Jiyuefang occupies a very large area, and the glazed lamps illuminate the building with brilliant colors. Pearl spar is used as the curtain, and fine sandalwood is used as the pillars. The gauze is woven from heavenly silk, and the begonia flowers outlined by the silk threads are lifelike.
Even the bricks and tiles are made of precious jade, and the lighting in the square is unified into fist-sized luminous pearls. The white jade floor is carved with exquisite and complicated patterns. When you walk by, I don't know if it is an illusion, but it sways slightly with the steps of people.
It is said that the inscription "Ji Yue Fang" on the plaque was written by the real owner of the square.
The handwriting is free and powerful, vigorous and flamboyant, with a hint of wanton pride and a refined and refined atmosphere.
Tonight, guests gathered outside Jiyue Square, and the people all looked in. Not to mention the private rooms, even the lobby was already overcrowded, just to catch a glimpse of Miss Mi Yao's beauty.
An ensemble of guzheng and pipa played below the stage, and a slim-figured woman on the stage danced barefoot, and the silver bells on her jade ankles jingled softly.
The clothes are light and not revealing, and the bottom of the peach blossom fan half-covers the face.
The dance steps are delicate, and when the body turns around, it is like a light cloud drifting, and the layers of pleated skirts float up. The eyes are twinkling, and the unclear charm is seductive. The red lips are lightly opened, and the song adapted from the poem is sung.
The music is ethereal and sounds like the sounds of nature.
On normal days, these beauties would have been highly sought after by all of them, but unfortunately, at this moment, their thoughts were already in the sky.
In an independent room on the third floor, a young man wearing a moon-white robe is leaning on the sofa with a lazy expression. His dark hair is tied up randomly with a white ribbon. Two strands of hair hang down beside his cheek. He does not look like an ordinary man's face with sharp edges.
The lines on his face are clear and soft. His facial features are exceptionally handsome. His peach blossom eyes are full of sparkles, seeming to be both passionate and ruthless. His red lips are lightly pursed, seemingly smiling but not smiling, and there is a bit of a romantic and uninhibited air in his gestures.
The boy's cheeks are flushed, and his plump lips are moistened by wine, making them more delicate. His fair fingers are as slender as green onions, and he holds a small pale pink ceramic wine jar with a smooth texture. The body of the jar is painted with petals falling under a peach blossom tree, and the mouth of the jar is tied around the neck.
Decorated with silver thread tassels.
"Tsk! I never get tired of tasting the peach blossom stuffed wine from Jiyuefang, and it seems to be more mellow today."
Near the table, a person is wearing a fiery red wide-sleeved robe, lined with a white inner coat, and a jade belt around his waist. His dark hair is tied in a silver crown, with a dark red gemstone on the front. He is tall and tall, with a pink face and lips.
Tu Zhu. Compared with the boy in white, this person's facial features are even more impeccable. Although he is dressed in red, he does not have the charm and softness of a woman. Instead, he perfectly interprets the bloodiness and toughness of a man.
Apart from the rouge color of Begonia, the young man in red robe bathed in fire.
This person is none other than Yu Ziye, the eldest son of the Lin'an Marquis Mansion, and the other drunkard is naturally Su Zhen, the eldest son of the Taifu Mansion. These two are now well-known playboys in Kyoto. They often hang out in the Red Mansion and the Chu Palace.
The servants of the house kidnapped him back.
Yu Ziye loves red clothes the most, and longs to ride a war horse on the battlefield one day. When he was young, he had low self-esteem because of his body shape. However, when he grew up, his appearance was even more beautiful than that of women, attracting the admiration of countless women in Kyoto. What's more, he actually
Jealousy arose.
"A-Ning, do you think that girl Mi Yao is really as charming as the rumors say?" Yu Ziye looked at the lobby through the window gap from time to time, and his expectation was obvious.
The corners of Su Zhen's eyes raised, and she teased, "I don't know if she will be able to charm a country or a city, but with your looks, dressing up in women's clothing and standing on stage will definitely make those young men bankrupt."
Yu Ziye cursed in a low voice, then picked up a glass wine glass and threw it at her. However, she quickly and slowly threw the folding fan in her hand, and the tea cup fell on the folding fan, and then it flew back to her hand.
Putting down the folding fan, with a smile on his face, he raised the wine jar, filled the glass with wine, and started drinking. This chapter has been completed!