Chapter 87 The Lion Tower’s piano is back and the fingers fall, and the reed marsh swords are tense
The blind zither master came to the Red Fish Hall and met many maids who worked in the morning. Yingying and Yanyan all had to shout happily to Mr. Lu before he could stop. He was brave enough to be fattened by the red card ladies in the building, and he also had to tease Lu Xu a few words, deliberately asking the young master for advice on what “a tree of pear pressed against a crabapple” or “a palm mark in front of Huayue Mountain”. The blind zither master had to beg for mercy, which caused constant laughter. This gentle and gentle young master Lu was initially inconspicuous in the White Jade Lion Building, which is more common than the Dacai Cabbage. If it weren’t for Li Shuangjia, Li, who was respectful to his youth, would have looked at him and played the piano one day after entering the building. He caught a powerful and wealthy man who was famous in the city and forced to break the melon for the young man. Although the White Jade Lion Building has more rules than ordinary brothels, the people do not fight with the officials, and they are just a young actor. There is no need to turn against Xiangfan. The guy who had been a leader of Qingzhou Army for several generations in the corridor forced the young Qingling to kill him, but he had to draw a knife to death afterwards. The blind zither master didn’t care about his safety and rushed up with his family guqin. He did not beat the evil man, but was trampled by the guards. He had a farce. It was not until Li Baishi personally came forward to plead with love, and saved the blind zither’s life from the knife.
Many people in the White Jade Lion Building still remember that Lu Xu, covered in blood, sat in the corridor, holding the dead poor girl in his arms, took off his shabby clothes and gently covered the disheveled body.
Today, the Red Fish House didn’t know how to learn about Lu Xu’s arrival. Li Shuangjia’s personal maid Qi Fu stood at the gate of the yard to greet him. Seeing the blind pianist, he smiled softly, “Mr. Lu, the lady is waiting.”
Lu Xu shook his head and said, “I just want to say to the Red Fish House in person that day that I won’t come to play the piano. Miss Li borrowed my guqin and painted dragons. I think I will earn some money every month in the future. Miss Qifu, I won’t enter the museum to bother Miss Li.”
The beautiful maid who is higher in the White Jade Lion Building sighed regretfully, bowed slightly, and took a blessing to the blind pianist, then turned around and walked towards the yard.
At the window on the second floor, there was a woman with a beautiful country. Juyi was already considered a rare beauty in Xiangfan. However, when compared with her upstairs, she lost all her colors.
What is incredible is that behind Li Shuangjia, a famous prostitute in the world, was an old man who was placing the strings of an Erhu.
Li Shuangjia waited until Lu Xu’s figure disappeared, and turned around and lowered his eyebrows and asked with a pleasing look: “Old ancestor, you really don’t need a lion slave to go to the reed marsh outside the city for a while.”
The old man with gray hair on his hair just closed his eyes and picked up the strings and listened to the sound.
Logically speaking, Li Baishi was one of the top ten famous prostitutes in brothels before Yanzhi. She had been in contact for more than ten years and had a deep friendship with the clans. She almost married Liu Zonghui, the leader of the Xilin Party. She met these yearsMany poor scholars who were not talented and had no chance of getting gifts were generously donated, and several of them were already noble in the court. They were the only ones who had gained firewood to gain the reputation of Li Baishi’s double armor in Jiangnan. Now that he has been praised by Rouge, he has become the well-deserved leader of the brothel. He has never heard of anyone Li Shuangjia has ever been soft and gentle. He even said that he is still a young man, how could an old man stay in the room? Is it because Li Baishi’s mouth is too heavy, and it won’t be shocked if it is spread.
The old man who tweaked strings respectfully called his ancestor by Li Shuangjia opened his eyes and still didn’t say anything.
Already knowing that my ancestors don’t like to talk about this topic, Li Baishi changed his question, “Why should my ancestors pay so much attention to the poor boy with wooden sword?”
