If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

Apart from the gorgeous and bright lanterns, looking at the Shihua Pavilion from Liuhua Street, this place of smoke and willows is not so gaudy.

If you look carefully, the building in front of you is very delicate and elegant.

There are willows planted in front of the main entrance of the pavilion, and a diversion of the Zhutai River is just outside the other window.

When the fog is hazy in autumn, coupled with the flickering lights, this building looks dusty instead.

Chen Xuanwu also met Lu Jing smoothly, followed behind Lu Jing, step by step into this luxurious place.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see many houses among them, with carved eaves reflecting the sun and painted buildings flying with clouds.

The architectural scenery in Shihua Pavilion also has a lot of prosperity.

There are pavilions, terraces and pavilions, pools, pavilions, green pines and cypresses, rockery and strange rocks, vines and green bamboos.

Among them, there are many guests coming and going, and there are also beautiful women. The sound of piano and dance music is very beautiful, which attracts many golden men to appreciate it.

As soon as Chen Xuanwu entered, he was startled by such a scene.

He followed behind Lu Jing, with his mouth slightly open, looking around, there was still a lot of surprise in his eyes.

It turns out that the prosperity in Taixuanjing has come to this!

And those women who shuttled in the lobby of Shihua Pavilion, Yingying and Yanyan, were all different.

They are often dressed gorgeously, with more beautiful smiles than flowers, and long black hair. Stacks of buns are arranged into buns, Baochai hairpins are tied up, and a golden step rocker is added. The pendant hangs down, and the swaying is extremely beautiful.

How can the women in the Shihua Pavilion be compared to the ordinary daughters in the ordinary streets?

Chen Xuanwu was dazzled for a moment, but he still remembered to follow behind Lu Jing.

In fact, Lu Jing was also surprised by the prosperity of the Flower Pavilion.

But after all, he has many past life memories and has seen the world before, so he calmed down and walked into the hall.

Lu Jing just entered the door.

Then a Yugong in gray clothes and a tall hat stepped forward to salute, and led them another four or five steps.

In the distance, a woman in a green grass pleated dress and green water veil greeted her.

With a smile on her face, she greeted Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu.

Chen Xuanwu was still embarrassed.

Lu Jing didn't change his face, and said casually: "Nurse, the two of us come to drink tea and listen to the music. It's best for you to arrange two Shuyu beauty for us, and Shuyu flower girl is also fine."

The woman nodded immediately, and led Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu up to the second floor, and entered a private room covered by a light gauze curtain.

The elegant room is very spacious, and the decorations in it are also antique. There are bursts of cigarette smoke rising from the sandalwood, tea and wine cups have already been placed on the table, and there are many silver lamps, and thick candles are lit. The room is brightly lit.

When Chen Xuanwu saw the decoration in this room, he felt that this Shihua Pavilion was more exquisite than the east rooms of many rich and powerful houses.

The woman asked Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu to sit down, wiped her face with a handkerchief, and said with a smile: "I wonder if there are any girls you two know in Shihua Pavilion?"

Both Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu shook their heads.

The young mother said again: "Today there are many guests, and the few Shuyu Huayan tokens in the building have no leisure time. If the two young masters just want to drink tea and listen to music, I can arrange two Shuyuhua girls for you. I don't know if it's possible?"

Lu Jing didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

The woman then left.

Chen Xuanwu was a little curious, and asked Lu Jing: "Brother Jing... what are Huayan, Huanu, and what is Shuyu?"

Lu Jing thought for a while, and thought about the records of scenery that he deliberately consulted from the cultivation tower for today's plan, and then replied: "This brothel is also divided into three, six, and nine grades.

The lowest class is often called classes and shops, while the upper class is called buildings and gardens, and Shihua Pavilion is a first-class romantic place in Taixuanjing. "

"Not only are there grades in this Fengyue Field, but there are also grades of women in the Fengyue Field.

For example, among the girls in the Shihua Pavilion, the highest status is naturally the oiran on Liuhua Street, as the name suggests, she is also the leader of all the flowers, number one on the list.

Under the oiran, there are Huayin, Huafu, Huayan, and Huanu.

Excluding the previous four classes, Huanu is the most well-known Fengyue girl. "

Lu Jing explained to Chen Xuanwu.

Chen Xuanwu also nodded and said: "I have seen these words in many diaries, but I didn't expect that there are such grades in Shihua Pavilion."

"As for the book house... it's actually a girl with a clean body among the romantic girls, who often accompany guests to recite poems, play the piano and drink tea, and don't do other trivial things."

When Lu Jing said this, he shook his head and said, "In a top-notch romantic place like Shihua Pavilion, the number of Shuyu girls is far more than that of real romantic girls."

The two were still talking, outside the curtain, the young nun brought two other women to greet Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu.

She whispered a few more words before leaving.

The two women then took their seats and made tea for Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu.

