In Luoyang City, in the Xunfang Pavilion. The battle of the Oiran has already kicked off, the Xunfang Pavilion is full of onlookers, and now it is still the time when the Oiran from all over the country who participate in the Oiran dispute is building momentum for themselves, they will come out to perform every night, and the following is naturally the world of men, but whoever has a few spare money in their hands has come to watch, that is, the copper money in the pocket can not be called a few girls, and they dare not dare to be delusional to get involved with those Oiran, maybe drink a glass of wine, and see the Oiran performance in various places above, which is also a good thing to pleasing to the eye. Counting the later generations, this is the first time Xia Hongsheng has entered the Qinglou, which is not the same as he expected, and it is not the same as what he watched on TV. There are no women with heavy makeup waving handkerchiefs at the door, and there are no prostitutes who hug each other in twos and threes, and their hands are talking crazy in their mouths. It's not that there are no women on his side, but he is also kneeling on the side of the desk, lightly adding wine to the wine bottle, serving with vegetables and peeling fruits, and talking softly with the guests, that appearance makes Xia Hongsheng suspect that this is not a brothel at all.

Xu Qixian They seem to be habitual guests here, at this time, there are women serving on their sides, adding wine to the wine bottle, and then picking up a chopstick dish, dragging it with his left hand below, the red lips are slightly blown and sent to their mouths, with a smile on their faces, but there is no flattery and flattery, the movements are elegant and gentle, like a sister next door, full of tolerance, Xia Hongsheng was amazed. Gentle Township is a hero's mound, such a brothel, no wonder the literati and writers in ancient times liked to drill here, which man doesn't want to have a woman who can tolerate himself in all directions, gentle as water?

At the beginning, Xia Hongsheng was amazed, those who participated in the battle of the Oiran were all the faces of the closed moon and the appearance of the sinking fish and geese, where did Xia Hongsheng see so many living beauties, one by one than the goddesses who watched from the Internet in later generations are several times better, and then gradually calmed down, how to say it, I saw a lot, and I got used to it. It's no wonder that yesterday Senior Brother Wan said that in the battle of the Oiran, it was already difficult to distinguish the winner by virtue of his appearance. Sure enough, it's hard to tell the winner, all of them are first-class beauties, and they really can't tell the difference based on their looks alone. They are all vigorously cultivated, and all of them are talented, and it seems that they can't be distinguished from each other. In this case, it is really necessary to put more effort into the selection of content, otherwise the gap will not be opened up by virtue of appearance and talent.

However, no matter how bright and beautiful the oirans on the stage were, there was always a face lingering in Xia Hongsheng's mind. There is no heavy makeup, no forced laughter, only a touch of tranquility and tranquility, like a breeze in the wilderness, slightly cool and refreshing.

When I thought of that clear and light moon-like face, the surrounding Qiqi seemed to be suddenly alienated, as if there was nothing in the world. Xia Hongsheng clearly knew what kind of feeling and mood this was, so he couldn't help but sigh, which verified a sentence in later generations: the so-called love at first sight is actually to look at the face.

But it's really pretty...... Xia Hongsheng thought about the face under the veil, he didn't feel stupid, he couldn't hear the sound of the guqin silk and bamboo, and he couldn't see the delicate and gorgeous Oiran from all over the place, and he was suddenly startled, but a little girl's face suddenly flashed in front of him, and he suddenly woke up.

Touch! Xia Hongsheng smashed his head on the case, I'm not Lolita!

Whew, Xia Hongsheng stood up, isn't it just a few poems, since he was a child, he was forced to memorize ancient poems by his mother who was a language teacher, and later he also learned Chinese in college, and he didn't know how much he memorized, and he didn't believe that he couldn't get a few good poems and good words!

The singing on the stage gradually disappeared, and the Oiran performing above retreated, and then two people came up, one holding a pipa and the other holding a long flute. Sure enough, then a woman appeared, plain clothes stepped forward, her face covered with veils, and everyone below looked at her curiously, this Oiran on the stage, covering her face, this is the first one. Only Xia Hongsheng is the only one under the veil, with a white shirt and green silk dyeing.

The woman didn't speak, but sat down on her knees and stroked the strings, but it was a song of mountains and rivers.

"Hehe, this woman is quite thoughtful." A scribe on the side shook the folding fan lightly and smiled.

Xia Hongsheng also felt that this woman's mind was exquisite, and the other Oiran performances were beautiful, but in the end of the Qinglou, she suddenly changed her mood, and a song of mountains and rivers looked for a soulmate, as if she would immediately wash away the lead and fade away from impetuousness.

However, just as everyone was admiring the delicate sound of the piano, a voice suddenly came out of place: "Wu Na Niang, since she is a prostitute, she laughs in the green building, but why does she cover her face with a veil?" Hurry up and take off the veil and let my son see it! ”

As soon as these words came out, the people around suddenly frowned and looked over, but saw a boy standing there, pointing at the stage with a folding fan in his hand and shouting.

