Chapter 63 There is a strange woman in the brothel
It's ridiculous to think about the eunuch entering the brothel shop. This is an anecdote through the ages. The young eunuch himself found it unbelievable and it ruined the eunuch's reputation.
Due to his own reasons, it was inconvenient for Lao Hu to show up on such an occasion, so he sent his subordinates to lead the young eunuch to go through the formalities. The old bustard always recognized money but not people. Since he was a friend of the county magistrate, he carried it on his back.
There were several big bags of white money. It was over 5,000 taels, and there were ten taels more. In addition to the net worth, the money for tea, fruit, and wine was so important that the old man couldn’t help but look at it. In addition, this large amount of silver taels
, how can the old lady not feel warm? She personally brought the little eunuch into the room, made tea, poured water, brought washed dried and fresh fruits, and begged the little eunuch to wait for a while. The girl named Xue Tao was a little bit
The trivial matters were postponed, and he came from time to time and said that Miss Xue Tao must be in love with a man and a woman when she saw the young master's character. After having a romantic night, the madam went off on her own. Before closing the door, she even made a face at the young eunuch.
The little eunuch was sitting on Miss Xue Tao's bed. Waves of strange fragrance hit his nostrils and refreshed his mind. He couldn't help but feel itchy and couldn't help but think about it. The little eunuch's heart was beating so hard that he patiently raised his eyes to observe the furnishings in the room: In the room
The most eye-catching thing is a big bed, the bedding is not very gorgeous, followed by a round table and a dressing table, and at most two small stools. The wall facing the bed is the window, with side walls on both sides, and calligraphy on one wall.
There are calligraphy and paintings on one wall
The calligraphy and painting seemed to depict a drunken imperial concubine, and Yang Yuhuan was painted vividly and vividly. I saw the fat lady sitting alone beside a small stone table, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were blurry from drunkenness, and she was leaning on the corner of the stone bench with one hand.
The other hand seems to be untying or has already untied the collar, and it seems to have only untied one or two pairs of buttons. In short, the jade hand was drawn in the wrong place, and it happened to cover it.
Her breasts were just about to open up, and the two bulging little rabbits that were about to come out also seemed to be invisible, leaving people with endless reveries and deep regrets.
The little eunuch was not satisfied with what he saw, so he simply turned his head to look at calligraphy. The little eunuch had also seen many posts. The four masters of ancient calligraphy were Yan (Zhenqing), Liu (Gongquan), Wang (Xizhi), Zhao (Mengfu),
He had written in cursive many times by the four master calligraphers of the Song Dynasty, Su, Huang, Mi, Cai, etc. But with the calligraphy in front of him, he really couldn't tell which sect it came from, and naturally he wouldn't recognize He Jun's handwriting. All he saw was this
His writing skills are strong and he is experienced in fine brushwork. He must have been taught by an expert. What is written on the copybook is:
At dusk, I visited Xue Tao. His beautiful clothes were covered with dew, his broad sleeves were condensed with smoke, and a lock of black hair played on his forehead. The curtain was half-covered, and the book was half-rolled. It was suspected that he was a man who had not slept in the spring night and was wearing green wine and red wine. He was asking where the visitor was. He was visiting Pingzong Ancient Well in the West Long Minchuan River.
I want to teach poetry, but I don’t want to talk about it happily. Yuan Bai just left and the ink is not dry yet.
The small well leans on the railing, and there is a little bit of snow. The cold moon crescents the plum trees, and the bamboos grow. The red lips are not opened, and the eyebrows are smiling. The soft steps are soft, whispering among the flowers. Everything comes from nature. High branches, don't climb the red building in Tsing Yi. There are still beautiful chapters in Qiongwen. It's fair to say that
The true love of poetry is there, all mountains and rivers are destined
(Xue Tao, a female poet in the Tang Dynasty and a famous singing prostitute, had an irreversible friendship with Yuan Zhen, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty who was an official worshipper and supervisor of the censor. Today, there is Xue Tao's Well and the white marble statue of the poet in Wangjiang Park in Chengdu for visitors to look at----
--Author's Note) The little eunuch couldn't help laughing after watching this. This Xue Tao was definitely not the other Xue Tao. The eunuch had a fake, and Xue Tao also had a counterfeit. Everyone was even. When the little eunuch was sighing, the door opened, and a woman came in with bright eyes.
