Chapter three hundred and forty first walking foot monk
A few people were walking on the streets beside the Qinhuai River, talking to each other about interesting things, and occasionally revealing their inner aspirations.
Wang Ping, Zhu Yu, Ning Caichen, and Li Xiuyuan met in Guo Beicheng. After experiencing the last flood, their friendship with each other was deeper than that of other scholars, because they all knew that the reason why each of them was able to walk in the world was
Together, it's not because of the level of their respective family backgrounds, nor the differences in their literary talents or characters, but because they all have the same ideals.
Of course, talking about ideals and aspirations is something that scholars often do, but more often than not, a few people are looking around on the street, like old wolves in the forest, with their eyes shining, watching to see if any attractive beauties are passing by on the street.
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Such a combination of talents and beauties is always attractive, especially for scholars like them who are restless at heart.
However, Li Xiuyuan is much calmer. Who knows that he is a landlord's young master? There are personal maids at home, as well as ghost wives and concubines. In terms of beauty, what woman can compare with them.
"Brother Wang, look quickly. The woman leaning against the window with her eyebrows drawn is really beautiful. I wonder if she is an artist there. I really want to pay her a visit."
Zhu Yu took a quick look and saw a woman sitting by the window with her eyebrows drawn in a building not far away. He became a little happy and pulled Wang Ping beside him.
Wang Ping also looked at her immediately and said with emotion: "She is indeed beautiful. If I can win the heart of such a beautiful woman, this life will be enough."
Ning Caichen, who was standing next to him, said: "Throwing eyebrows with the window open is suspected of showing off one's beauty. I'm afraid my conduct is not very upright."
"As long as you have extraordinary looks, your character is tolerable." Zhu Yu said with a smile.
Li Xiuyuan next to him said: "Isn't it against etiquette for you to peek in like this?"
These two people are really full of lust, no wonder one is upright and the other is having a tryst with an ugly ghost.
It's hard to look back on the past, but now it's only been so long that it's back to its true nature.
"How can this be considered voyeurism? It should be called appreciation, an open and honest appreciation. Brother Li, you don't understand. A woman is a confidant. That girl is so beautiful. Wouldn't it be a pity if no one appreciates her and praises her?"
Zhu Yu shook his head, as if he was about to explain something important, but before he finished speaking, he let out a light sigh and suddenly saw a woman passing by.
But he saw that the woman was wearing a gauze skirt, plump figure, mature and charming, she was a rare and beautiful young woman.
Although it was only a brief glance, one could see that this woman's almond-shaped eyes were affectionate and full of charm. Any man would be a little moved when he saw her. This kind of mature woman is different from ordinary women and can attract men's attention more.
"Where is that woman from? She doesn't look like a young lady traveling around." Zhu Yu was stunned for a moment, and then said with some surprise.
The implication of his words is that if you are not a lady, you are someone you can get close to.
"Can't you find out if you go up and ask?" Wang Ping said with a smile.
Zhu Yu's eyes lit up: "That makes sense, Xiaosheng, go and have a chat right now."
After saying that, he quickly chased after her.
"This girl, please stay." Zhu Yu really dared to take action, much bolder than Wang Ping and Ning Caichen.
"Is this young master calling me?"
The young woman stopped, turned around and smiled, her eyes turned around a few people, and paused for a moment on Li Xiuyuan: "The Nu family is not a girl, the Nu family is an artist near the Qinhuai River, named Hua Niang, I don't know
Why did this young master call me to my house?"
"Young man is so polite."
Zhu Yu gave a gift, then blushed slightly and said: "Nothing else, I just want to take the liberty to ask where the girl is from."
"She is a singer from the Xiangjiang Tower not far away. Do you gentlemen want to listen to music? It just so happens that there are no guests in the building at the moment. If you don't mind, you can go with the slave family." The woman who claimed to be Hua Niang winked.
He blinked and smiled.
Zhu Yu said with fire in his heart: "The beauty invites you, but the young men are disrespectful to refuse."
The flower girl giggled and said, "Why are you so polite? I haven't shown off my skills for a few days. If the young masters are dissatisfied, please don't dislike it."
"Don't dare, don't dare."
Zhu Yu hurriedly replied, and then he turned back and said: "Everyone, how about we go to Xiangjiang Tower to stay?"
"This is for the best."
