Chapter 92 Picked up in the mirror in the pavilion, a strange peony
Except for the gorgeous and bright lanterns, looking at the Flower Pavilion from Liuhua Street, this place of smoke and willows is not that gaudy.
If you look 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 outside the window is a branch of the Zhutai River.
On a hazy autumn day, coupled with the flickering lights, this building seems to be out of place.
Chen Xuanwu also successfully met up with Lu Jing and followed Lu Jing into this luxurious place.
As soon as you enter the door, you can see many houses with carved eaves reflecting the sun and painted buildings with flying clouds.
The architectural scenery in Shihua Pavilion is also very prosperous.
There are pavilions, pavilions, ponds, pavilions, green pines and cypresses, rockeries and rocks, vines, vines and green bamboos.
There were many guests coming and going, and there were also gorgeous women. The music they played and danced were extremely beautiful, attracting the appreciation of many wealthy men.
As soon as Chen Xuanwu entered the door, he was frightened by such a scene.
He followed Lu Jing, his mouth slightly open, looking around with a lot of wonder in his eyes.
It turns out that the prosperity in Taixuanjing has ended here!
The women who shuttled through the lobby of Shihua Pavilion were all different from each other.
They are often gorgeously dressed, have bright smiles and are as beautiful as flowers, and have long black hair, piled up in buns, with precious hairpins, and a gold walking pendant hanging down, making them look extremely beautiful.
How can the woman in the Flower Pavilion be compared to the ordinary daughter's house in the ordinary streets?
Chen Xuanwu was dazzled for a moment, but he still remembered to follow Lu Jing.
Lu Jing was actually surprised by the prosperity in the Flower Flower Pavilion.
But after all, he had many memories of past lives and had seen the world before, so he calmed down and walked into the hall.
Lu Jing just walked in.
Then a fisherman in gray clothes and a tall hat came forward to salute and led them four or five steps further.
In the distance, a woman wearing a pleated green grass skirt and a green water mist came up to her.
With a smile on her face, she greeted Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu.
Chen Xuanwu was still embarrassed.
However, Lu Jing's expression did not change and he said casually: "Mommy, the two of us are here to drink tea and listen to music. You can arrange for us two Shuyu Huayan. It's best for Shuyu Huayan."
The woman nodded immediately and led Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu up to the second floor and into a private room covered by a light curtain.
The elegant room is very spacious, and the decoration inside is also antique. There are curls of cigarette smoke rising from the sandalwood. Tea and wine glasses have already been placed on the table. There are many silver lamps and thick candles lighting up the whole place.
The house is brightly lit.
When Chen Xuanwu saw the decoration in this room, he felt that the Flower Pavilion was more exquisite than the east rooms of many wealthy mansions.
The woman invited Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu to sit down, brushed her face with her handkerchief, and said with a smile, "I wonder if there is a girl who is familiar with you in the Flower Pavilion?"
Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu both shook their heads.
The young nanny added: "There are so many customers today, and the few Shuyu Huayan Tokens in the building have no time to spare. If you two young masters just want to drink tea and listen to music, I can arrange two Shuyuhua girls for you.
I wonder if that’s okay?”
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 Hua Yan, Hua Girl, and what is Shuyu?"
Lu Jing thought for a moment, thinking about the local records he had deliberately checked from the Cultivation Tower for today's plan, and then replied: "This brothel is also divided into three, six, and nine grades.
The lowest ones are often called classes and inns, and the upper ones are buildings and gardens, but the Shihua Pavilion is a first-class romantic place in Taixuan Capital."
"Not only are there grades in this romantic field, but there are also women in the romantic field.
For example, among the girls in the Flower Pavilion, the one with the highest status is naturally the courtesan on Liuhua Street. As the name suggests, she is the leader among the flowers, the first on the list.
Under the oiran, there are also flower chanters, flower flowers, flower faces, and flower girls.
Apart from the previous four classes, flower girls are the most well-known romantic girls."
Lu Jing explained to Chen Xuanwu.
Chen Xuanwu also nodded and said: "I have seen these words in many notes, but I didn't expect that there are such hierarchies in the Flower Pavilion."
"As for the bookstore...it's actually an innocent girl among romantic women. She often accompanies guests by reciting poems, playing the piano, drinking tea, and not doing other trivial matters."
When Lu Jing said this, he shook his head and said: "In fact, the number of girls in Shuyu, a top romantic place like Shihua Pavilion, far exceeds the number of real romantic girls."
The two of them were still talking. Outside the curtain, the young nun at the head came with two other women and asked Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu to pay their respects.
She whispered a few more words and then left.
The two women took their seats and made tea for Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu.
Chen Xuanwu's cheeks turned red.
Sitting next to him was a graceful woman wearing a silver skirt.
This woman is about 22 or 23 years old, but she has a lot of charm in her eyebrows, her eyes are like water, and she is very gentle at first sight.
