MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 92 Picked up in the mirror in the pavilion, a strange peony

   Chapter 92 Picked up in the mirror in the pavilion, a strange peony

   Apart from the gorgeous and dazzling lanterns, looking at Dihua Pavilion from Liuhua Street, this place of smoke and willows is not so gaudy.

   Looking carefully, the building in front of you is very delicate and elegant.

   There are willows planted in front of the main entrance of the pavilion, and there is a branch of the Zhutai River outside the other window.

  When the autumn fog is hazy, with the flickering lights, this building appears dusty.

  Chen Xuanwu also successfully rendezvoused with Lu Jing, followed behind Lu Jing, and stepped into this luxurious place.

  As soon as you enter the door, you will see many houses, carved eaves reflecting the sun, and painted buildings flying clouds.

  The architectural scene in the Flower Pavilion also has many prosperity.

   pavilions, pond pavilions, water pavilions, green pines and cypresses, rockeries and rocks, vines and green bamboos are all there.

   There are many guests coming and going, and there are gorgeous women. The music of the piano and the dance is very wonderful, attracting many people to appreciate it.

   As soon as Chen Xuanwu entered the door, he was frightened by such a scene.

   He followed behind Lu Jing, opened his mouth slightly, looked around, and there was still a lot of amazement in his eyes.

   It turns out that the prosperity of this Taixuan Beijing has come to an end!

   And the women who shuttled in the hall of Dihua Pavilion, Yingying Yanyan, were different.

  They are often dressed in gorgeous clothes, their smiles are more beautiful than flowers, and they have long black hair, which is piled up in a bun.

   The woman in the flower pavilion is comparable to an ordinary daughter's house in an ordinary street?

   Chen Xuanwu was dazzled for a while, but he still remembered to follow behind Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing was actually amazed by the prosperity of this flower pavilion.

  But after all, he has many memories of his past life and has seen the world before, so he calmed down and walked into the hall.

  Lu Jing just entered the door.

  A fish male in a gray coat and a high hat stepped forward to salute and led them four or five steps.

   In the distance, a woman wearing a green grass pleated dress and a green hookah gauze greeted her.

   With a smile on her face, she greeted Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu.

   Chen Xuanwu is still cramped.

  Lu Jing didn't change his face, and said casually, "Ma'am, the two of us are here to drink tea and listen to music. You can arrange for us to have two of the best flowers in the book, and the girl in the book can also be."

   The woman nodded immediately, led Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu to the second floor, and entered a private room covered by a light tulle tent.

The elegant room is very spacious, and its decorations are also antique. The sandalwood incense is full of cigarettes, tea and wine cups have already been placed on the table, and there are many silver lamps, lit by thick candles. The house is brightly lit.

  Chen Xuanwu saw the decorations in this room, and only thought that this Dihua Pavilion was more delicate than the eastern rooms of many wealthy mansions.

  The woman asked Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu to sit down, brushed their faces with a handkerchief, and said with a smile, "I wonder if the two of you are familiar with each other in the Shihua Pavilion?"

  Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu both shook their heads.

The young mammy said again: "Today there are a lot of customers, and the few bookstore flower tokens in the building have no time to spare. If the two young masters just want to drink tea and listen to music, I can arrange two bookstore flower girls for the two of you. I don't know if it is possible?"

  Lu Jing didn't say much, just nodded lightly.

  The woman then left.

  Chen Xuanwu was a little curious and asked Lu Jing: "Brother Jing...what is a flower face, a flower girl, and what is a bookstore?"

  Lu Jing thought for a while, thinking about the scenery and features he deliberately checked from the self-cultivation tower for today's plan, and then replied: "This brothel is also divided into three, six, nine, and so on.

  The most inferior ones are often called classes and shops, and the superior ones are the buildings and gardens, while the Shihua Pavilion is a first-class Fengyuechang in this Taixuan Jing. "

   "Not only are there 369 grades in this Fengyue Field, but there are also 369 grades of women in the Fengyue Field.

   For example, the girl in the flower pavilion, the highest status is naturally the oiran on Liuhua Street.

   Under the Oiran, there are Hua Yin, Hua Fu, Hua Yan, and Hua Nu.

  Excluding the first four, the flower girl is the most well-known Fengyue girl. "

  Lu Jing explained to Chen Xuanwu.

  Chen Xuanwu also nodded and said: "I have seen these words in many small notes, but I didn't expect that there is such a grade in this flower pavilion."

   "As for the bookstore...in fact, it is a girl with a clean body among the women of Fengyue, who often accompany the guests to recite poems, play the piano and drink tea, and do not do other trivial matters."

  Lu Jing said this, shook his head and said, "In a top Fengyue field like Shihua Pavilion, the number of Shuyu girls is far more than the real Fengyue girls."

   The two were still talking. Outside the curtain, the young mama came with the other two women and greeted Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu.

   She whispered a few more words before leaving.