The old man looked up and glanced at the beauties standing in front of the window, but his eyes were not emotional, and his tone was even colder, “I play chess, and I know the end. What’s the point of you who are not liked by the bottle like you, what’s the point of not being able to insert it?”
The extremely humiliated rouge woman Li Shuangjia did not have any anger and became more and more respectful. She subconsciously bent her slender waist. As a result, her chest was bulging violently and almost broke her clothes. Her body was petite and delicate, and her chest was full of momentum. It was rumored that she had a pair of white lotus and jade feet. She learned Taoist arts and Tantric Buddhism and could make various mysterious postures on the bed, so there was a beautiful saying that “the white jade lion rolled into the hydrangea ball”.
The old man with string adjustment skills was skilled in his face. His temples were as white as snow. He was obviously aged even in his seventies, but his face was like a middle-aged man. He played a string with his fingers and said, “Lu Xu’s chess was taught by me. This time I came to the Red Fish Hall, I wanted to see if this kid would become a rampant one after another. Fortunately, I didn’t teach him how to play chess. I knew how to leave three points blank, but I still left the guqin you gave him. Originally, with my temperament when I first saw him, I was unhappy to be favored by others and I would not pay it back. Whether it would cause storms in the future depends on his own luck. The most wonderful thing about a chess piece is that even a wise chess player would not have thought that he could become the key player to win or lose.”
Li Shuangjia lowered his head and said, “The skills of the ancestors’ hands are naturally the best in the world. The whole world is the chessboard of the ancestors.”
The old man tuning the string ignored the news and said, “The boy from Beiliang left the city today, and there is nothing you have to do with Xiangfan. You go to the capital.”
Li Baishi nodded without hesitation and said, “The Lion Slave only listens to the ancestors.”
The old man quietly left the Red Fish Hall. He was going to a private house in the northeast corner of Xiangfan City. There was a puppet woman he trained in. She was six-part and seven-part in spirit like Princess Pei Pei Nanwei. Now she is hidden in the golden house by Zhao Xun, the prince of Jing’an. Every time she travels, she is fond of her favor, for fear that her father will know about it. Zhao Xun thought the itinerary was perfect, but he didn’t know that every time he loved and trained the woman who was called Nan Wei by him, there was an old man standing behind the wall who looked at the rolling brocade and was treated as a walking corpse. Zhao Xun is cautious and has long gone to find out the background of the little girl’s background.It was nothing strange, so that private house was his greatest pleasure place in the world. The little beauty looked too much like the woman in the palace who had to call her mother every time she met. Her every frown and smile, and even her frown expression was the same. Every time she was scolded by her father in the palace, or after meeting the princess by chance in the garden, he would come to the private house to vent his heart, and he would vent his heart hard until he was exhausted.
After the end of the Spring and Autumn Period and the National War, it was a brand new chess game, and the old man had quietly made a move.
Most of them are still taking root, but some are about to make efforts.
After going to the private house, the old man immediately left the city and went to the best reed marsh outside Xiangfan City to enjoy the scenery.
The princess went out of the city to enjoy the scenery today. His Royal Highness Zhao Xun, the prince of Jing’an, personally sent it to the Xiangfan city gate. He went to Diaoyutai to watch the princess leave. Then he only brought one entourage and walked around to the private house of the beautiful woman who was hidden in the golden and jade hall. In this private house, there is only one maid and two old nannies, and there is no idle anymore. Zhao Xun pushed the door and felt relieved. Although this place was far less magnificent than the Jing’an Palace, it was just a courtyard with two entry, in Zhao Xun’s eyes, it was a fairyland on earth that he had finally found. The strict royal palace, the Buddhist temple dedicated to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, each grass, every brick and tile, all exudes a yin energy that is more unbearable as he gets older, which makes people suffocate. The man who was close relative was so scheming that he didn’t even dare to guess Zhao Xun, who was his son, dared not to guess. Zhao Xun resented the man for not killing him back then, and sat on the dragon chaise and put on the dragon robe, and was even more afraid of the man’s silent back when he was eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha’s beads. But what makes Zhao Xun most worried is why that man married her and didn’t know how to cherish her when she got married. The couple actually respect each other as guests, and sometimes even “respecting each other as ice”. This is a huge irony.
