the wine. She placed a glass in front of each of them, and then Yingying withdrew.
However, everyone had wine in front of them, but Liu Zhang, the eldest son of Yangzhou shepherd Liu Jingsheng, did not put it on the table. Liu Zhang looked a little unnatural and said coldly: "Why do they all have wine, but I don't? Could it be that the oiran lady looks down on me?"
Isn’t Liu Zhang successful?”
Na Ruhua smiled seductively and said, "This cherry wine is made by the slaves who personally picked the cherries and put them in the wine. How about you try it? As for Mr. Liu."
She suddenly stood up, her fragrance wafting, and her white figure had already arrived in front of Liu Zhang. The charming smile on her pretty face was even bigger. She delicately put her bare hands on Liu Zhang's sleeves and gently pulled them, shyly.
Dai Mei said: "Young Master Liu has a noble status, and your father is the lord of Yangzhou, the richest country in the world. It's too late for me to get close to him, so how can I look down on him?"
As he spoke, there were tears in his eyes.
Liu Zhang was so panicked that he didn't care much. He raised his hairy hand to wipe away the beauty's tears. Unexpectedly, the flower burst into laughter, raised his jade hand lightly and patted Liu Zhang's hand, and said softly and seductively:
"Of course Mr. Liu has this cherry wine, but Mr. Liu's cherry wine is real cherry..."
Everyone was puzzled when they saw the courtesan Ruhua actually took out a glass of wine from his sleeve and waved it gently in front of Liu Zhang.
Liu Zhang had been fascinated for a long time. He smiled foolishly and was about to take it. Unexpectedly, Ruhua shook his head gently and said: "Master Liu, don't be anxious." After saying this, he actually took the wine glass and gently drank it.
It stuck to her own cherry lips, and when she took it away, her red lip marks appeared on the wine glass. Na Ruhua smiled charmingly, put the wine to Liu Zhang's lips and said, "This cherry blossom is suitable for Mr. Liu."
What’s in your heart?”
Liu Zhang was satisfied and secretly felt that he was favored by the oiran. He originally wanted to overpower the fourth son of Shen, but Ruhua acted like this. Not only was he lustful, but he also felt that he had slapped Shen Jizhou's fourth son in the face. He laughed loudly.
He swallowed the lip mark in one gulp, raised his head and drank the cherry wine and said: "The fragrance is far away, and the fragrance is like dew!"
The pair of young masters Shen Qian and Shen Si, who were sitting at the first table facing each other, did not speak, but their expressions were a little ugly. They just put the wine glass in their hands hard on the table, secretly angry.
Ruhua seemed to have not heard of it and went back to his seat to sit down.
Su Ling secretly thought to herself that this Ruhua was by no means the kind of person who would offend others by focusing on one thing and the other. It could be seen from what she just said to Yuan Wuqian and Chao Heng, why she changed her behavior again and insisted on looking down on Yangzhou Shepherd Liu Jingsheng.
The eldest son of Yangzhou, but neglected the son of Shen Jizhou, the most powerful among the five states in the world? Although Yangzhou is the richest in the world, how can the land of the five states be comparable to that of that state?
When something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Maybe this Ruhua did it on purpose?
But, she is just a courtesan in a brothel, why is that so?
Su Ling thought calmly.
Yuan Wuqian seemed to want to regain some ground for Shen Qian, and said with a sneer: "Oiran Madam, today's banquet is all high-profile celebrities, but I don't know why you want to banquet a rough mountain man? It seems that the Xiangxiang Banquet is in vain."
The oiran Ruhua knew the reason for his sudden attack, so she smiled sweetly and said: "Master Yuan, where did you come from? The one here is not famous, so how can he have a false reputation?"
Yuan Wuqian suddenly stood up, pointed at Su Ling and said: "How should the court lady explain this man's appearance here? He is just a mountain man, and the servant behind him is even more rude. It is really insulting to the gentleness of me to sit with him."
, From this point of view, it’s okay not to participate in this incense banquet.”
Du Heng was behind Su Ling and became even more angry when he heard this. Just when he was about to speak, Su Ling knew that he was stupid and pulled him. Then he glanced sideways at Yuan Wuqian and laughed coldly.
"Why are you laughing?" Yuan Wuqian said sarcastically.
"I laugh at the fight between two crickets, and they insist on hurting innocent people!" Su Ling said calmly.
