There is a home in the depths of the white clouds

Chapter 129

But Yang Yiqing said: "He may have acted on a whim, and he didn't expect this result."

Wu Youwei had already come back and sat down: "I'll beat the drums and spread the flowers in a while!

Sure enough, although this is a happy event, the drumming and spreading of flowers will continue.

On the other side, Wu Ying couldn't wait any longer: "Why haven't you passed it on to them?"

It's been two laps, and there was a happy event of redemption.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhou Ying looked at Miss Chunlan's face drooling, "I still have to wait three rounds for the wine, let alone Hua'er.

Wu Ying took a sip of tea: "I really want to see his unlucky appearance soon!"

Today, there are so many people, and the elegant manner of playing, reminded him of what happened in Yayuan and the tea house. It was because of that useless person that he was so embarrassed.

As the third drumbeat began, the flowers continued to pass down, and when it ended, the flowers stopped at the end of the third floor, which was the third floor again.

This time it was a young man who came out. He was wearing a single gauze jacket with a dark purple tiger pattern silver belt tied around his waist. His long flowing hair was tied into a ponytail and hung behind him with a jade buckle. hair roots.

It seems that the coronation ceremony has not been held yet, and there is no word yet. The expression on his face is not a smile, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his attitude is a bit frivolous, but his body is strong and powerful. He is really a romantic and handsome boy.

It's just that this kind of attire and this kind of physique is impossible for ordinary people. They can only be the children of nobles, and they are also children of Wu Xun. Wen Jie can't raise such a heroic child.

"What question do you want to ask?" As soon as this person opened his mouth, everyone knew that this was the real thing.

"It turned out to be the little marquis, what a disrespect." Fang's mother knew everyone and dared to call out, this little marquis who looked like a hereditary marquis: "Then invite our Miss Xia He to come up with a question.

As soon as she gave way, Miss Xia He moved lightly with her lotus steps, and was supported by two maidservants to come out.

This Xiahe girl has a small rosy almond face, wearing a velvet yellow bottom trimming lotus pattern floral plain satin brocade skirt with a straight collar and side skirt, a silk lotus leaf scattered flower skirt that drags the floor, and a gold twine. Tulle brocade with lotus pattern in vase.The long black hair is tied into a chic high bun, with golden lotus flowers hanging from the temples, and a lotus seed bracelet on her creamy skin. The brocade sachet with a butterfly and standing lotus is worn on the feet with embroidered lotus shoes. Because it is a small foot, the embroidered shoes are exposed a little, which is more attractive.The whole person looks light, elegant and refreshing.

The whole body is dressed in accordance with her name, and the most important thing is that the lotus patch on the forehead is light golden gold leaf.

It seems that the temperament of the whole person is different.

Wu Youwei frowned, it was the first time he had contact with a woman who was not in his family, and when he saw noble ladies walking with the help of maids, he still thought they were particular.

For example, he has met Zhang Sheng's wife and the wives of his two teachers, but he has never seen their feet.

In ancient times, the female family members of decent and wealthy families paid attention to "smiling without showing their teeth and walking without showing their feet".

He really hadn't seen...a woman's little feet.

But in the original world, he saw Du Niang, the pictures on the website, that kind of ugly, distorted aesthetics, Wu Youwei thought that he would marry such a woman as his wife...let alone be in harmony with his wife , just lie on a bed and go to sleep

He would be worse off than dead!

Even under one roof, there can be a sense of dread.

Now, he already had goose bumps all over his body, and when Xia He stretched out his embroidered shoes and walked down, his face turned green.

The local aborigines were different. Cheng Pengyun and Yang Yiqing, cousins, were lying on the railing together, watching Miss Xia He drooling.

"As expected of an oiran." This figure, this temperament, this appearance.

"Yeah!" Another madman nodded.

In fact, everyone else is similar, only Wu Youwei's reaction is a posture of "avoiding it and fearing it will not be missed".

The sharp-eyed Yang Yiqing saw it: "Brother Youwei, what expression do you have?"

"No... nothing..." Wu Youwei took a sip of tea with a guilty conscience: "I found out that the oiran is just like this."