Zhao Xun took a deep breath of the freshness unique to the courtyard. It was filled with orchids, and this was her favorite. This woman, who is a princess but is not as good as a prostitute in the prime minister’s alley, only has two chances to go out of the city in a year. Every time she goes out of the city, she goes to see the reed marsh. In spring, she sees the tender reeds and green buds clustered in spring, and in autumn, she sees the old reeds as wind blowing like flying snow. Pei Nanwei Pei Nanwei, just with the word “reed” in his name, does he like to see the most boring and most floating and weak reed?
The woman who was kept in the yard like a kitten and a puppy by the prince Zhao Xun has been stripped of her name since the first day she came in. Of course, Zhao Xun likes her body as warm as mutton fat, and when she holds her in her arms, she has the charm of warm winter and cool summer. But what really obsessed with crazy from the bottom of my heart was her expression. As for Zhao Xun, who said respectfully after seeing her, “Happy Xun, please come.” She just snorted gently with a shelf, and Zhao Xun’s bones immediately became a few taels of lighter, which looked so similar. Zhao Xun showed a grim smile and cursed, “Pei Nanwei, who is raised by a bitch, let you pretend to be noble with this prince!” Then, without saying a word, he rushed up to tear her clothes that were exactly the same as that of Pei Nanwei, and carried them to the big bed in the inner house, and whipped them hard. After the clouds and rains, Zhao Xun returned to normal, lay on the bed, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the kneading of the pseudo-princess, and said regretfully: “Skin and bodyIt’s still a little bit bad. His voice is almost real, but once he gets on the bed, it’s still a shortcoming. Be careful next time. If you are lucky next time, you will still be so exposed…”
The woman sitting on the bed said in a sweet voice. Zhao Xun looked up and grabbed her soft black hair, pressed her head under her crotch, and said sinisterly: “Good Wei’er, I want to be crazy if I miss your little mouth! “
After two happy physical intertwined, Zhao Xun put on an outer robe and lay straight on the sandalwood floor under the eaves of the room, quietly looking at a string of wind chimes. At this time, Prince Jing’an was really like a gentle young man, regardless of the world, harmless with others, and elegant temperament. The pseudo-priest squatted beside Zhao Xun and accompanied the madman to watch the wind chimes. In fact, when Zhao Xun was silent, he was a very close young man. When she saw him being stunned, she had the opportunity to look at the handsome face that was said to be nine-point similar to Prince Jing’an. Zhao Xun stared at the elegant wind chimes made of a string of broken jade pieces and laughed softly: “Is it good to see me like this in her life. She doesn’t even look at my father, let alone me, a prince who doesn’t even have hereditary inheritance. “
His Highness, Prince Jing’an, closed his eyes and murmured, “I really envy those people. “
Zhao Xun left, before leaving, slapped her in the face, because she had peeked at him under the eaves. The pseudo-priest with red cheeks was lying carefully where the prince had lying, without any grudge. She just looked up at the wind chime like him. The wind chime sounded, and was so ethereal and pleasant. She suddenly sat up and looked at an old man who was sitting on the railing at some point, her eyes full of heartfelt awe. She was shocked by Prince Jing’an. She had been whipped a lot when she first entered the courtyard. She was slapped in the face when she was wrong, and was even more humiliated when she came to the bed. But she was not afraid of these. Even when she was late at night, she held the prince and heard him choking, and felt a sense of sadness. Only the old man in front of her who had never moved thickly made her afraid to the bone.
The old man who has always seen the dragon’s head but not the tail asked softly, “You have fallen in love with this poor insect born in the Wanghou family.”