Youshi, Pingkangfang, Baihua Pavilion
In the flower hall on the third floor of Baihua Pavilion, a figure with a lily bun and a lavender skirt was sitting on the main seat of the flower hall.
This figure is about twenty-eight years old, with fair and shiny skin, an oval face, and a pair of big eyes, which is very charming.
This girl is pure yet charming, yet charming yet has a hint of bookishness. The combination of these contradictory temperaments makes this girl even more charming and incomparably beautiful.
This woman is the oiran of Baihua Pavilion, the dancing fairy Jiang Luoyi.
In fact, there have been many rumors about her in Chang'an City in the past six months. Some people say that she was born into a noble family and was a descendant of Jiang Shang, Duke of Qi during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
There are also scholars who have met him and say that she can charm people's hearts and that she is the reincarnation of the fox fairy.
There are even more outrageous claims that she is an orphan of the Li Tang royal family.
Of course, most people in Chang'an only regarded these rumors as something to talk about after dinner, and no one took them seriously.
At this time, Jiang Luoyi was holding a chess book in his left hand, and his right hand was hanging over the chessboard, clicking on something.
If you get close, you can spot this girl, holding a white seed on her green-white jade fingers.
The main reason is that this woman's skin is so good that under the illumination of the light, it actually shines like the white chess piece, which makes people unable to see clearly for a moment.
If one were not in a brothel, anyone looking at this scene would feel that this was a lady raised in a boudoir.
At this moment, the door of the flower hall was pushed open by a maid wearing a bun.
Jiang Luoyi was awakened by the movement at the door. He looked up and saw his personal maid Dieyi walking in with a tray in both hands.
The maid Dieyi smiled and said to Jiang Luoyi:
"Miss, the poems and essays delivered to the pavilion today are all here. Please take a look at them."
Saying that, Dieyi walked up to Jiang Luoyi and gently placed the tray on the table.
Hearing this, Jiang Luoyi nodded towards Dieyi, then pointed to a box of pastries on the table and said:
"Thank you for your hard work. This box of pastries is from Majia Shop in Dongshi. You can take it and eat it."
Dieyi's eyes lit up when she heard this. As a senior foodie, she can be said to have a special liking for the pastries of Majia Shop in Dongshi.
"Dieyi thanks Miss."
After saying that, she picked up a piece of pastry from the food box and ate it with a smile on her face.
Jiang Luoyi smiled when she saw this, then picked up a poem from the tray and started reading it. However, she frowned as soon as she glanced at the poem.
Seeing this, Dieyi on the side still puffed out her cheeks and chewed the cakes.
I have long been used to this. After all, the young lady has often shown such expressions in the past six months.
Sure enough, not long after, Dieyi saw the young lady reaching out and throwing the poem into the charcoal basin aside.
After a while,
There was a huge layer of ashes in the charcoal basin, but only one poem was placed beside her.
Seeing this, Die Yi also made a judgment in her heart. It seems that the leader tonight is probably the poem beside the young lady.
Just as he was thinking about this, the door of the flower hall was pushed open again, and a beautiful woman in a red skirt with red hairpins on her head came in waving a beautiful handkerchief.
As he walked, he smiled in Jiang Luoyi's direction and said:
"My dear Luo Yi, thank you so much for your hard work."
Hearing this, Jiang Luoyi looked up at the woman and said:
"Sister Zheng, are you here to pick up today's Kui poem?"
The beautiful woman was none other than Zheng Chuer, a long-famous courtesan in Pingkangfang during the Wude period.
When Zheng Chuer was here in Pingkangfang, he was also a well-known and honest man with many fans. Later, he got older. Of course, the age mentioned here is actually in his twenties.
After all, the average courtesan is only twelve or thirteen years old when she debuts. After spending five or six years in a brothel, her career is over. Who makes this industry so competitive?
But unlike others, Zheng Chuer did not find a wealthy fan to marry like other courtesan, but used all her savings to open Baihua Pavilion.