"Young master, please call me Yanrou." When the woman poured tea for Chen Xuanwu, she spoke softly, her voice soft and charming.
Chen Xuanwu looked embarrassed and just nodded, not daring to look at the woman named Yanrou again.
Next to Lu Jing was a young girl.
The girl looks thin, but has a good figure. She has long hair shawl, her lips are purple, and she is as beautiful as a pill. She is dressed in white, with some lotus flowers embroidered on the wide hem.
She whispered to Lu Jing in a low voice, with a hint of embarrassment like Chen Xuanwu's in her eyes: "Master, my name is Jing Shi. If the young master finds this name difficult to pronounce, you can also call me Jing'er."
Lu Jing was much more at ease than Chen Xuanwu, he just nodded slightly towards the mirror beside him.
After that, there was silence in this elegant room.
Neither Lu Jing nor Chen Xuanwu knew what to say.
After three or five breaths, Yan Rou next to Chen Xuanwu suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.
She may have noticed that it was the first time for Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu to come to Shihua Pavilion, but she didn't point it out. She just smiled gently and said to Jing Shi next to Lu Jing: "Jing Shi, grandma told me that the two young masters are
If you're here to drink tea and listen to music, why don't you quickly ask the young master next to you what music he wants to listen to?"
Jing Shi quickly stood up, and with a slight movement of his graceful figure, he was already sitting in front of the lyre.
He asked Lu Jing softly again.
Lu Jing said casually: "What do you play better?"
Jing Shi lowered his head and thought for a moment, raised his head and wanted to speak, but suddenly hesitated.
Lu Jing looked calm and said, "What worries does Miss Jingshi have?"
When Na Jingshi heard Lu Jing's question, he quickly replied: "Master, have you ever heard of the news that spread throughout Taixuan Jing in the past few days?"
Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
Na Jingshi hesitated and said: "This que has been composed to music by the oiran in the Shihua Pavilion. The melody composed by the oiran is excellent. This ci is also a celestial ci that cannot be found in the world. It's just that the words are too sad."
, I don’t know, Young Master…”
Lu Jing glanced at Chen Xuanwu, who was currently lowering his head and talking softly to Yanrou, as if he didn't care what song he was singing.
So Lu Jing nodded towards Jing Shi: "It doesn't matter."
The jade harp sounded.
Jing Shi plays and sings in a low voice, and sadness and desolation are also revealed from those words.
"Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, forgetting, being alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, desolate..."
This sentence is indeed sad, and the girl named Jing Shi in front of me sings it very well, making it very sad and tactful.
Until this time, Chen Xuanwu and Yan Rou stopped talking and listened carefully to the lyrics of Jing Xi Tan Song.
Just one song and lyrics.
After picking up the mirror, Yanrou looked lonely.
Even Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu were affected by their singing.
"This word is indeed too sad."
After a long time, Chen Xuanwu shook his head.
Yanrou on the side cheered up and said with a forced smile: "In fact, you shouldn't listen to this song and these words too much, otherwise you will feel sad from it and you will be depressed all day long."
When she said this, she seemed not to want to be left alone, so she continued: "I heard many girls say that this Que Ci is indeed a heavenly poem. The poet who wrote this Que Ci is also a heavenly immortal. Even the excerpt of this sentence
Que Ci must have come from mortal beings who went to the fairyland to write such words.
I just don’t know if these rumors are true or false.”
Chen Xuanwu seems not to be interested in poetry.
But when he was at the Xiu Shen Pagoda, he had also heard other people mention this Que poem.
Hearing such rumors today, and remembering the things his two elders often told him about heaven and humans, he couldn't help but become curious.
He asked doubtfully: "Is the person who excerpted this poem really a mortal being?"
Next to her, Yan Rou was peeling oranges for Chen Xuanwu. When she heard Chen Xuanwu's question, she just said: "It's just a rumor. We don't know it if we are careful. However, the name of the person who excerpted this poem is Lu Jing, and I haven't heard of it on weekdays."
Beyond his name, he is not a famous Confucian scholar."
Chen Xuanwu fell silent. He thought carefully and then looked at Lu Jing aside.
At this time, Lu Jing seemed not to have heard these words.
After Jing Shi played a song, he returned to Lu Jing's side. Lu Jing said a few words to Jing Shi, then raised his head and asked, "Brother Xuanwu, do you want to drink?"
Chen Xuanwu looked at the wine cup on the table, licked his lips, and nodded heavily.
"I will leave Taixuanjing tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so why not just have a few drinks?"
Chen Xuanwu thought in his mind: "Moreover, the Grand Master always hides behind the statue of Lord Daxing to drink secretly. I have discovered it a long time ago. If the Second Master asks, I will say that the Grand Master taught me."
The mirror is picked up, the smoke is soft and the wine is poured.