Not to mention disappointment, with this level of appearance, Wu Youwei felt that it was only the standard of a second- and third-tier starlet, and it was not as good-looking as a thousand households.

To be honest, Wantong's handsomeness is that kind of pure masculine masculine handsomeness, especially the eyes, which are as bright as cold stars...

For some reason, Wantong suddenly came to mind.

And after Miss Xia He showed her face, she also blessed her body in all directions, and then rubbed her voice: "Then ask the young master to do a set of boxing techniques to open my eyes.

The young master laughed loudly when he heard the words: "Yes!"

He really punched a set of Taizu's long fist on the stage, and his vigorous posture was very beautiful.

Wu Youwei looked like he was watching a juggling show, and the other two were speechless when they saw him like that.

However, there were quite a few people who liked to watch it, and even bought flowers for the little duke and sprinkled them around. There was a lot of laughter, and the atmosphere became better and better.

When the drums were played again, everyone looked forward to it even more. Now that the text started and Wu warmed up, there was a little song interspersed in between. Wu Youwei felt that the rhythm was really well grasped. It is worthy of opening an entertainment venue, but this should be an unhealthy entertainment venue.

But when the mood of watching the excitement was getting higher and higher, the song ended, and the fucking flowers stopped at their door!

The three of them glanced at each other. Cheng Pengyun didn't expect the flower to stop at the door, let alone this event. He is an outsider!

And Yang Yiqing frowned, did he finally make a move?

Wu Youwei also looked at the big red flower: "This is, is it us?"

Cui Gu came in with a smile: "Congratulations to the three honored guests.

At the same time, Cuigu put the red flower on the railing of the box they were in, proving that they won the lottery here.

Let's take a look at the second floor, well, the first floor is usually wealthy businessmen, the second floor is related to honorable and high-ranking officials, and the third floor is a mysterious place.

No matter which family it is, the relatives in the family must have good status and financial resources, otherwise they would not enter the second courtyard of Qunfang Pavilion.

Then, Miss Qiuju appeared.

Wearing a beige vase dress with floral gauze, a chrysanthemum-yellow threaded skirt, and an apricot-yellow tulle brocade with golden marigold patterns. .

The smooth black silk is tied into a ponytail, and the golden chrysanthemum is inserted into the lightly gathered temples. On the weak and boneless wrists is a pair of red gold silk-wrapped chrysanthemum bracelets, and the waist is tied with ice blue yellow flower patterns. Embroidered gold satin silk sash, with a purple and silver thread embroidered chrysanthemum purse hanging on it, and soft satin embroidered shoes with pink and white bottoms on the feet, the whole person is just like the name, with an elegant and noble temperament.

"I invite you to write a palindrome poem." She was blunt and asked directly: "The title, Chungui, is not Chungui's resentment.

Wu Youwei stood up: "I'll go.

"Okay!" Cheng Pengyun and Yang Yiqing knew that Wu Youwei was actually looking for this matter.

Wu Youwei didn't need to go downstairs, but he stood at the railing and looked around. There was a light veil on the railing all around. At first glance, it was foggy and misty, so you couldn't see the people inside clearly, but when you stood up, I can see you now.

On the other side, Wu Ying saw Wu Youwei standing up, and immediately pointed at him and said, "That's it! That's it!"

Seeing Wu Ying's excitement, Zhou Ying also poked his head out to take a look, and found that it was a very ordinary Juren, so he didn't pay much attention: "Okay, it's enough to know that it's him, from now on, just watch the show."

Pulling the excited Wu Ying down: "Sit down and drink tea."

Over there, Wu Youwei has already recited a palindrome poem in a "standard posture" while shaking his head.

Generally, palindrome poetry is not something that can be solved with wit, but quick wit and literary skills.

But who made Wu Youwei a cheater!

"Spring Girl" poem:

When the curtain hangs down, who is thinking and thinking?

The shadow makes the flower branches and the flowers make the shadow, and the silk willow willow will pull the silk.

His face was full of tears, and his brows were thick and sad.

