86. Nanfeng Pavilion

If you want to know the end, you have to go to the South Wind Pavilion. When the sun set, Xiyou took Hagangmu back to the Nanfeng Pavilion, the red light was hung early, the main gate was wide open, and people went in with a fascination look, but no one came out.

Xiyou walked into the front hall, only to see the bright lights glowing, as bright as the August galaxy, the roof of the high arch, as wide as the nine-day dome; The carved gallery follows the wall, extending in all directions, and the embroidered curtain hangs down according to the window, falling and shining; The painting pillar soars to the sky, the bead curtain hits the ground, the good wood is the beam, and the fragrance is dark.

Ha Gang turned around, secretly praised, and stared at the few boys who were playing in the ensemble on the high platform in a daze, the one headed was particularly outstanding, his eyebrows were gentle, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, he laughed strangely: How can Tianye men chirp. Turning his head to look at Siyudumin, he saw him standing in front of a row of men in different postures on the east side, and he was looking at God, but those people ignored him.

General, what is this doing! Ha Gangmu was so angry that he rushed up and pulled a handful of Xiyu Dumin, "General! "I squinted my eyes, but I saw that the row of men was flat.

Eh - it turned out to be a row of connected sandalwood embroidery screens, each one is two or three feet higher than a person, and there are embroidery inside, twisting and turning, like the appearance of a folding screen, and the foot cushion is Sumeru, which is very stable. A slip of the past, there are always one or twenty, the screen body is engraved with a pattern, or flowers, or wood and stone, the "man" in the white silk screen core is embroidered by the embroiderer's skillful hand.

These embroidery like life-size, realistic texture, delicate and flat, light and elegant color, should be the embroidery school in the south embroidery undoubtedly, ingenious workmanship, breathtaking, no wonder the north of the Ha Gangmu to admit the fork.

Ha Gang and Xiyou looked all the way and found that each embroidered statue was embedded with small poems, which were embroidered with black silk threads, thick and dry, and full of calligraphy.

"The beauty waved her sleeves and wore a plain waist. In today's drawing, the fairy wind is still fragrant. The wind is noisy. Ha Gangmu picked out a random poem to read, and muttered to himself after reading it: "Is it a praise that people are very good at dancing?" It's just that 'Feng Pei Lang Hustle' is something, and it doesn't make sense. ”

Because his official speech is still very lame, everyone knows that he is from a foreign race, and when the enthusiastic little man who passed by heard it, he did not think it was offended, but stopped and explained: "Is it the first time that the prime minister has come?" No wonder, bullshit doesn't understand this, it says the late Ming Lang Gongzi, isn't 'Feng Pei Lang noisy' the scene when the wind blows through the jade beads? And in the poem, 'Pei Linlang' should also be Minglang, which is much more interesting and elegant than just embroidering a name, don't you say? ”

Ha Gangmu grinned, "What a word-bose!" And, what about people? How is there only a half-blooming and half-falling flower? ”

The little guy smiled patiently and said: "This is a peony flower, it is said that the son of Ming Lang is beautiful but strange by nature, and even the painter can't copy his charm when he is alive, let alone embroidered after death." Therefore, I can only use a half-open and half-fallen peony to describe its national color and fragrance, as well as the same peony flowers that bloom and fall freely, come and go freely, and a short life that blooms willfully and dies vigorously. ”

Ha Gang's face was full of impatience, and a sneer interrupted him: "It's just you who are playing tricks." The little guy held back his anger and thought: It's really boring to meet a rough person with a ramming heart. Just as he was about to leave, Xiyu kept him with interest and asked, "All the dead teenagers will appear on the screen?" The way you mourn in your cabinet is quite special. ”

This attitude is okay, the little guy thought, and said to Xiyou: "Xianggong misunderstood, don't look at this is just a screen, but it is finely made, and the price is expensive, how can you build one if you die?" It also stands in the main hall in a grand manner. The rules in our cabinet are that everything is closed when people die, and they are removed from the roster, and there should never be such a person from top to bottom. Only the 'young master' and the really good 'son' can be made and preserved and remembered. His eyes quickly slipped over Xiyou's whole body, and he felt that this guest had the potential to become a guest, so he took the initiative to point to a fan on the right and introduced: "The cool breeze adds to the tea, and the dew bakes the heart." Dripping Frost Flower - This is our current home, Young Master Luluo, what is the only reason to find him. ”

"People are handsome and cold, and the attached poems are also handsome and cold."

"He has always been like this, without a smile, and only when he is making tea and tasting tea, he can be closer."

Xiyou looked closely, and sure enough, there was a faint light smoke on the embroidered surface, like a scene of hanging samovar.

All the way around, the men on it look gorgeous or plain, beautiful or handsome, there are flutes, readers, swords...... The small poems next to them can always write the characteristics of each person, and the names of the people on the screen are embedded in the poems. "Clear water with stones", "happy spring", "splendid thousands"...... Until the end, Siyu stopped and looked up at the "woman" among the flowers above.

"She" leaned sideways, holding a snow-white silver fox with a lazy expression, and the water in her eyes revealed from her slightly drooping eyelashes, like a person who was obliquely staring at her, tempting to stop and look at "her" outside the screen. On the right corner is embroidered:

The color is divided into three rooms, and it is not happy to have a dream. Joy is nothing but sorrow.

The Tibetan tail poem is so clear and understandable that even Ha Gangmu can see at a glance, "This is that Suo Huan?" How is it a woman? Naturally, he wasn't asking Xiyou, and the little guy replied not very enthusiastically: "There are no women in our pavilion except for Dr. Wei." ”

"Just ask Suo Huan Gongzi to come out and see him." Siyu took out an ingot of five taels of gold and gave it to the little man. The little guy waved his hand again and again: "How can the son see people casually?" The rules of the 'young master' and 'childe' meeting guests are engraved on the wooden plaque over there, and the prince will go and take a look. And Suo Huan Gongzi has passed away, you pick someone else, we have everything in Nanfeng Pavilion......"

"you—your dad only sleeps with men!" Ha Gangmu pushed him away with a palm.

The little guy was pushed to the back, and said with hatred in his heart: It's not just a man who can sleep here, if you don't like it, you can turn around and sleep for a man. But he got up and patted his clothes, and still greeted him with a smile, "Don't pull the shop (sleep with prostitutes for the night), play tea around (drink tea and chat), and set up a meal, we have a lot of humorous and funny little boys here, and there are also people who know books and paintings, like this," he pointed to the poems on Suo Huan's screen, "It was made by our boss, and it is very ordinary. ”

"Why did Suo Huan die? It wasn't okay a few months ago. Siyudumin looked surprised.

The little guy looked around and whispered: "I offended the prime minister, and I clicked it." How many guests can't sleep at night because of this food, our boss and several young masters also feel pity, and they all feel that Suo Huan Gongzi is wronged, otherwise how can it be 'a dream that is too happy'. ”

After hearing this, Xiyou still rewarded the little maid with the gold, and left the Nanfeng Pavilion as if he regretted, but his eyes were as sharp as the grassland goshawk.