Lu Jing didn't talk much, and he usually only answered when Jing Shi opened his mouth to introduce some topics.
His eyes were always calm and his expression was calm.
On the contrary, it was Chen Xuanwu, who had three to five glasses of wine in his stomach, his cheeks were redder, his eyes were blurry, but he was no longer as reserved as before.
When he talked to Yan Rou, he also spoke much more fluently, telling many of his childhood experiences.
Yanrou looked at him with a smile, and when she needed to respond, she nodded slowly, her eyes serious and focused, as if she was extremely interested in the boring trivial things Chen Xuanwu said.
Time passes slowly.
More than an hour passed suddenly.
Chen Xuanwu was drunk and swaying.
Even Lu Jing's eyes were blurred and his face was red, lying in Jing Shi's arms.
Jing Shi lowered his head and looked at the young man in his arms. He felt that the young man in front of him was not old, but extremely handsome. Moreover, there was a mature charm in his eyes when he spoke. He was not like ordinary young masters who knew that they were in a study, but still...
You want to take advantage of it.
Because of this, when Lu Jing was drunk and lay in Jing Shi's arms, Jing Shi did not move Lu Jing's head away.
Lu Jing was not asleep at this time. With his eyes moving slightly, he turned his head and looked at the lobby of the Flower Pavilion under the guardrail.
There was a lot of noise in the lobby of Shihua Pavilion, and many people gathered on a high platform.
Around the high platform, there is a lot of smoke, scattered fountains, and many exotic flowers and plants, which makes it look very otherworldly.
It's just that it's a bit noisy on this high platform.
A huge table stands on a high platform from south to north.
The stone table is elegantly carved and looks very precious. There are many scholars and scholars on both sides of it. The powerful young masters stand on both sides, holding pens in their hands and composing carefully.
At the front of the high platform, there was a woman with a gauze covering her face and luxurious clothes. She took a piece of rice paper and handed it to the boy behind her.
Not long after, the young man replied and said loudly: "The Prince of Mingluo Street has written down a series of new words for you to appreciate."
The rice paper stood up, and many people gathered around, marveling at it and excerpting it.
"This poem is a strange peony. Prince Wang, do you want to take this strange peony back, or should you give this strange peony to a girl in the building?" The woman in gauze spoke again.
Below, a young man in luxurious clothes and holding a folding fan stood up and smiled at everyone: "This peony has miraculous effects and can nourish the skin and nourish the soul. Even many Yuanshen monks want to get one, so naturally they have to give it to Hua Fu.
Miss Xueyu."
On the second floor attic, the gauze was lifted, and a woman with her red lips pursed and tears in her eyes saluted the prince.
Everyone on the high platform was envious and congratulated Prince Wang and Miss Xueyu.
The reason why I wish to express my congratulations to Miss Xueyu is naturally because of that extremely expensive peony.
The reason why I wish to express my congratulations to Prince Wang is because seeing the tears in the eyes of the flower girl, she must have been thinking about Prince Wang.
The girl in the Shihua Pavilion is like this. She is used to seeing many noble people, and she has developed some dignity. In addition, the people who come to the Shihua Pavilion are not country people, but young masters who understand etiquette. Except for
Most of the young men who occasionally get anxious treat themselves to the Shuyus as if they were guests.
They want skin-to-skin contact, and they don't look for books to keep them company.
But if you can win the heart of Miss Qing in the Shihua Pavilion, it will naturally be a good thing, and you will gain a little more fame among your colleagues and classmates.
As a result, there were more people writing lyrics, playing the piano, and painting beside the jade table.
Lu Jing looked at the high platform below.
The same goes for mirrors.
When she saw the prince picking a strange peony and giving it to the flower lady, her eyes showed envy.
Scholars want to be famous, and so do the ladies in the Flower Pavilion.
That flower girl got a strange peony, and from then on she became more famous in the building. As her reputation increased, people came here to admire her, and her social status naturally increased, so she didn't have to suffer a lot of stigma.
But, how easy is it to get a strange peony from the Oiran?
Often for many days no guests could get one. Some people did get one and took it home, because this strange peony was indeed a precious flower. Except for the courtesan of the Shihua Pavilion who was well versed in the art of flower planting, few people
Can be planted.
"Moreover... I am new to the Flower Gardening Pavilion, and I am just a flower girl. Compared to many flower faces, flower flowers, and even flower chants, I am not even remotely famous. How can anyone be willing to give me a rare peony?"
When Jing Shi thought of this, he felt that he was too greedy and was about to shake his head to drive away the greed from his mind.
But at this moment, a soft voice came from her ear.
"The peony...is it good?"
Miss Jingshi smiled slightly and lowered her head.
But he saw that the eyes of the young man in his arms were still hazy, but his expression was calm.
For a moment, Miss Jingshi didn't know how to answer.
But the young man repeated: "Miss Jingshi, do you want that peony?"