Like autumn water, her cheeks resemble the full moon, and a pure white jade hairpin crosses her dark cloud-like bun. She wears a plain dress with a tight black waistcoat, and a scarlet cape. She is elegantly dressed.
elegant
The woman first said a blessing, then she lightly opened her red lips, slightly exposed her white teeth, and said in a sweet voice:
"Young master, you have been waiting for a long time!"
The little eunuch couldn't help but be shocked: Is there such a stunning beauty in the brothel? If she chooses to be a palace official, she will be no less beautiful than Wang Shimei.
"I am Pan Youan," the young eunuch announced his home address and said, "I am a guest from the capital. I have heard about the talented woman for a long time and came here specially to visit."
"Young Master is over-reputed, what kind of talented woman am I? I'm just pretending to be Xue Tao, wandering around in the world, just trying to make ends meet."
"A bowl of rice costs five thousand taels of silver. Doesn't this girl have a big appetite?" the young eunuch teased with a smile.
Xue Tao covered his mouth and smiled, and said eloquently: "My name is Jiang Ziya fishing with a straight hook. Only those who are willing will take the bait. For example, I am begging along the street. How many coins can you reward me? Since ancient times, I am not the only one who has become rich and famous by selling looks.
One person, such as Li Shishi, Du Shiniang, Yu Tangchun, Dong Xiaowan, Liang Hongyu, Li Xiangjun, Chen Yuanyuan, the courtesan, etc., which one does not win the applause of thousands of people?" (Author's note: This is just a parallelism. Finally, when it comes to people from the Qing Dynasty,
The story does not necessarily take place in the Qing Dynasty, please do not misinterpret it) The little eunuch suddenly blushed and was at a loss for words. He had experienced many beautiful women in his hands, but this one named Xue Tao completely embarrassed him with just a few words.
Saints can't ridicule, so can prostitutes not? He even began to wonder a little bit about the ancient famous prostitutes reported by Miss Xue Tao.
, can you take the time to delve into the knowledge of the kiln shop?
Seeing that the young eunuch was silent, Xue Tao hurriedly said:
"I've been talking for a long time, but I still asked you to stand. It's really inappropriate. Please sit down, please, and I'll pour you some tea."
When the little eunuch looked at Xue Tao again, he was like Chang'e in the moon palace or a fairy in the clouds. He took a sip of the fragrant tea given by Xue Tao and was speechless:
"How old is the girl?"
Xue Tao smiled again and said: "Age is not important. Back then, Xue Tao was already in her forties. Didn't she still meet Yuan Zhen, a talented man who was eleven years younger than her?
Like thunder and lightning touching the earth, melting into the sea of love at the same time?"
The young eunuch was not unfamiliar with this. There was a rumor in the palace about "The Romance of the West Chamber", and he had occasionally browsed it a few times. However, he could not figure out whether the great talent Yuan Zhen was infatuated or ruthless. He could write the eternal masterpieces like Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying.
Not only did Zhang Sheng abandon Yingying, but he also openly forgot about Xue Tao, who had a deep affection for him, looked at each other's door, vowed not to visit again, and finally died of loneliness and sorrow.
Exception? The little eunuch thought about it and interrupted:
"In the end, it wasn't the supervisory censor named Yuan Zhen who betrayed Xue Tao?"
"What the young master said is absolutely true," Miss Xue Tao nodded and said with a slight smile: "There has never been any true love or truth in brothels. They just got what they wanted. After a night of love, they forgot all about the things that happened in their minds. I don't know.
Who is that person last night? Just like you, young master, you paid five thousand taels of silver to buy me tonight. If I asked you to spend another one thousand taels of silver tomorrow to reconnect with old times, I'm afraid you wouldn't agree."
The little eunuch said without hesitation: "That's not necessarily true. The girl underestimated Pan."
Xue Tao looked around and said with an apologetic smile: "You only care about the two of us, and you are neglecting the young master. I will call for some food and wine. How about we eat and talk?"
The young eunuch also wanted to use wine to strengthen his courage, so he said: "That's fine."