Chen Xuanwu's cheeks turned red.

Sitting beside him was a graceful woman in a silver-yellow skirt.

This woman is about twenty-two or three years old, but there is a lot of charm in her brows, her eyes are like water, and she is very gentle at first glance.

"My lord, you can call me Yanrou." When the woman poured tea for Chen Xuanwu, she spoke softly, her voice was soft and charming.

Chen Xuanwu's expression was cramped, and he just nodded, not daring to look at this woman named Yanrou again.

Beside Lu Jing was a young girl.

The young girl looks thin, but her figure is not ordinary, she has long hair shawl, her lips are pursed, her lips are as bright as a dandelion, she is dressed in white, with some lotus flowers embroidered on the wide hem.

She whispered, talking to Lu Jing, her eyes were a little embarrassed like Chen Xuanwu's: "My lord, my name is Jingshi, if the young master thinks this name is awkward, you can call me Jinger."

Lu Jing was much more comfortable than Chen Xuanwu, but nodded slightly towards the mirror next to him.

After that, there was silence in the private room.

Neither Lu Jing nor Chen Xuanwu knew what to say.

After three to five breaths, Yanrou beside Chen Xuanwu suddenly pursed her lips and smiled.

She probably saw that it was the first time for Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu to come to Shihua Pavilion, but she didn't point it out. She just smiled softly and said to Jing Shi beside Lu Jing: "Jing Shi, mother told me that the two young masters are Come to drink tea and listen to music, why don't you hurry up and ask the young master next to you, what music does he want to listen to?"

Jing Shi got up quickly, and with a slight movement of his slim figure, he was already sitting in front of the lyre.

He asked Lu Jing softly.

Lu Jing casually said, "What do you play better?"

Jing Shi lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head to speak, but suddenly hesitated.

Lu Jing looked calm, and said again: "What worries does Miss Jingshi have?"

When Na Jingshi heard Lu Jing's question, he quickly replied, "My lord, have you ever heard of the ten-year life and death of the Que that has been spread all over Taixuanjing?"

Lu Jing was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

But Jingshi hesitated and said: "This que has already been composed by the oiran in Shihua Pavilion, and the song composed by the oiran is very good. This word is also unique in the world. There are fairy words in the sky, but the words are too sad. , I don’t know son..."

Lu Jing glanced at Chen Xuanwu, but Chen Xuanwu was lowering his head at this moment, talking softly to Yanrou, as if he didn't care about the song being sung.

So Lu Jing nodded towards the mirror: "It's okay."

Yuqin sounded.

Jing picked up playing and singing in a low voice, and the sadness and desolation were also revealed from the words.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, I don't think about it, I can't forget it, there is no place for a lonely grave in a thousand miles..."

These words are indeed sad, and the girl named Jingshi in front of me sings very well, so it is very tactful and sad.

Until this time, Chen Xuanwu and Yan Rou stopped talking, and listened carefully to the lyrics of Jing Shi Tan.

Just a song.

Jing Shi and Yan Rou both looked lonely.

Even Lu Jing and Chen Xuanwu couldn't help being infected by their singing.

"This word is indeed too sad."

After a long time, Chen Xuanwu shook his head.

Yanrou on the side cheered up, forced a smile and said: "In fact, you should not listen to this song and words too much, otherwise you will feel sad from it, and you will be depressed all day long."

When she said this, she seemed unwilling to be cold-hearted, so she continued: "I heard many girls say that this que is indeed a celestial word, and the person who wrote this que is also a heavenly fairy. For the que words, it should be that the mortal celestial beings went to the fairyland to get such words and sentences.

I just don't know if these rumors are true or not. "

Chen Xuanwu doesn't seem to be interested in poetry.

But when he was in the cultivation tower, he had also heard other people mention this poem.

Hearing such rumors today, and remembering the things about heaven and man that the two elders often told him, he couldn't help but become curious.

He asked doubtfully, "Is it really a mortal celestial being who excerpted this phrase?"

Yan Rou next to him was peeling oranges for Chen Xuanwu, when he heard Chen Xuanwu's question, he only said: "It's just a rumor, we don't know about it carefully, but the person who excerpted this poem is named Lu Jing, and he didn't listen to it on weekdays. He is not a well-known Confucian scholar."

Chen Xuanwu fell silent. He thought about it carefully, and then looked at Lu Jing who was beside him.

At this time, Lu Jing didn't seem to have heard these words.

After Jing Shi played a piece, he returned to Lu Jing's side. Lu Jing said a few words to Jing Shi, then raised his head and asked, "Brother Xuanwu, do you want to drink?"

Chen Xuanwu looked at the wine cup on the table, licked his lips, and nodded heavily.

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, we will leave Taixuanjing, so why not just have a few drinks?"

Chen Xuanwu thought in his heart: "Moreover, the master always hides behind the statue of Da Xingjun and drinks secretly. I discovered it a long time ago. If the second master asks, I will say that the master taught me."