   And the two women took their seats and made tea for Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu.

   Chen Xuanwu's cheeks were dyed red.

   Sitting beside him was a graceful woman wearing a silver-yellow Luo skirt.

   This woman is about twenty-two or three years old, but her brows are born with a lot of amorous feelings, her eyes are like water, and she is very gentle at first glance.

   "Young master can call me Yanrou." When the woman poured tea for Chen Xuanwu, she spoke softly, her voice soft and charming.

  Chen Xuanwu looked cramped, just nodded, and did not dare to look at this woman named Yanrou again.

  Beside Lu Jing, there was a young girl.

  The girl looked thin, but her figure was not bad. She had long hair in a shawl, her lips were pursed, and she was as sweet as a dango. She was dressed in white, with some lotus flowers embroidered on the wide hem.

   She whispered and talked to Lu Jing, her eyes were even a little cramped like Chen Xuanwu: "Master, my name is Jing Shi. If the young master thinks the name is awkward, you can also call me Jing'er."

  Lu Jing was much more comfortable than Chen Xuanwu, but he nodded slightly towards the mirror beside him.

After   , there was silence in this private room.

  Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu didn't know what to say.

   After three or five breaths, Yan Rou, who was beside Chen Xuanwu, suddenly pursed her lips and smiled.

She must have seen that Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu came to Shihua Pavilion for the first time, but she didn't point it out, she just smiled softly and said to Jing Shi next to Lu Jing: "Jing Shi, mama told me that the two sons are Come to drink tea and listen to music, why don't you quickly ask the son next to you, what music does he want to listen to?"

  Jiangshi got up quickly, and while his slender figure moved slightly, he was already sitting in front of the lyre.

   asked Lu Jing softly again.

  Lu Jing said casually, "What's your best shot?"

   Jingshi lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head to speak, but suddenly hesitated.

  Lu Jing's expression was calm, and he said, "What worries does Miss Jingshi have?"

  Najingshi heard Lu Jing's question, and quickly replied: "Have you ever heard of the life and death of Naque, who has been spreading all over Taixuanjing in the past few days?"

  Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Na Jingshi hesitated and said, "This Que Ci has been composed by the oiran in the Shihua Pavilion, and the song composed by the oiran is very good. This verse is also unique, there are fairy verses in the sky, but the words are too sad. , I don't know your son..."

  Lu Jing glanced at Chen Xuanwu, but Chen Xuanwu was lowering his head at this moment, talking to that Yanrou softly, as if he didn't care what song he sang.

   So Lu Jing nodded towards the mirror: "It's okay."

   Yuqin sounded.

  Mirror played and sang, and the sadness and sadness were also revealed from the words.

   "Ten years of life and death are boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, and there is nowhere to say in a lonely grave..."

The phrase    is really sad, and the girl named Jing Shi in front of her sang very well, which is very tactful and sad.

   Until then, Chen Xuanwu and Yan Rou also stopped talking, and listened carefully to Jing Shi Tan's lyrics.

   A song of words.

   Jing Shi and Yan Rou looked lonely.

   Even Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu could not help but be affected by their singing.

   "That's a really sad word."

   After a long time, Chen Xuanwu shook his head.

   Yan Rou cheered up, forced a smile and said, "Actually, you shouldn't listen to this song too much, otherwise, the sadness will come from it, and you will be depressed all day long."

When she said this, she seemed unwilling to be cold, so she continued: "I heard many girls say that this Que Ci is indeed a word in the sky, and the person who wrote this Que Ci is also a fairy in the sky, even excerpting it. Que words, it should be that the mortal gods went to the fairyland to get such words.

   I just don’t know if these rumors are true or not. "

  Chen Xuanwu doesn't seem to be interested in poetry.

   But he had also heard other people mention this Que poem when he was building the tower.

   Hearing such rumors today, and thinking of the things that the two elders often told him about heaven and man, he couldn't help but become curious.

   He asked in confusion: "The person who extracted this Que is really a mortal being?"

Yan Rou next to him was peeling oranges for Chen Xuanwu, when he heard Chen Xuanwu's question, he only said: "It's just rumors, we don't know if we are careful, but the person who excerpted the words was named Lu Jing, and I didn't hear it on weekdays. After his name, he is not a famous scholar."

  Chen Xuanwu fell silent, he thought about it carefully, and then looked at Lu Jing beside him.

   At this time, Lu Jing didn't seem to hear these words.

After    Jingshi played a piece of music, he had already returned to Lu Jing's side. Lu Jing and Jingshi said a few words, then raised their heads and asked, "Brother Xuanwu, do you want to drink?"

   Chen Xuanwu looked at the wine cup on the table, licked his lips, and nodded again.

   "I'm leaving Taixuanjing tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so why not drink a few glasses?"

  Chen Xuanwu thought to himself: "Also, Master always hides behind the statue of Daxingjun and secretly drinks alcohol. I discovered it a long time ago. If the second master asks, I will say that Master taught me."