Yuan Wuqian said angrily: "You Su Ling, if you speak rudely, you don't have a share in this fragrant banquet!"
"Ouch!" Su Ling stood up lazily and shrugged his shoulders: "When you talk to people, you have to speak well. When you talk to monkeys, you have to use animal language, otherwise he won't understand!"
"you......"
Su Ling still acted like what can you do to me, and said lazily: "Yuan Wuqian, you only drew one mouth on a piece of paper, you have such a big face? Isn't it enough for you to make a fool of yourself? Jiangshan Ping pointed fingers,
I thought it was opened by your family, but what's the result? Can you give me a half-word review? Now that the oiran lady of Xixiangyan has not spoken, you chase me away first? Are you also the oiran of Xixiangyuan?"
Everyone burst out laughing when they heard that Su Ling compared Yuan Wuqian to an oiran.
Su Ling didn't give him a chance to speak, and said: "However, if you want to become an oiran, with your appearance, Xixiangyuan will not have to pay for it with death?"
Yuan Wuqian still wanted to speak, but Shen Qian snorted and said: "You are not embarrassed enough? If you continue to use your words like this, I will not say a good word for you from my father!"
Yuan Wuqian just sat down, holding back his anger.
The oiran Ruhua glanced at Su Ling indifferently, and then said softly: "No wonder you all have such doubts, but today Jiangshan Tower has released Master Xu's gift review to Mr. Su. I think everyone knows that Chi,
The word Ji. The little girl dared to ask, which of you here has received a compliment from Master Xu?"
Her words were gentle at first, but her last question was very serious.
Everyone was surprised and their faces turned red.
The oiran lady smiled so charmingly that her petite body trembled with laughter and said: "There is a comment from Master Xu, and Mr. Su has an article in Jiangshan Commentary: Worry about the world's worries first, and be happy after the world's worries.
Le, for such a talented person to come to my incense banquet, it is beyond my reach."
Although her words were directed at Su Ling, her charming smile and charming personality made everyone feel angry.
Chao Heng's voice sounded at an inappropriate time: "Oh, why are you talking nonsense? I don't like it!"
Su Ling almost laughed out loud. You are the ancestor of the talkers. You don't like it? I believe you are a ghost!
Chao Heng said again: "Since it is a fragrant banquet, and the lady is also an oiran, then you can show off some of your talents and let me appreciate the style of the oiran lady. That's the real thing! Otherwise, I would have to take more than two hundred pictures a month.
Isn’t the monthly ticket paid for in vain?”
"Monthly ticket? I'll go! Is there really such a thing?" Su Ling blurted out.
The oiran Ruhua smiled sweetly and said: "That's natural. Although the Nu family is a prostitute in this fragrant garden, she is still a Banan oiran. Anyone can see it if they want to see it. Therefore, the Nu family has made a rule. If you want to see it, you can see it.
I am really beautiful, so you need to come to Xixiang Garden every month and buy some monthly tickets. Once the monthly tickets are collected, the person who buys the most monthly tickets can meet me, sing, dance, or do other things as you please. This month has the most monthly tickets.
It’s Chao Heng, Mr. Chao, who has a total of 220 monthly tickets.”
Su Ling's eyes almost fell down and she said: "You are doing great marketing! But I don't know how much a monthly pass costs?"
"Not too much, not too much, each monthly ticket is only 500 cents." Ruhuaqiao smiled brightly and looked at Su Ling expectantly.
Su Ling smiled, took out 1,000 coins and said, "Then I'll join in and get two monthly passes!"
Seeing this, everyone was unwilling to lag behind, and each took out money, some with five monthly passes, and some with ten monthly passes. Shen Qian seemed to be trying to regain his place, and actually bought 200 monthly passes.
The oiran Ruhua smiled even more charmingly, and asked the maids to take it away. Then she played the guqin on the table and said: "Since you are so flattering, I will show my shame and sing a few little songs. It will be a joy for you all."
After saying this, she played the guqin lightly with her bare hands, opened her lips lightly, and her melodious singing voice suddenly floated throughout the entire Xixiang Banquet hall.
Everyone looked intoxicated, and the flower-like singing voice was indeed so touching and pathos that it made people feel intoxicated.
After the three songs were sung, she smiled sweetly and said, "I've made a fool of myself!"
