"If you want to praise, then praise. Why are you patting yourself on the chest?" Chang Qing glanced at Cheng Sanwu.
Today, Cheng Sanwu and Chang Qing each changed into expensive light furs, rode famous horses, held precious whips, and were followed by Zhang Fan and other entourage behind them, looking like children of aristocratic families traveling.
Although Guoseyuan is slightly smaller than the former Xiyuan, it is still a vast area with wide trails, enough to accommodate four or five carts traveling side by side. When you ride a horse and pass the arch bridge over Longlin Canal, you can see the red wall. , the sound of silk and bamboo came from inside.
At this time, a young maid in green clothes came quickly and said hello with folded hands: "These two must be Mr. Zhaoyang and Mr. Changqing, please be polite, little slave."
Strictly speaking, Guoseyuan was one of the emperor's residences. It was not an ordinary brothel, and civilians were not allowed to enter. Moreover, today's saints also set up a pear garden here to gather people who dance, play and perform various kinds of operas.
Although the current saint was born in Luoyang, it may be that the heroine disrupted the government and abused the clan in his early years. Therefore, unlike the previous emperors of this dynasty, the saint often visited the eastern capital, but lived in Chang'an for a long time.
As a result, Guoseyuan was gradually neglected, but instead became a place for the dignitaries of the Eastern Capital to have fun.
"To tell you the truth, this is my first time coming to Guoseyuan and I don't understand the rules here."
Cheng Sanwu rode on horseback and said carelessly: "Since I'm here today, I must have a long experience. Which girl here is the most dewy and beautiful? Call me and let me see!"
When Chang Qing heard this, he was so ashamed that he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself. He really couldn't connect this little vicious glutton with the rude, polite, lustful and lustful man behind him.
"There is no Mr. Changqing who is traveling with us here. It is said that he is the son of Prime Minister Lu and the disciple of Daguan Zhenren in Songyue Fu Zang Palace." The maid in Tsing Yi said.
According to Cheng Sanwu's idea, the female visitor has no wealth and status, and her cultivation level is mediocre, so she adds drugs to the food, wine, and incense to let us enjoy the illusion of bliss. If you are a low-minded person, you have to be careful. Think carefully to avoid making enemies and offending, or in the worst case, forming a fate.
At this time, there was a burst of laughter, and a man said: "Sister, what you said is against your will. Next time, are you going to say you hate literary and elegant people? How come you hate heroic heroes again today?"
Chang Qing was speechless for a moment. I had no doubts from just now, but I had not figured it out in a hurry. But when the eight men arrived, they all couldn't hide their shock when they saw Madam Dan, and I didn't feel at ease anymore. .
Changqing only needed to concentrate for a moment to be disturbed by it. But when I raised my eyes again, I found that this handsome man stopped in his tracks and looked at Mrs. Dan with his beautiful eyes wide open, his shock clearly revealed.
Chang Qing silently deduced in her mind that she thought of a terrible reason - I'm afraid those flower spirits saw that Mrs. Dan was a little vicious glutton, so they felt frightened!
"This man is very evil and violent. The next time I came to Guoseyuan, I killed two girls." The charming man put down the music sheet in his hand and said slightly angrily: "You see me so fat and ugly.
If it’s unbearable, just say you’re menstruating and your body is clean, so please decline.”
While thinking about it, Zhao Xiangxuan stood up and walked to Chang Qing's side opposite, reaching out to take my cake, which made Chang Qing Shiyue scold:
Flower essences like Zhen Xueheng did not have any of the same unusual talents before they were transformed into human beings, such as their charming body fragrance or the nectar of stamens growing in a pot. For women in the world, they are all rare natural beauties. To have sex with them, even
It can replenish your cultivation skills. Many women come to Guoseyuan just to take advantage of it.
"Yes." Cheng Sanwu said immediately: "Before you change...before you change, he immediately went to Qunfang Dazhu and called all the flower growers."
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As the oiran of the Peony Garden, Cheng Sanwu was used to meeting high-ranking officials, and even the infamous chamberlain minister paid too little attention to them.
Cheng Sanwu has no doubts. You have met Zhao Zhenxue before. She is obviously not a fat and beautiful person, almost as big as a ball of flesh. She looks exactly like the young man in Angzang. You look at the maid in Tsing Yi and see that she is slightly
Nodding, there was no care in my heart.
After Mrs. Dan came to Guoseyuan, she first had her identity announced. Zhen Xueheng, you may not be afraid of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but there is a reason to show such a shocked expression when you see Mrs. Dan.
However, thinking that such a blessed place on earth has turned into a hunting ground for high-ranking officials and nobles, what Changqing smells is not the fragrance of flowers, but a faint stench of decay.
……
In addition to your identity as the oiran of the Peony Garden, Cheng Sanwu is also a real peony flower essence. Ordinary people may not be able to see your true identity, but you can hide it from these people with superb inner cultivation.
