Xie Fu Fu composes and sings, which is based on rhyme and rhyme, and the changes are complicated. Without certain musical attainments, it is impossible to sing. Most of the people here are literati and poets who often visit brothels. They have some experience in this, and they can hear the meaning of it as soon as they hear it.
Be unique and novel.
The young man who gave the gift of wine said loudly to Xie Fu: "Vulgar! The vulgar is good! Brother, just because of your song just now, I must make you a friend." After saying that, he also came to the wine, and the spout directly
They drank wine at each other's lips.
Xie Fu sang one poem after another, drinking continuously and going crazy.
When the wine is gone, someone else immediately brings it to you. In this Qili Shantang River, the best thing is wine.
Not long after, Fu Xie was so drunk that he couldn't hear what was being said in his ear. His face was as red as makeup, and he shouted heroically: "My whole body was on fire and I fell into the river. How could we be so shocked that we turned into water ghosts?"
The wine-gifting gentleman heard this and his eyes lit up.
Xie Fu shouted: "I'm going to jump!" He said with his feet slightly bent.
The young master who gave the gift of wine was surprised. Even if it was to pay tribute to the sages, there was no need to imitate him.
He exclaimed, "You are most afraid of falling into the water when you are drunk. This guy looked very drunk."
A figure jumped onto the stone behind Xie Fu, and a hand fell on Xie Fu's shoulder, pressing him down forcefully.
Xie Fu said angrily: "My whole body is on fire! Who can stop me?" He turned around and saw that it was the young man who gave the wine.
The young master who presented the wine smiled and said: "Brother, you are drunk, and you will fall into the warm jade of the young lady's arms." As he said this, he grabbed Xie Fu back.
Xie Fu burst out laughing, "You ruined my good deeds, but you don't know that the most wonderful feeling in the world is the tenderness of smoke and water that caressing every inch of your skin."
The young man giving the wine was stunned for a moment, then said, "Then let me taste this wonderful taste first." He then jumped into the river first.
The young man who gave me the wine fell into the water, his head came out of the water, and he laughed and said: "Brother, when you say it like this, it seems that it is really a bit smokey and a bit soft, but it is even warmer than the young lady's soft cherry lips.
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The wine-gifting gentleman lowered his eyes and said, "I just feel like something is missing..."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "The water in this river is too white, and it lacks the fragrance of orchids in my daughter's house."
"Exactly!" said the wine-gifting young master, and said to the three brothel ladies on the boat: "Qiyun, Xiujuan, and Susu, please throw the rouge and gouache into the river."
After a few puffs of water, the other ladies on the boat felt interesting, turned around and entered the boat, took out their own rouge and gouache, and threw them towards the wine-gifting man like hydrangeas.
Rouge boils in the water, and the river surface around the young master is immediately dyed with color. At the same time, the fragrance fills the nostrils, as if thousands of women are caring at the same time.
The man who gave me the wine laughed loudly: "This is the taste. Brother, you can jump down and share it."
Looking at it, Xie Fu turned around unsteadily, turned his back and raised his arms, saying: "I'm going back to sleep."
The young master who presented the wine said with a smile: "Brother and I hit it off right away. You can just sit down on my boat and there will be a few good ladies to relieve your hangover."
Xie Fu waved his hand, "Thank you for your kindness."
The wine-gifting gentleman shouted to Fu Xie's back: "Brother, come here often. Yi will have some good wine for you."
There is a proverb in Suzhou: "Golden Lumen, Silver Xumen". The Lumen area has been famous for its large number of residents, strong popularity and prosperous market since ancient times, and has an outstanding reputation.
There are two roads leading out of Lumen in Suzhou City. Going northwest is the Qili Shantang that leads to Tiger Hill. Going straight to the west is the Shangshantang that leads to the Fengqiao area of Hanshan Temple.
Of course, Qili Shantang does not need to be described in detail. It is famous for Baigong.
Shangshan Pond is also very famous in the surrounding areas of Suzhou. It is just because this Shangshan Pond is close to the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal and is a docking place for northbound merchant ships. Every morning, merchant ships dock at the shore. There are mountains of cargo on the shore. Boatmen are busy loading and unloading goods. From early morning
Until late.
At the same time, the area around Debofang in Shangshantang and Lumen at least has many cloth workshops and dyeing workshops, merchants gather together, and transactions are booming. This area is also called Lushi.
It's late June and the weather is still hot.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, a carriage drove out from Hanshan Temple, crossed Fengqiao, and walked on the stone road up to Shantang.
With a gray cloth awning and no extra decoration, such a carriage is really inconspicuous and ordinary in Suzhou, a prosperous place.
But the person sitting in the carriage was no ordinary person. He was the most famous celebrity in Suzhou City at the moment—Guo Shi Wushuang Wang Wushuang.
Wang Wanzhi is really very low-key. Even though she is famous, very few people have seen her true face in Lushan. She is so low-key that if you meet her on the road, you won't believe that she is the Wang Wanzhi.
Wang Wanzhi closed her eyes and pondered. She seemed to feel hot and uncomfortable, and she seemed tired. She heard the faint noise and asked aloud: "Yan Yu, have you passed the Lumen?"
After leaving Hanshan Temple, they walked for a short while. How could they arrive at Lumen so quickly? Yan Yu glanced sideways at the young lady and saw that the young lady still had her eyes closed. She must have been thinking about something just now, so she
Suddenly I don’t know how long time has passed.
"Miss, where did I see?"
As Yan Yu spoke, he opened the car curtain and looked outside. He saw more and more cars, horses and pedestrians on the street, rubbing shoulders with each other. On the banks of the Shantang River, boat workers were busy loading and unloading goods to and from merchant ships. Su embroidery and Su cloth are famous all over the world.
Selling nationwide, this is the busiest time for Shangshantang.
Yan Yu put down the car curtain and responded: "Miss, we are still on the way up to Shantang. We have just left Hanshan Temple and walked for a while."
"Oh... call me when you get to the mansion." Wang Wanzhi responded lightly, still looking down.
Yan Yu looked at the young lady who was looking down at her. Although she had countless fans, she was lonely. She was so lonely that she even wanted to go to Hanshan Temple to play chess with the old monk who said three Buddhist verses.
These days are getting more busy, aren't there any other pastimes? The young lady is not an ordinary woman. The pastimes that ordinary women like, the young lady is not interested in at all.
Yan Yu knew that the young lady liked to be quiet, and she did not like to go to too busy places. She once thought that the young lady also liked to be alone, but later she realized that the young lady did not like being alone.
The young lady just couldn't find anyone who could talk to her. Couldn't Master Zhengjian, who is proficient in Zen mysticism, also not be able to talk to her?
Could it be that except Mr. Yuan Jing, there is no one in the world who can make the young lady active?
It's just that Mr. Yuan Jing has not received a letter for more than two months. Perhaps it is because of this that the young lady went to Hanshan Temple to relieve her loneliness.
Yan Yu deliberately laughed out loud and said: "Miss, I see that Master Zhengjian is kind and very talkative. I'm afraid he will become another good friend of yours."
Wang Wanzhi didn't seem to hear and lowered his eyes in silence.
Yan Yu asked again: "Miss, how do you think Master Zhengjian compares to Mr. Yuan Jing?"
