The piano players on the left and right downstairs were already in place, and Xianmei didn't say anything. Seeing her bending her slender waist and stepping forward slightly, Bai Jiehao raised her wrist slightly, and a group of musicians behind suddenly started playing.
The calm expression on Xianmei's face suddenly changed, her eyes smiled like spring, and her jade fingers danced enchantingly in the air.
As the music changes, Xianmei's body turns slightly to spread her long skirt, and her movements are as graceful as willows in the wind. The two strands of hair on the cheeks are also fluttering in the air with her posture, occasionally brushing her face gently, adding a bit of seductive charm.
This is the first time Brother Rong has seen such a dance. Although not as bold and straightforward as the Korean girl group, their allure is equal or even better.
No wonder kings and princes have kept a group of dancers in their mansions since ancient times. Although in this era, the princes and nobles mostly raised actors, dancers have still not withdrawn from the stage of history, which has its own specialness.
Suddenly, Jia Rong saw the girl Xianmei smile slyly.
The expression on his eyebrows is a bit naughty, a bit mischievous, and a bit triumphant. A small round fan suddenly appeared in Xianmei's hand. She slapped her chest with the fan, raised her head and smiled, walking away from the stage. The steps are also very particular, with the toes touching the ground and the body swaying gently from side to side, making people feel close and cute. At the same time, the figure is slender and charming.
While everyone was still infatuated, Brother Rong saw Xianmei leaping forward, her slender legs drawing a circle in the air.
Smart, naughty, and cute, this is Brother Rong's impression of Xianmei's entire dance.
It's no wonder that Feng Ziying and others would praise a pure hermit man so much, he was indeed unique. At this time, women may be as gentle as water, or domineering and aggressive, but there is a lack of such confident, smart and naughty women.
The originally noisy crowd in the Wanhua Building was extremely quiet now. As soon as Miss Xianmei finished her dance, everyone was still immersed in that beautiful state and had not thought about it for a long time.
Feng Ziying and Baoyu were completely stunned, and they could tell what they were thinking in their distracted eyes. As for Xue Pan, he was even more straightforward, with his signature silly smile on his face, looking like a complete idiot.
The most sober among them is probably Jia Rong.
Although this Xianmei's dance is beautiful, it is indeed stunning. But for someone like Brother Rong who has seen all kinds of exciting dances, he can only be regarded as being stunned and came back to his senses.
"What a wonderful man." Feng Ziying sighed.
Baoyu also said: "If I could get to know such a woman, my life would be in vain."
Xue Pan chuckled, leaned in front of Brother Rong and said, "Such a wonderful person, are you really not interested?"
Brother Rong said: "Uncle is interested, just take action yourself, why should you care about us."
Feng Ziying also laughed: "Since Brother Rong has no intention, just go and fight for it yourself."
Xue Pan said: "Oh, that's not what we meant. Maybe Ziying has forgotten that when we were talking about Brother Rong that day, the envious girl walked out from behind the gauze curtain to greet him and exchanged a few words. It was obviously right. Brother Rong is interested, so I asked you this."
"Uncle is talking nonsense again. Xianmei has finished her dance, now it's time for the roll call?" Brother Rong asked, changing the subject.
"It should be like this. Guests in the room will report their names and coins. If Miss Xianmei is satisfied, she will accept one of the room signs and come to the room to enjoy the guests."
Xue Pan laughed and asked the little maid in Fangfangli to take the wooden sign. He walked to the side and filled in a few words and asked the maid to send the sign.
Brother Rong sighed: "This method of playing is quite novel. It's always the guests who choose the guests, but I didn't expect that here it is the guests who accompany the guests."
Feng Ziying said: "There are so many novelties. For example, Brother Xue actually got a sign. I guess there are hundreds of words in it?"
"The brothels in Shenjing are not as good as the brothels in Jiangnan. When I was in Jiangnan, the rooms and wooden signs were paid separately. Today, this sign is actually given for free. As long as you spend one or two hundred taels for the calligraphy fee, you can get it Let's fight for it." Xue Pan chuckled and said, "Why not take advantage of this opportunity to sit at the same table with Miss Xianmei?"
Everyone gave this guy a blank look, isn't it just to show off how rich your family is?
Jia Rong smiled and said: "Now we have listened to the music, drank the wine, and watched the dance. It's time for us to go back. Could it be possible that she can really come to our place?"
Like Jia Rong and others, people in other rooms are also concerned about this issue. Not only these men, Xianmei in Wanhua Tower is also struggling.
"Have you chosen the girl?" The old madam fawned over Xianmei. She didn't look like a mother who could handle her husband at all.
Xianmei picked through the brands and looked carefully at the title on each wooden sign. First, the wealthy and unofficial people were removed, and then the lintels of small households were arranged.
When she picked up Xue Pan's wooden sign, she was suddenly stunned. In addition to Xue Pan's name, there is also the word Jia Rong on it.
At this time, Xianmei's face had no lively and lively expression at all. Instead, she asked with a cold face: "But that brother from Duke Ningguo's mansion?"
The old madam replied respectfully: "The owner of this room is a descendant of Duke Xue, the descendant of Ziweishe. There are a few people in the room, including the son of Feng Tang, the Shenwu Prize-winning Army, Jiarong, the direct grandson of Duke Ningguo, and a young brother from Rongguo Mansion."
Xianmei asked again: "Did the people from Duke Ning's mansion send the news?"
"Since Miss Mulan entered last year, there was no news on the second day. Later it was found out that Mulan had an affair with a long-term attendant of the Ningguo Mansion and died in Dou Fengxuan. So far, the Ningguo Mansion has never bought any maids from outside. Boy, our people can't get in. The people in Rongguo Mansion are also weak, and they can't find out Jia Rong's true situation."
"Do you believe it if you die for love?" Xianmei frowned slightly, nodded her head, and asked, "Is there any news about my junior sister?"
The old madam smiled and replied: "There is no news about the Buddha Mother. Maybe she went back to the main altar of Ping'an Prefecture."
After Xianmei heard this, she was upset and said: "She managed to escape from the main altar to Shenjing, how could she go back? Why did the church choose her to be the mother of the Buddha... Don't send anyone to Ningguo Mansion for the time being. Now, I'm going to get in touch with Jia Rong, who has been taught by the immortal."
The old bustard found a piece from all the signs, with the words 'Luo Rongan' written on the left and 'Three Thousand Liang' written on the right.
She said: "This man is the son of Luo Tai, the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou. How could he waste this good opportunity for a rumor that is not true or false?"
"Luo Rongan comes often, Jia Rong doesn't come often."
Xianmei left this sentence behind, stayed with a maid and walked upstairs.
How could the old bustard know what Xianmei was thinking. Last year, it was reported in Shenjing that Jia Rong had received guidance from an immortal. Although the believers in the sect were suspicious, they immediately sent Mulan in. As a result, Mulan died mysteriously, and then Jia Rong actually created heavenly objects, which made the followers of the holy religion think that Jia Rong was the reincarnated king.
If we could pull Jia Rong into the Holy Cult, wouldn't it be more important than contacting the son of a Yungui Jiedu envoy?