Mrs. Dan looked at the seven men who were as good at winning as Chunlan Qiuju, and laughed and said: "There are so few people, I'm afraid you can't cope with them at once, Changqing, he picked two."
"Are you still trying to persuade us to leave?" The maid in Tsing Yi asked, "Or are we going to arrange some other girls?"
While Mrs. Dan looked around, Changqing was very shocked. Just arranging a cold solar term in the courtyard that was the same as the world inside was definitely an unusual method. But keeping Peony the same was
The shape requires meticulous care.
Changqing was helpless and could only ask: "Since there are no seventeen flower gods and the first month has not yet come out, how about going to the Plum Blossom Courtyard?"
"It's natural, does he care?" Mrs. Dan raised her hand to take the wine cup, and took the initiative to touch the back of Cheng Sanwu's hand. It was very slippery and difficult to hold tightly, making you nervously pull it in as if nothing happened.<
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"Cheng Sanwu?" The maid in Tsing Yi has never seen the other party look so startled and lost her composure, as if she had seen a ghost.
"Sounds pretty exciting."
"This is Mr. Tingyang. Please wait for a moment for the seven distinguished guests. The oiran lady is still dressing up and changing clothes." The maid in Tsing Yi said goodbye and went in. Then there was no other maid in front of her. I served tea, fruit and cakes to Madam Dan for the seven of them. "Taoist?" Zhen Xueheng sighed: "That's fine, go to the side room and take a look."
But the handsome man quickly returned to normal, covered his mouth and restrained himself from losing his composure, and then made a Wanfu ceremony: "I am on my way to meet seven little people."
Cheng Sanwu said yes with a smile, and immediately invited the seven people to sit down, and then the maids brought wine and food.
"Bad eloquence!" Zhen Xueheng praised, and then looked at Changqing: "Let him decide. Your flowers and plants are all considered to be the same. All flowers look the same to you."
The maid in Tsing Yi covered her mouth and smiled and said: "Every dignified person who comes to Guoseyuan wants to find the flower essence from the flowers. As for whether he can find it, it depends on Zhaoxiangxuan, who does not have such fate."
"Besides, I have lived in Guoseyuan for a long time. When I see a majestic woman like Cheng Langjun, I can't help but admire her." Cheng Sanwu's eyes were picturesque, and even a slight smile was breathtakingly beautiful.
If it were a feminine woman, just seeing that brief smile would probably make her lose consciousness.
Cheng Sanwu reacted very slowly, and immediately stood up and said: "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Lu, please allow me to introduce you. Those eight are Jie Yuniang, Yuming and Qiongyingzi respectively."
While talking and laughing, Mrs. Dan followed the maid in Tsing Yi through the tree-lined avenue and came to a feminine courtyard. She got on her horse and walked inside. She felt that the coldness between heaven and earth was gradually disappearing, as if she had experienced the late spring of Grain Rain, and the small floor was warm.
The mood is getting stronger. The heavy fur draped around me feels a little cold, so I simply take it off and give it to the attendant.
Based on that alone, Changqing can be sure that the flower essences in Guoseyuan are only taking care of the flowers, plants and trees, and are even guiding the energy of heaven and earth to make this place a blessed place on earth.
"She doesn't have a bad skin." Cheng Sanwu praised, but you don't see many beautiful women, which is surprising.
"What on earth did he do here? Why did he stop eating as soon as he sat down? He ate all the pastries and tea fruits for the guests. How can there be no one like him?"
"Housekeeper, Zhaoxiangxuan?"
Zhen Xueheng asked: "By the way, you heard along the way that there are no flower essences outside Guoseyuan. Could it be that all the courtesans there are fairies?"
"Why is it me? It's...I've obviously died a long time ago, how could it be..." Cheng Sanwu turned pale with fright, put down the curtain, and murmured to himself.
I saw a few figures walking out in front of the screen, headed by a man with bright eyes, red lips and white teeth. He was very bright. Under his head was a half-covered bun with black hair, and he was wearing a crimson red wide-sleeved shirt, both inside and outside.
It is a tube top myrobalan skirt, revealing a touch of snow-grey skin. A waistband girds a slim waist, showing off the moving figure in the lotus steps.
The moment the handsome man appeared, Zhen Xue seemed to be enveloped in a scent of fragrance, which made people feel intoxicated.
I saw eight other men walking out from in front of the screen. The first man was wearing an apricot yellow skirt. He was plump and handsome, with a lively and agile expression. The other two men were delicate and delicate, wearing a bamboo green pleated skirt. The other was hot and indifferent, and his body was
Wearing ink clothes, holding a fly whisk in hand, dressed like a man.
Mrs. Dan patted her calf and said, "If you meet the oiran lady, will your trip be in vain?"
However, as soon as the eight men walked around the screen, they were all startled when they saw Mrs. Dan. They all stood there with astonishment on their faces.
"Stop it, don't call me a villain." Mrs. Dan immediately raised her hand to stop her: "You two brothers are not here to have fun today. Your surname is Cheng and my surname is Lu. He can call you Lang Jun, or he is bad. Anyway,
Don't call me a villain, it sounds old."
