There is a home in the depths of the white clouds

Chapter 128

Wu Youwei glanced at Xiaoxiao: "Well, what's in your hand?"

When I came here, I found that Xiaoxiao was fully armed, with this little bag on his body, and if he didn't let him see it, he would hug him tightly, what?

...money. Xiaoxiao said with a mournful face: "Master, what do you want?" "

"Not for the time being, just sit over there." Wu Youwei pointed to the resting place next to the servants, which was also a corner with tables and chairs: "Do you want some tea? Do you want some snacks?

Xiao Xiao shook her head: "I have eaten and drank soup before coming here."

Moreover, the tea and snacks here are too expensive, he doesn't want to eat, and can't eat or drink.

But Chang Sui of Cheng Pengyun saw it, and still invited Cuigu to serve a pot of good tea, a plate of fruit, and two plates of soft pastries.

Yang Yiqing's book boy pulled Xiao Xiao and sat down.

The second drum beat sounded, and the people in the arena were ready, even the little girl at the door was ready. From the second drum beat, no one would serve tea, water, or snacks and dried fruits.

The whispering among each other was also much quieter.

With the third beep, a hydrangea embroidered with peony flowers was thrown out on the stage, which was the "flower".

"Attention all distinguished guests!" The gorgeous woman smiled ecstatically: "Beat the drums!"

The strong woman didn't wave the drumsticks, but the pretty dancers on her left and right began to beat the drums. You hit, she hit, and it was "General Order"!

The tune was very familiar to Wu Youwei, and Wu Youwei even hummed along, but the drum was loud and his humming was soft, so the other two didn't hear it.

Of course, their attention was not on Wu Youwei's side either.

I saw that the "flower" passed quickly, and it was passed from the first floor in a while, and the second floor continued...

When the song "General's Order" was played, the strong woman beat the big drum again, the sound was very loud, and the "flower" stopped at the door of a private room on the third floor.

Okay!

I didn't expect the first flower to reach the third floor!

As I said before, the third floor is full of mysterious figures. The Ming Dynasty stipulated that officials were not allowed to have sex with prostitutes, so you can’t see officials in the Qinglou Chuguan, not even a small official.

But this is not, is there a countermeasure under the above policy!

If you can't see it, it's over!

On the third floor, there are two special passages, one light and one dark, and there are thugs guarding them, allowing people to go up in an open manner, and also allows people to come and go without a trace.

But they are mysterious, they don't face the road, and they don't want to show up on the third floor!

Finally, a man dressed as a scribe came out from the private room on the third floor, and he cupped his hands and said in a loud voice: "I don't know which oiran will come up with the question for this first time passing flowers?

The glamorous woman cast her winking eyes: "Of course it's our Chunlan girl."

She took a few steps back, and on the second floor behind her, a woman in a milky white dress came down.

But I saw her wearing a cardigan shirt embroidered with white bamboo leaf satin, a white skirt with rose-red orchids scattered on the floor, and a veil of gemstone green flowers.

Black and thick hair, the head is coquettish and unique, with a magnolia flower hairpin inserted in the lightly curled temples, skin like fat hands, wearing a twisted silver bracelet with bells on it, and a moon-white embroidered orchid girdle on the waist , there is a light gold brocade sachet with hundreds of butterflies hanging on it, and on the feet are apricot white gold thread embroidered double-petal lotus brocade embroidered two-color hibiscus embroidered shoes, the whole person is elegant and beautiful, really like an orchid in an empty valley, independent from the world Faint and weak, very weak.

In the Ming Dynasty, women's foot binding entered a prosperous period and developed rapidly in various places.

Including the Chu Pavilion in the brothel, Miss Chunlan walked down slowly with the help of two big maidservants. The lotus steps moved lightly, and the weak wind supported the willows!

Both Cheng Pengyun and Yang Yiqing stared straight at her. Such a woman is really rare!

Wu Youwei looked at it, and that's it!

In his opinion, this woman is not as good as those actresses who will play "Sister Immortal" in later generations!