Chao Heng was the first to speak again: "The oiran lady's singing voice is beautiful. However, although these lyrics are beautiful, they are all love songs. With the appearance of a little girl, ordinary singers can also sing. If the oiran lady only has these Actually, the name of courtesan and this fragrant banquet are not worthy of the name."
Ruhua smiled faintly and said: "Master Chao is indeed a person who knows a lot about poetry. I just listened to Nu's song. How about listening to the music again?"
After saying this, he started to play the strings with his bare hands, and in an instant, the sound of the piano was ethereal and pleasant to the ear.
This courtesan is like a flower, and her skills are indeed unparalleled. The guqin is gently held in her hands, slowly twisted, wiped and lifted, and a set of fingering skills is flowing and exquisite. The big strings in the sound of the piano suddenly noisy, like a heavy rain, and suddenly a sudden sound. The small strings are turning, weeping and complaining, just like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate. At the beginning, the sound of the piano is gentle, like a passionate girl, singing a graceful clear song, singing in a low voice, which is intoxicating. Later, that The sound of the piano suddenly sounded distant and high-pitched, and as the strings were played, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. It was like thousands of horses neighing on the battlefield, or like a rolling river flowing eastward.
When the song ended, everyone was still in the music, speechless and intoxicated. Only the white moon in the sky was left, glowing brightly.
"Good song! Good song! Only now do I understand the true meaning of the word "Fenggu" on the screen behind the court lady!" Xue Heng, who had never spoken before, clapped his hands and praised.
Everyone also applauded again and again. They all felt that this song was like a flower and it was a miraculous skill.
Even Su Ling's mood was ups and downs. The sound of wind and thunder in that song made him feel extremely excited.
How can a woman with fireworks have such a musical sense?
Su Ling even felt that Ruhua's identity was not simple.
Ruhua then smiled faintly and said: "Young masters, after listening to this song by me just now, it seems that it still resonates with people's hearts. This is also the reason why my family has set up this fragrant banquet for you all today."
"Oh? Oiran, please tell me!" Everyone's eyes were filled with enthusiasm.
Na Ruhua looked pitiful, and said with a smile: "I have good music, but no good lyrics... The slave family is extremely distressed, and has no talent and learning, so I can only save the slave family, you gentlemen." Okay, today at the incense banquet, the slave family will ask all the gentlemen to write a poem or a poem. If the slave family thinks which young master has the best poems, then he will be the owner of the red curtain tent of the slave family tonight!"
After saying that, he looked like he was willing to take whatever you asked for and be loved by him.
Everyone was very moved when they heard and saw it. Some people looked at Ruhua and wished they could skin her.
When Su Ling heard this, he moved back as if it was none of his business.
Du Heng whispered: "Why, you don't want to participate?"
Su Ling whispered: "I don't want to sleep with her. I wrote poems. If she picks her, wouldn't I lose my virginity? How can I be worthy of Zhiyue?"
Du Heng was shameless and said with a smile: "Why don't you write it to me secretly first...I'll go there later..."
Su Ling laughed and cursed in a low voice: "You idiot, just have your big dreams!"
While the two were talking, someone had already finished a song and stood up to chant loudly. Su Ling saw that it was Chao Heng.
"The stars are shining brightly in the sky, the wind is shaking and the green waves are covering the sky.
The fragrance of flowers lingers on my hands, and the moonlight gathers misty clouds.
The high-pitched words startle the white swallows, while the low-pitched whirls play with the green frogs.
A curtain of spring dreams, sitting and slowly brewing tea."
Chao Heng composed this poem by himself. Before anyone else could speak, he started shouting.
Chao Heng shouted "Okay" and looked at the oiran Ruhua with expectation. Ruhua just smiled and nodded and stopped talking.
Although Chao Heng was a troll, he was not a troublesome person. When he saw the oiran acting like this, he knew that he was not in her eyes, so he sat down dejectedly and started to drink wine.
Everyone else lowered or raised their heads, frowned, thinking hard.
Na Ruhua smiled faintly, and suddenly looked at Su Ling, but seeing that he looked like it had nothing to do with him, he poured the wine nonchalantly, took a sip, and tasted it leisurely.
Ruhua's eyes flashed, and she stood up gently. A burst of fragrance blew by, and she came to Su Ling, looking at him with a smile.