Therefore, the flower essence of Guoseyuan is willing to show up behind the scenes, but in order for the sisters to have a place to stay, no one often needs to step forward to deal with it, and Cheng Sanwu is one of them.
Mrs. Dan was impatient and walked to the shore of the lake, looking at the eight fairy mountains looming in the rippling smoke.
In the warm, cold and humid greenhouse, a man named Shi Fendai, who was still graceful and charming, looked a bit disgusted.
In the carved window, the maid in Tsing Yi said with confusion: "Cheng Sanwu, what you just saw is that Zhao Zhenxue is not obese, but a four-foot strong man, majestic and majestic, but his words are not a bit vulgar."<
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Cheng Sanwu frowned slightly and murmured: "Could it be that someone has been replaced?"
"This is good and bad, please come with the seven slaves."
"So are you coming or not? We've been waiting for a long time!"
But during the conversation between the two, there was no gust of fragrance coming to Tingyang Jun. Ordinary people would feel their hearts trembling when they smell it. Zhen Xueheng sniffed with little effort, her nose twitched, and she looked like she was enjoying it, while Changqing squinted her eyes slightly.
I was vaguely aware that the person coming was ordinary.
Mrs. Dan looked at each other for a moment, but she understood why. She looked up at herself, and then looked at Changqing. The other party just shook her head slightly, confused.
The moment Mrs. Dan turned around and returned to her seat, Cheng Sanwu caught a glimpse of my face. Her originally wonderful heart immediately stirred up a huge wave, and she suddenly grabbed the curtain with her fingers. She was extremely shocked.
Continuing to go deeper, you will see that the courtyard is full of peonies. What is strange is that the peonies are in the same shape. As you go deeper and deeper, you seem to be witnessing the whole process of peonies from bud to full bloom. If you walk a little slower, it seems that you are witnessing the whole process.
The last peony blooms just between breaths, which is particularly touching.
"Why is he slowing down?" Changqing said lightly, but I thought that this oiran lady came too slowly to avoid embarrassment.
Passing through the corridor and walking around to the room next to Lord Tingyang, Cheng Sanwu stepped forward and lifted up a corner of the curtain. He first saw Chang Qing, who was sitting upright and slightly at ease. Based on Cheng Sanwu's experience, he could tell at a glance that I was...
An untouched virgin.
Although the maid in Tsing Yi was surprised, she still followed the order and left. Cheng Sanwu opened the curtain again and looked at Madam Dan's back, dazzled for a while.
The maidservant in green was surprised by this, and the articulate woman said: "What Zhao Xiangxuan said is really embarrassing for the slave. There are no Seventeen Flower Temples in Guoseyuan, and each temple does not have an oiran lady.
Plums, apricots, peach chrysanthemums, hibiscus and peonies, there are hundreds of flowers, vying for color and beauty. They are really beautiful in their own way. Da Nu has a short-sighted mind and has been dazzled by all the flowers. He only wants Zhao Xiangxuan to see them in person.
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The maid in Tsing Yi brought Zhen Xueheng and Chang Qing to a pavilion near the water. Half of the surrounding buildings were built under water, including two corridors and a stage. Combined with the mist and mist on the water in winter, it was like walking in the clouds.
The feeling of being in a fairyland.
Changqing almost rolled his eyes after hearing such vulgar words. I was vaguely aware that Cheng Sanwu was an ordinary person, and the fragrance emanating from you was fragrant and subtle, as if everything around you was under your control.
But it doesn’t have the meaning of commanding and driving like using magic, which is quite lacking in the magic of spring breeze turning into rain.
Changqing himself was actually not too interested, so he said: "Since this place is known as the national beauty, let's choose Peony Garden."
"Cheng Langjun is a martial arts practitioner?" Cheng Sanwu caught a glimpse of Madam Dan holding a sword across her waist, holding a wine cup and passing it behind her face. She stretched out her hand and slightly pulled up her narrow sleeves, revealing a pair of jade arms with skin as thick as gelatin.
, the fingers are long and slender, and the color is pink and tender.
With his evergreen eyesight, he could tell that the seven stunningly beautiful men were all flower essences. The maid in Tsing Yi who had just led the way had obviously said that flower essences were hard to find in Guoseyuan, but in the blink of an eye, seven of them appeared. That female sensation was
If it can be described as a coincidence, it must be intentional.
"You know what your temperament is, and you are too vegetarian for that! I brought you a few plates of chicken, duck and fish, that Guoseyuan is really authentic!"
The maid in Tsing Yi smiled and replied: "The Plum Blossom Courtyard has been crowded with guests in those days, and the oiran lady is still hosting a banquet. I'm afraid she will neglect the seven distinguished guests."
At this moment, he saw a Tibetan man with his back to him, one hand reaching out to take down cakes from the table beside him, stuffing them into his mouth one after another, almost chewing them, looking like a hungry ghost from the countryside who had retired from the rich family.