In fact, he came from the era of the information explosion. What kind of artificial beauties and natural beauties have you never seen?

In particular, this woman still has bound feet. In his era, this was all a morbid aesthetic.

It seems that the daughters of my family...don't have small feet. As for Wu Sun's and Wu Meng's's, they seem to be...but he rarely sees them. When he walks, he is supported by maids. Open the bottom of other people's skirts, look at the feet, right? "The maids are all big feet, oh, there is a good name in this era, called: Tianzu. It means the feet that grow naturally, feet.

Moreover, the oirans in this place are all cultivated by them. No matter how much a brothel is cultivated, it is not a place that can raise good girls. It is already very good to have four oirans, and these are some useless girls. It was presented by gentlemen who have seen beauties, plus some of their own skill packaging.

To be honest, they were as beautiful as angels, and someone had redeemed them as soon as they appeared on the stage.

No matter how high the asking price of Qunfang Pavilion is, there is no shortage of rich people in the world, and there is no shortage of high-ranking and beautiful women in Beijing, right?

"Miss Chunlan! It's Miss Chunlan!" Someone who knew this oiran couldn't help exclaiming.

"Miss Chunlan, hello!" Someone else took the opportunity to say hello.

Chunlan is worthy of being the eldest sister of the Huakui, she smiled softly, and it really made people feel like a spring breeze, and she gently parted her lips: "Since this gentleman has received the flowers, please write a poem about the flowers."

The gentleman really smiled, and at that time recited a poem praising orchids, which was made by himself, and it happened to be Miss Chunlan's flower name.

Miss Chunlan smiled and blessed her body: "Pass the test."

After she finished speaking, the strong woman behind her beat the big drum.

With a sound of "dong", Miss Chunlan retreated back, and she was still on the second floor, but halfway up the stairs. There was a small platform with four chairs on it. There were various musical instruments on one side, and It is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and a desk.Miss Chunlan was sitting on that small table, quietly, like an orchid growing in an empty valley, admiring herself alone.Others, especially literati, thought she was a good girl.But Wu Youwei paid back: "The next step is to continue to pass the flowers!"

Cheng Pengyun gave him a strange look: "Such a beautiful oiran, why don't you take a look?"

"What are you looking at?" Wu Youwei said boredly, "It's just like that."

Cheng Pengyun immediately respected him: "Your family must have a more beautiful... maid?"

"My family's appearance is not as good as hers." Wu Youwei curled his lips: "It's just cleaner than hers.

"You dislike Miss Chunlan?" Yang Yiqing was upset.

"No, I mean, those in my family have a cleaner heart than hers." Wu Youwei waved his hand: "She looks a little pretentious.

In his time, there was a popular saying: If you don't die, you won't die.

However, it is enough for him to know this sentence alone. Saying it now seems like a curse...

Cheng Pengyun choked: "She is the oiran.

If you don't pretend, how can you get along?

He has also met quite a few oirans. It is common for them to do business, treat guests to dinner, and there are quite a few oirans to accompany them, but most of the oirans are like this, and a few are even worse.

"Okay, Oiran, hurry up and pass the flowers!" Wu Youwei took a sip of tea, and found that there was only "full" tea left in the bowl, so he poured another bowl himself.

Yang Yiqing looked at Xiaoxiao who was enjoying eating melon over there, then at the book boy who was pouring tea for him, and Chang Sui who was giving fruit to his cousin... This is what Youwei usually does. ...manner?

Without keeping Wu Youwei waiting for too long, he began to beat the drums to pass the flowers again. After the song ended, this time it passed around, but stopped on the first floor.

However, the one who was selected was a rich man with little cultural background, but he sprinkled 400 taels of gold on the stage, one or two gold ingots, which looked small and exquisite, but golden: "Our master has a big business, and he is best at Just look at the account book and ask Mother Fang to show some face and help our master get through this hurdle."