  Mirror pick up, Yanrou pours wine.

  Lu Jing didn't speak much, and often only answered when Jingshi opened his mouth to bring up some topics.

   His eyes were always calm and his face was calm.

   Instead, it was Chen Xuanwu, with three or five glasses of wine in his stomach, his cheeks redder, his eyes blurred, but he was not as restrained as before.

   When he talked to Yanrou, he was also much more fluent, and he shared many childhood experiences.

  Yanrou looked at him with a smile. When she needed a response, she nodded slowly, her eyes were serious and focused, as if she was very interested in the boring trivial things that Chen Xuanwu said.

   Time passed slowly.

   More than an hour passed in a hurry.

  Chen Xuanwu drank and swayed.

   Even Lu Jing's eyes were blurred, his face flushed red, and he was lying in the mirror's arms.

Jing Shi looked down at the young man in his arms, only to feel that the young man in front of him was not very old, but he was extremely handsome, and when he spoke, there was a mature charm in his eyes. Want to take a little bit of money.

   Because of this, when Lu Jing was drunk and fell into Jing Shi's arms, Jing Shi did not remove Lu Jing's head.

   At this time, Lu Jing was not asleep either, his eyes moved slightly, he turned his head and looked at the lobby of the Dihua Pavilion under the guardrail.

   In the hall of the Flower Pavilion, there was a lot of noise, and many people gathered on a high platform.

   Around the high platform, there are many smoke and fountains scattered, plus many exotic flowers and plants, it looks extremely dusty.

   It's just that it's a bit noisy on the high platform.

   A huge table from south to north stands horizontally on a high platform.

  The stone case is elegantly carved and looks very precious. There are many scholars, literati, and powerful young masters standing on both sides, holding pens in their hands and writing carefully.

   At the front of the high platform, there was a woman with a veil on her face and a luxuriously dressed woman who took a piece of rice paper and handed it to the servant behind her.

   After a while, the servant replied and said loudly: "The Prince of Mingluo Street wrote a new word, and I will allow you to appreciate it."

  The rice paper stood up, and many people gathered, excerpted in amazement.

   "This poem deserves a strange peony. The prince wants to bring this strange peony back, or should he give this strange peony to which girl in the building?" The light-veiled woman spoke again.

Below, a young man dressed in luxurious clothes and holding a folding fan stood up and smiled at everyone: "This peony has a miraculous effect, it can nourish the face, and even many Primordial Spirit cultivators want to get one, so naturally they have to give it to Hua Fu. Miss Xueyu."

   On the second-floor attic, the veil was lifted, and a woman pursed her red lips and saluted the prince with tears in her eyes.

   Everyone on the high platform was envious and congratulated Wang Gongzi and Miss Xueyu.

   congratulations to Miss Xueyu, naturally because of that very expensive peony.

  Congratulations to the prince, because seeing the tears in Hua Fu's eyes, he must have already thought about the prince.

This is the case with the girls in the Dihua Pavilion. They are used to seeing many distinguished nobles, and they have raised some noble people. In addition, the people who come to the Dihua Pavilion are not rural villagers, but young masters who understand etiquette. Occasionally anxious teenagers, most of them are respectful to the bookstores.

   They want skin-to-skin, and they won't find books to accompany them.

   But if you can win the heart of the Qing girl in the flower pavilion, it will naturally be a good talk, and it will also be more famous among colleagues and classmates.

   So, beside the jade table, there are more people writing words, playing the piano, and painting.

  Lu Jing looked at the high platform below.

The same goes for    mirror pickups.

   When she saw that the prince picked a strange peony and gave it to the flower, her eyes also showed envy.

  Scholars want to make a name for themselves, and so do the ladies in the House of Flowers.

   That Huafu got a strange peony, and after that, he gained more fame in the building, his reputation increased, and some people came here because of his fame. Naturally, his worth also increased, so he didn't have to suffer a lot of salty anger.

  However, how easy is it to get a strange peony of an oiran?

Often no guests can get one for many days, and some people get it and take it home, because this strange peony is indeed a kind of treasure flower. Except for the flower gardener who is well versed in the art of planting flowers, there are few people. can be planted.

   "And... I'm new to Dihua Pavilion, but I'm just a flower girl. Compared with many flowers, flowers, and even flowers, I don't have half the reputation. How can anyone give me a strange peony?"

  King Shi thought of this, and felt that he was too greedy, and was about to shake his head to dispel the greed in his mind.

   But at this moment, a soft voice came from her ear.

   "That peony...is it good?"

   Miss Jingshi smiled and lowered her head.

   However, he saw that the eyes of the young man in his arms were still hazy, but his face was calm.

   For a moment, Miss Jingshi didn't know how to answer.

  The boy repeated: "Miss Jingshi, which peony do you want?"

   (end of this chapter)