There really is such an uneducated guy! Xia Hongsheng also frowned and leaned over, the boy and brother were dressed in a brocade robe, but his face was pale, and his feet were floating, at first glance, he was the master who had been hollowed out by the wine early, but the entourage followed behind was big-shouldered and round-waisted, very strong, and seemed to be guards.

"The sisters in front are extremely beautiful, but the posture of the slave family is difficult to enter the son's vision, so don't take this veil." The moon fairy on the stage stopped the guqin, bowed forward and bowed to the boy, and said lightly.

There was a burst of mocking laughter around him, and the boy jumped like thunder, pointing at the moon fairy above and shouting, "Hey, you little lady!" If my son wants to see it, you just let my son see it, where did so much nonsense come from! If you don't understand the following color, you will blame this son for revealing it in person! If you quarrel with each other, you will be put in prison if you quarrel again! ”

The moon fairy on the stage didn't pay attention to him, just got up and bowed to Ying Ying below, turned around and retreated, the boy was still shouting there, but a guard behind him stepped forward and whispered a few words, and finally quieted down again.

The next Oiran soon appeared on the stage again, but everyone was still discussing the song of the mountain and the flowing water. Xia Hongsheng understood the mood of these scribes and visitors, just like eating big fat and meat all day long, and accidentally ate a plate of vegetarian mussels, and it was immediately delicious. This is the same reason, I am used to seeing the fragrance and brightness of the Qinglou woman, and when I suddenly see a cold and indifferent person, I feel fresh and tight.

It was getting late, Xu Qixian and the others were ready to stay here, Xia Hongsheng despised them and prepared to go back to the inn, fortunately, it was not too far, and if the pace was faster, they could go back before the curfew.

Then again, this curfew is not good, it is very bad! The curfew will have to start on the second watch, that is, the time of the future, that is, around twenty-one, except for the Wuhou and the yacha who patrol the night, and the watchman, there can be no one else on the street, otherwise, they will be arrested and interrogated. Although the Qinglou is a night business, it has to be closed when it comes to curfew, and guests can continue inside, but there is still no one on the street outside.

Xia Hongsheng sneered while walking out of Xunfang Pavilion, and just a few steps out of the door, he heard someone behind him calling him: "Young Master Xia...... Xia Gongzi! ”

Xia Hongsheng looked back, but saw that it was one of the maids beside Yuexian, the one who was in Yixiangju Fuqin that day, it seemed to be Pan'er. So he turned around and asked, "Miss Pan'er, what's the matter?" ”

"The slave has seen Xia Gongzi!" Pan'er bowed to Xia Hongsheng, and then said, "We just saw Xia Gongzi on stage!" My young lady has a letter, ordering me to catch up with Xia Gongzi and hand it over to you! ”

As she spoke, Pan'er took out a piece of letterhead and handed it to Xia Hongsheng with both hands.

Xia Hongsheng took the letterhead and looked at it by the light of Xunfang Pavilion, but saw that the handwriting on it was beautiful, much better than the brush words that he had practiced and practiced, but it was Yuexian who invited him to reunite with Yixiangju. Thinking about it, it is estimated that Yuexian was afraid that it would be abrupt and disrespectful to let Pan'er talk over, so he sent it by letter.

"I know about it, and I ask Miss Lao Pan'er to go back and tell Miss Yuexian that she will go to the appointment on time tomorrow." Xia Hongsheng put away the piece of paper and said to Pan'er.

"Great!" Pan'er clapped her hands happily, and when she saw Xia Hongsheng looking at her with a smile, her face turned red, and she bowed her head and said shyly: "The slave and maid haven't thanked Xia Gongzi in person for repelling the Turks and saving our sisters that day......"

"Miss Pan'er is polite." Xia Hongsheng smiled and shook his head: "The time for curfew is almost coming, and I need to rush back to the inn in the next place, so I will leave here." ”

"Xia Gongzi go slowly!" Pan'er also returned the salute to Xia Hongsheng.

But it was said that Xia Hongsheng left Xunfang Pavilion and walked all the way to the inn in a hurry, there were almost no pedestrians on the road, and if the black hole was not lit by moonlight, even the road would not be clear.

Since coming to Luoyang, Yan Shi and Xu Yan have never been seen again, and now I am afraid that the two are already on the way to Chang'an. The method of making salt that he handed over has not been responded to so far, and there is no follow-up to the matter of nailing the horseshoe a few days ago. Will it give a reward, after all, there is no patent in ancient times, the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, and the court is expropriated, and it will not even be said in advance.

Kindness? Xia Hongsheng, who was walking while thinking, suddenly felt a sudden palpitation behind him, and looked back suddenly. Behind him was a dark street, and there was not a single figure.

How do you feel as if someone was staring at you just now?

Thinking of the horror movies he watched in the later life, and looking at the streets with black lights, Xia Hongsheng sighed, let's go quickly!