"This distinguished guest has a confidante in the pavilion." The beautiful woman turned out to be the mother of the second courtyard, and she was also an oiran, but when she got older, she changed her career to be a bustard, just because she was good-looking. , temperament is also good, so I stayed in Erjin. Compared with Cuixi's mother, she has much more sophisticated wrists and can speak.

"Yes." A rich and handsome middle-aged man came over: "My master likes Miss Xiangxue the most, and he is called a confidante."

"Then invite Miss Xiangxue!" Fang's mother smiled sweetly, "Let's save her beloved master!"

Everyone laughed kindly, and Miss Xiangxue came out.

Wu Youwei and the three of them also stretched their necks to look over, wanting to see what Miss Xiangxue looks like.

A young lady walked out from behind the stage. She was about twenty years old, with a fair face and big eyes like autumn waves. Her eyes were lively, and she exuded a soft and gentle aura.

She was wearing a light white gauze shirt with a large lily skirt winding behind her.

The smooth hair is simply tied up in a bun, and a few golden flat hairpins are randomly adorned in the hair, making the smooth hair more soft, shiny and moist.

"Master Qu." Miss Xiangxue greeted her whole body, "I'm here to rescue you."

"Okay!" Master Qu might really like Miss Xiangxue, and his voice softened three points when talking to her.

"I don't know what's wrong with the sisters?" Miss Xiangxue turned around and asked Mother Xiangfang.

"Since they are my sisters, there is no need for Xia He to come up with a question. I will do it, Mom!" Fang's mother said, "Just ask Xiangxue to sing one of her best songs for everyone here. Let's talk about it, okay?"

"it is good!"

"This is good!"

"Not bad!"

Everyone echoed, always beating the drums to pass the flowers, the first one passed, a sour literati recited a poem and it was over, it was meaningless, it is better to let the little flower girl sing a song.

Miss Xiangxue smiled, "Okay!"

Everyone was even more happy, but Cuigu came in at this time and explained in a low voice: "Xiangxue was listed on the stage, and it was Mr. Qu who kept her in the backyard of our Qunfang Pavilion. She usually doesn't show her face in public, and she is best at pipa music.

Only then did the three of them realize that this is really Master Qu's confidante!

They are all taken care of.

Wu Youwei sighed: In this world, you can have a mistress in the brothel Chu Pavilion!

Not sure how much milk is in the house?

But Miss Xiangxue didn't go to the platform on the second floor, but on this platform, a little girl brought a stool and gave her a musical instrument, which was a pipa.

"Cui Huan slanted with a slanted mantle and clouds hanging down her ears, and her earlobe slanted with a cloud mantle and her eyes are emerald green. Sleeping in the Spring Festival Gala is drowsy, and sleepy in the late spring. The pears are falling in the snow, and the pears are falling in the snow. Whom do you think about, who do you think about?"

This is a poem "Bodhisattva Man" written by Su Shi, a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty.Back to Wenchun Boudoir's Resentment, Miss Xiangxue sang softly with her lips open, with a melodious and tender tone.

Wu Youwei thought it sounded pretty good, but it was lingering and lingering despite the ancient meaning.

Miss Xiangxue was singing, but her eyes kept looking at Master Qu, those eyes!

Master Qu also looked at her, also very devoted.

When she finished singing, there was a moment of silence in the audience, and Master Qu shouted excitedly: "Xiangxue, I will redeem you!"

Wow!

Wu Youwei stood up excitedly, and shouted to Master Qu on the first floor: "Dude, man enough!

Redeem her if you like it? This place is not a paradise, so what's the matter if you can't bear to live there?

A few dandies also followed and said to Master Qu: "That's interesting!", "There's kindness!"

Master Qu probably didn't expect that he could get involved with a few dandy young masters by redeeming a confidante, and he happily bowed his hands to them one by one: "Today I will redeem Xiangxue's body, and tomorrow I will serve wine and take concubines in the lower mansion, everyone is welcome! "

"This guy knows how to climb along the pole." Cheng Pengyun smiled and watched Master Qu throw another set of golden noodles on the stage: "This time I met a lot of people."