Pick up the mirror, smoke softly and pour wine.

Lu Jing didn't speak much, and often only answered when Jing Shi opened his mouth to introduce some topics.

His eyes were always calm, and his face was calm.

Instead, it was Chen Xuanwu who drank three or five glasses of fine wine, his cheeks became redder, his eyes blurred, but he was not as restrained as before.

When he talked with Yanrou, he was also much more fluent, telling a lot of what he saw and heard when he was a child.

Yanrou looked at him with a smile, and nodded slowly when she needed to respond, her eyes were serious and focused, as if she was very interested in the trivial things Chen Xuanwu said.

Time passed slowly.

More than an hour flew away.

Chen Xuanwu swayed from drinking.

Even Lu Jing's eyes were blurred, his face was flushed, and he was lying in Jing Shi's arms.

Jing Shi looked down at the young man in his arms, and felt that the young man in front of him was not very old, but he was extremely handsome, and there was a mature charm in his eyes when he spoke. Want to spend some money to take advantage of it.

Because of this, when Lu Jing was drunk and lay in Jing Shi's arms, Jing Shi didn't move Lu Jing's head away.

At this time, Lu Jing was not asleep either. With his eyes moving slightly, he turned his head and looked at the lobby of Shihua Pavilion under the guardrail.

In the lobby of Shihua Pavilion, there was a lot of noise, and many people gathered on a high platform.

Around the high platform, there are a lot of smog and fountains scattered, coupled with many exotic flowers and plants, it looks extremely dusty.

It's just that it's a bit noisy on such a dusty high platform.

A huge table stands horizontally on the high platform from south to north.

The stone case is elegantly carved and looks extremely precious. On both sides of it, there are many scholars and young masters standing on both sides, holding pens in their hands and writing carefully.

At the very front of the high platform, there was a luxuriously dressed woman with a light veil covering her face, took a piece of rice paper and handed it to the servant behind her.

Not long after, the boy replied and said loudly: "Master Wang of Mingluo Street wrote a new word, and I will allow you to appreciate it."

The rice paper stood up, and many people gathered, amazed and excerpted.

"This poem is like a strange peony. Do you want to take this strange peony back, Mr. Wang, or give this strange peony to some girl in the building?" The woman in Qingsha asked again.

Below, a young man in luxurious clothes and holding a folding fan got up and said with a smile to everyone: "This peony has miraculous effects. It can nourish the face and strengthen the spirit. Even many Yuanshen monks want to get one, so naturally they want to give it to Huafu Miss Xueyu."

On the attic on the second floor, the veil was lifted, and a woman pursed her red lips, with tears in her eyes, and saluted the prince.

Everyone on the high platform was envious and congratulated Prince Wang and Miss Xueyu.

Congratulations to Miss Xueyu, naturally because of that extremely expensive peony.

Congratulations to the prince, because seeing the tears in Hua Fu's eyes, he must already have a heart for the prince.

The girl in the Shihua Pavilion is like this. She is used to seeing many noble people, and she has grown a little dignified. In addition, the person who comes to the Shihua Pavilion is not a countryman, but a well-mannered young man. Most of the teenagers who are anxious occasionally are respectful to the book dwellers.

They want a skin-to-skin relationship, and they don't want Shuyu to accompany them.

However, if she could win the heart of Miss Qing in Shihua Pavilion, it would be a good talk, and she would gain a bit of fame among her colleagues and classmates.

As a result, beside the jade table, there were more people writing lyrics, playing the piano, and painting.

Lu Jing looked at the high platform below.

The same is true for Jingshi.

When she saw that the prince picked a rare peony and gave it to that flower, her eyes showed envy.

Scholars want to be famous, and so do the girls in the Shihua Pavilion.

That flower girl got a rare peony, and later on she gained more reputation in the building. As her reputation increased, some people came here attracted by it, and her social status naturally increased, so she didn't have to suffer a lot of embarrassment.

However, how easy is it to get an oiran's rare peony?

Usually, no guest can get one for many days, and some people get it and take it home, because this rare peony is indeed a kind of precious flower, except for the oiran of Shihua Pavilion who is well versed in flower planting techniques, few people get it. can be planted.

"And... I'm new to Shihua Pavilion, but I'm just a flower girl. Compared with many Huayan, Huafu, and even Huayin, I don't have half a reputation. How can anyone be willing to give me a rare peony?"

Thinking of this, Jing Shi felt that he was too greedy, and was about to shake his head to drive away the greed in his mind.

But at this moment, a soft voice came from her ear.

"The peony...is it good?"

Miss Jingshi smiled slightly and lowered her head.

But he saw that the eyes of the young man in his arms were still hazy, but his face was calm.

For a moment, Miss Jingshi didn't know how to answer.

But the boy repeated: "Miss Jingshi, which peony do you want?"