Wang Ping nodded repeatedly, also attracted by the beauty of this flower girl.
Li Xiuyuan's expression moved slightly, feeling a little strange. It was a bit too much of a coincidence to meet such a beautiful woman and invite her warmly when he arrived at the Qinhuai River.
Fortunately, this was within the city. If it had been outside the city, he would not have doubted that this woman was some kind of mountain spirit or wild fox ghost.
"Maybe I'm too worried." He looked at her, but couldn't see anything unusual about this woman. She was just an ordinary woman.
Since she is an ordinary woman, there is no need to make a fuss.
Several people followed the woman to Xiangjiang Tower, but Zhu Yu was very enthusiastic along the way. He asked questions about the flower girl, showing off a little literary talent from time to time, as if he wanted to make the flower girl fall in love with his extraordinary charm.
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But from beginning to end, the flower girl just catered with a smile, and glanced at Li Xiuyuan from time to time, who had been silent.
"Who is this young master? He is very handsome. He is not from Jinling City, is he?"
Hua Niang suddenly took the initiative and asked about Li Xiuyuan.
Zhu Yu on the side was a little discouraged and said: "This is Xiaosheng's good friend, whose surname is Li and whose name is Xiuyuan. He is from Guobei County. We are traveling together to see the scenery near the Qinhuai River."
Unexpectedly, during the long period of my enthusiasm, this flower girl kept paying attention to Li Xiuyuan.
"The slave family has met Mr. Li."
The flower lady's beautiful eyes were wandering around Li Xiuyuan, and she showed a bit of shyness from time to time. This was an expression she didn't have when facing other people, as if she was showing her interest in him.
"You're welcome, girl." Li Xiuyuan returned the salute without saying anything more.
Although you are tall and handsome, you don't have to stare at yourself all the time.
I felt the indignant eyes of Wang Ping and Zhu Yu next to me, as if I had robbed their wives and concubines. Those eyes were really as sharp as knives.
"I don't know what music Mr. Li likes to listen to. I will sing it to Mr. Li later."
The flower girl said again with beautiful eyes.
Li Xiuyuan said: "Well, I prefer listening to Guorong's music."
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Next to him, Ning Caichen asked, "Master Li, I don't know how to sing."
"Ahem, sorry, slip of the tongue."
Li Xiuyuan coughed twice: "I'm not very interested in ordinary music and can't appreciate it, but I prefer to listen to a few self-composed slang songs."
"Young Master Li can also compose music? Can you compose it for the slave family, and the slave family can sing it for Master Li?"
Hua Niang seemed to be a little admired.
"This song cannot be shared outside, I'm sorry." Li Xiuyuan said.
Zhu Yu next to him said a little sourly: "Brother Li, it's getting late now, let's hurry up and get on our way."
If the two of them continue to talk, this flower girl will be seduced by Li Xiuyuan.
"Young gentlemen, please come here." The flower lady said with a smile.
Several people continued to walk along the street, but before they had gone very far, they saw a middle-aged monk with a white face and no beard walking towards them. This monk was holding a wooden bowl and came along the road for alms. He seemed to be a traveler.
monk.
However, when the middle-aged monk came, he suddenly stopped a few people and bowed his hands: "Please stay here for the donors."
"What's the reason this master stopped us?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
The middle-aged monk said: "The donors are all good-looking and blessed people. The poor monk should not be meddlesome, but there is one thing he has to remind the young gentlemen. The woman next to them seems to be beautiful and affectionate."
, but this is just a physical appearance, in fact, the inside is like a ghost, the heart is like a Rakshasa, like a demon, the donors need to be more careful and careful."
"Huh?" Li Xiuyuan immediately moved his eyelids and looked at the flower girl next to him.
This woman's charm is indeed better than that of a ghost fox, which is a bit surprising. He was a little doubtful before, but he gave up the idea when he couldn't see the clues. Now that he was reminded of it, he became suspicious again.
But Hua Niang immediately said angrily: "How can you, a monk, curse people for no reason? Although I am an artist, I have never harmed anyone. How can you, monk, call me a Rakshasa and a demon?"
"Your malice is so deep that only a poor monk can feel it. But you are indeed not a demon, a Rakshasa. The reason why I can't tell is that even the poor monk can't tell. I'll just ask a few good people to do it for themselves."
The middle-aged monk sang the Buddha's name and strode away.