Su Ling was stunned for a moment, then said awkwardly: "Do you want to drink?"
Na Ruhua smiled and then said softly: "I see that all the young masters in the hall are thinking hard about how to write good poems. Why is Mr. Su drinking alone? Is it because the slave family is not beautiful enough to make Mr. Su's heart flutter?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Su Ling seductively, and there was an indescribable charm in his beautiful eyes.
"Um..." Su Ling's head was full of black lines, and he secretly thought that he was a thousand-year-old fox, so don't talk to me about chatting. He was just thinking about how to deal with it.
But Yuan Wuqian came over with a sneer and said: "Humph, it's just a false name. I don't think it's just a lucky chance that he got those good names. In fact, he has no ideas. He has become a prototype."
Your grandma... Su Ling cursed in her heart, I never provoke you, but if you insist on riding on my head to shit, then I should just pretend to be a big one!
Su Ling suddenly raised his head and looked at Yuan Wuqian with burning eyes. The sharp edge in his eyes made Yuan Wuqian a little stunned. He stood on the spot and opened his mouth without saying anything.
Su Ling suddenly picked up the wine bottle, drank a few sips, and simply leaned in front of the table, saying rather arrogantly: "What nonsense poems are beyond the eyes of experts. I just don't want to write them anymore. If I open my mouth to write poems,
, I’m afraid even if you write it for ten years, it will be nothing!”
His words didn't matter, as he offended everyone present. Shen Qian, Liu Zhang, Tian Xu and others all turned their heads coldly and looked over with burning eyes.
Su Ling didn't care. He picked up the jug and took a few sips. It seemed that he was out of wine, so he simply threw the jug towards the front of the hall. With a bang, the jug fell to the ground. Su Ling said loudly: "
No more wine, it’s not enough, where’s the wine?”
The oiran Ruhua remained calm and said with a smile in his eyes: "It seems that good wine is more important to Mr. Su than beauties. There is plenty of good wine, but you have to write a poem. I think it's okay, can you drink the wine as you like?"
Shen Qian and Liu Zhang both said angrily: "It's so shameless and insulting to the gentlemen! He's just a drunkard, what kind of poetry can he do!"
"Bring me a pen!" Su Ling suddenly shouted.
Ruhua remained calm and motioned to the maid in front of the door. The maid had already laid a pen and paper in front of Su Ling's table.
Su Ling's eyes suddenly shone, and he approached Ruhua as if in a state of intoxication. He seemed to smile drunkenly and said, "Su is bold enough to lend the oiran a favor!"
As he spoke, he struck out like lightning and grabbed the oiran Ruhua's jade wrist. Then with a little force, Ruhua let out a sweet cry and fell into Su Ling's arms, falling all over her.
Ruhua's beautiful face changed slightly. But Su Ling whispered: "Oiran, please don't misunderstand me, I don't want to molest you."
As he said this, he actually held his flowery jade hand, took the pen, and laughed loudly and said: "I want both wine and beauties!"
Without any further hesitation, Su Ling took hold of Ruhua's jade hand and used a gentle force. Ruhua did not resist. The hand holding the pen followed Su Ling's strength and began to write dots on the paper. After a while, a poem with five sentences was written. The lyrics were completed in one go, and Su Ling let go of Ruhua's hand and said with a smile: "The courtesan's jade bones and ice skin are really intoxicating!"
The flowery eyes were staring at this poem, as if intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
Her red lips parted slightly, and she began to read in a low voice.
"Millions of hate, hatred is at the end of the world. The mountains and moon don't know what's in my heart, the water and wind fall in the sky, and the blue clouds sway. The title of the poem is "Dream of Jiangnan!" She chanted it in a low voice like this, and recited it several times, her expression was full of emotion. There was actually a little more sadness and loss, and even more indescribable pathos and sadness. I read the words "Meng Jiangnan" several times, and every time I read it, my expression became more miserable.
It was Wen Tingyun, the author of Wen Bacha's masterpiece "Dream Jiangnan". Su Ling secretly bowed several times to the originator of the Huajian School.
Su Ling saw the flower-like expression in her eyes, and her heart moved, and she became even more suspicious.
After a long time, the flower-like expression returned to normal, and he sighed quietly: "Young masters, please stop wasting your efforts. The most popular poem in my heart today is the song "Dream of Jiangnan."