The cold night is always cold and the night is always cold, and the dream returns to the dream.

This is one of the works of Qing Dynasty poet Li Yang, who was good at writing palindromic poems.

It is because in the Qing Dynasty, many poems have been written and there is nothing to write. Only the most difficult one is challenged. Not everyone has the talent of Nalan Rongruo, so this great poet Li is good at palindromic poems.

How did Wu Youwei know?

That's because he was forced by the students!

As a universal teacher, especially in a private school where I work, there are too few students with no problems, and most of them are problem students.

It is a tradition to embarrass the teacher. They like to read Nalan Rongruo's poems and argue with the teacher, so Wu Youwei was forced to familiarize himself with and memorize the works of almost all famous poets and poets in the Qing Dynasty.

This little problem can't help him.

He wasn't bothered by anyone. The four people sitting on the first floor glanced at each other. It seemed that this kid had some tricks.

Especially that Juren.

He was a middle-aged man who passed the Juren examination. I don't know how many times he has passed the examination. His family has already exhausted his wealth. If he hadn't passed the Juren examination, he would probably be a scholar in his life.

Therefore, he hates this kind of young talent the most.

"Good poem! Good poem!" Some people clapped their hands, others applauded, Wu Youwei politely retired and returned to their private room.

Miss Qiu Ju also sat on the stage on the second floor.

The drumming continues.

This time I stopped on the first floor, where there were four people. It is said that it was a gathering of old friends, three scholars, and one Juren.

This time, Mother Fang invited out the last of the four oirans, Miss Dongmei.

She has a small rosy almond face, wearing an emerald-colored embroidered butterflies and dark pattern jacquard round-neck jacket with full sleeves, a smoky white satin skirt with dark flower crane patterns that drags the floor, and a colorful halo brocade with dark pattern carved silk plum patterns.

Three thousand blue silks are like waterfalls, twisted into a chic snake bun, and only plum blossom hairpins made of braided silk are inserted obliquely on the head, with five beads hanging down.Ruyi is as soft as jade, wearing a red gold ring beaded plum blossom bracelet, five-petal plum blossom four-in-one ruyi palace sash on the waist, and a purse hanging on it. On the feet are colored milk smoked satin and beaded embroidered shoes. The eyes are moving, and the expression is indifferent. , elegant temperament.Sure enough, just like a flower name, a touch of coldness.

The two little maids who helped her walk were also the same, with stern faces and a touch of aloofness.

"Please draw a picture, the title is your own choice." That's all, and then she stopped talking.

Wu Youwei thinks that this woman may prefer simplicity, of course, there is another word called "pretentious...

But other people are different, especially Yang Yiqing, who actually looked at her girl and said, "Sure enough, she is more beautiful than Huajiao."

"Is it because people are colder than flowers?" Wu Youwei almost spit on the side: "Maybe she just doesn't like to talk." Or she might be pretending...

He thought about the last sentence silently in his heart, but didn't say it.

The person below had already recited a poem, Cheng Pengyun couldn't tell if it was good or bad, but Wu Youwei and Yang Yiqing didn't think it was any good, they could only say it was ordinary and mediocre.

Miss Dongmei just nodded her head, as if she had passed the test, and then she also sat on that table.

The four oirans, Chunlan and Qiuju, Xiahe and Dongmei, really have their own characteristics and merits, sitting together is even more picturesque.

"Drumming and passing flowers, the four oirans have already appeared, and this time drumming and passing flowers is over." Fang's mother said with a smile: "Next, it's up to everyone, whether you want to spend a lot of money or impress beauties with poems and songs depends on your opinion." capable.

It turns out that the "passing flowers by beating drums" is passed on to the "Oiran"!

Some people know, some don't, so the atmosphere reached a climax again. Who wouldn't be excited to see beauties and even get close to them?

At this moment, the male hormones are soaring.

Whoever does it well will be able to be alone with the oiran, of course, not for one night, but for an hour.

Oh, it's free!

In the past, you couldn't stand in the queue even if you paid money, but now it's free. Some people have already started to calculate. These people may not care about money, but what they care about is face and reputation.