Since she was born as a poor woman, she was very good to the girls in the building.
Moreover, Zheng Chuer also promised all the stewards that Baihua Pavilion would never force the stewards to comb their hair, unless the stewards voluntarily did so.
This is also the reason why Baihua Pavilion can quickly attract a large number of people from the Qing Dynasty to this place.
Zheng Chuer smiled coquettishly when she heard this, then sat next to Jiang Luoyi and said:
"As expected of Luo Yi, you can see my sister's thoughts at a glance. Luo Yi, please understand my sister's difficulties. You don't know that the guests in the building are going crazy now, waiting for you to announce today. Where’s the late leader?”
Hearing this, Jiang Luoyi picked up the poems on the tray, shook them, smiled and said:
"There are still these two articles. Sister Zheng, please wait a moment."
Zheng Chuer nodded slightly when he heard the words, and from the corner of his eye, he happened to catch sight of the poem lying next to Jiang Luoyi.
Zheng Chuer picked it up without thinking, and read the poem in a low voice while reading it.
""lotus""
"Fragrance for a greasy face feels like a feeling. Nothing in the world can compare to lightness."
"Xiang Fei came to the pond after the rain and saw crystals in the jasper plate."
"Ya Qing Residence on the second floor, Changsun Chong."
Zheng Chuer covered her mouth and pretended to be surprised:
"Oh, I didn't expect that the legitimate son of the Changsun family would be so talented in literature. This is so greasy, and it belongs to Concubine Xiang. This is not writing about lotus flowers. It is clearly expressing my love for my family Luo Yi."
Hearing this, Jiang Luoyi glanced at Zheng Chuer pretending to be angry.
Dieyi put down the pastry at this time, walked to Zheng Chuer, glanced at it twice, and then said to Zheng Chuer:
"Sister Zheng, this poem is indeed good, but it probably wasn't written by the eldest son of the Sun family. He should have found someone to write it for him."
Hearing this, Zheng Chuer glanced at Dieyi angrily and said:
"I have been here in Pingkangfang for so many years, and I have already figured out these dandy boys in Chang'an City. I have long known that Changsun Chong asked Cui Sanlang of the Qinghe Cui family to write it for him, but so what, I only want money. , I don’t care if he is a ghostwriter, besides, he can’t beat Luo Yi in chess, calligraphy and painting, so what do we have to fear?”
When Jiang Luoyi heard what the two said, he sighed, then threw the poem he had read into the charcoal basin, then picked up the poem in his hand, shook it and said:
"The last one."
As she spoke, her eyes fell on the last poem, and then her whole body froze as if a restraining spell had been cast on her.
Zheng Chuer and Dieyi were waiting to hear the next chapter. After waiting for a long time, they didn't see any movement from Jiang Luoyi. They turned around and saw Jiang Luoyi's eyes were dull and his hands were trembling as he read the last poem. He couldn't help but crane his neck out of curiosity. , looking towards the poem.
Then Zheng Chuer's eyes suddenly widened, with an incredible look on her face.
Dieyi was slightly less culturally accomplished than the two of them, but she thought the words on the poem were quite beautiful, so she was stunned for a while and then started to read softly.
""The Theory of Love of Lotus", the most lovely flowers among water and land plants are even sweet flowers. Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums. Since Li and Tang Dynasties, the world has loved peonies very much. I only love lotus, which emerges from the mud but is not stained, and washes the ripples without being evil. It is straight in the middle and straight on the outside, with no vines or branches. The fragrance is clear from a distance, and the pavilions are clean and planted, so you can look at it from a distance but not play with it."
"I call chrysanthemum, the hermit flower; peony, the rich and noble flower; lotus, the gentleman. Alas! The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard after Tao. Who can share the love of lotus? The love of peony. Love is for everyone!"
"Ya Qing Ju, Qin Ming, on the second floor."
"Qin Ming? Who is this Qin Ming, Sister Zheng? Have you heard of it?"
