Eight years have gone by in a blink of an eye, and memories of the past have become increasingly blurry.
Joys and sorrows overlapped, and all kinds of passers-by came and went. I started to write and tried to copy them on paper, but suddenly I realized that the cycle of four seasons had long been lost in the fireworks of the world.
Compared with the hustle and bustle during the day, the city of Kyoto is even more lively at night. Cars and horses sparkle on the ground paved with blue bricks, and pedestrians are everywhere. People are either passing by in groups, walking in twos or threes, or riding.
When riding in a BMW, from time to time you can see someone opening the curtain and looking out.
A series of lanterns of various colors are hung high above the teahouses and restaurants. The street vendors have not yet closed their stalls, and the shouting and hawking sounds are endless. Even the "magic sticks" who tell fortunes are also mixed in. The bustling people gather together, and the viewing is dazzling.
Various acrobatics.
The most eye-catching thing at night is Du Lin Street, where Red Mansions, restaurants and pawnshops line both sides of the street. The streets are crowded with people, each with a happy look on their face, running towards a certain direction.
"Eh? Brother! Where are you rushing to? Is there something lively over there?" A man in brown cloth grabbed a passerby and asked.
"Are you from out of town?" The man had no choice but to stop and look into the distance from time to time, his tone urgent.
"Yes, I arrived in Kyoto for the first time today."
"Oh, so, I told you, Ji Yuefang has a new clearing recently, calling the mi. Alas, the portrait of the light yarn covered with the twilight street! Oh, the appearance is so pretty.
Oh! By the way, tonight is her first appearance, and I can’t miss it! If you’re interested, you can stand outside and have a look.” His eyes were bright when he spoke, and he was dancing and gesticulating like he was crazy.
"Um...as for that?"
"Okay, no more talking to you, I have to go see the beauty quickly!"
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Jiyue Square was built a few years ago. The women in the square are all noble courtesans, and all of them are beautiful and fragrant. In addition to playing music, chess, poetry, painting, singing and dancing, they are also good at various folk skills. Its alluring charm has attracted heroes from all walks of life.
The young master bent his back.
Mi Yao, who is known among the people as 'a beauty queen, a beauty and a fairy', is best at making spices. According to rumors, the spices made by her are pure in color, have a long-lasting fragrance, and can also be used for a long time.
Maintain beauty throughout the year.
Therefore, in addition to being sought after by the princes and buddies, she was also sought after by the rich and wealthy ladies of the official family, who would step over the threshold and squeeze their heads to get a box of scented powder.
The style of Jiyuefang is different from that of the nearby Red Mansion Chu Pavilion. As a wealthy and luxurious existence, it is common for guest officials to spend thousands of taels of gold in Kyoto's famous "Gold-selling Grotto". They themselves
You just make a living by opening the door and welcoming customers. How can you not accept the money when you bring it to your door?
And beauties are all poor people, so it is impossible for them to sell themselves.
The interior of the square is clearly divided. There are elegant residences for literati and elegant scholars, who play the piano and express their ambitions through poetry. There is also a horse farm at the back for warriors to practice horse fighting, but the amount of money required to enter is also considerable.
At first, Jiyuefang was not taken seriously by anyone, and people often made trouble. However, those people were all seriously injured by wild dogs that night. The injured did not have any solid evidence to complain to the government, and no one dared to cause trouble again in the long run.
When it rose inadvertently, its development could no longer be contained. Today, even a pot of tea and a plate of snacks cost an average person more than half a year.
Sitting at the foot of the Emperor, it is not that no one wants to take possession of Jiyuefang for their own use, but even the royal family has failed. However, the tax paid by Jiyuefang every year is not a penny. And the owner behind the scenes has never
Did not show up. As for the apparent person in charge of the workshop, her name is Yueniang... This chapter has been completed!