Late at night, Wen Xiuyun returned to her boudoir a little tired. There was a wine shop that she went to accompany her until now.
Wen Xiuyun took off her beautiful long skirt and took off the accessories on her head. She sat in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the bronze mirror, feeling lost in thought. She seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and her pretty face instantly turned red, reaching her neck.
"Miss, the hot water is ready. Let's soak it first to relieve fatigue, right?"
"Ah! Oh, okay."
Unlike other singers, Wen Xiuyun did not live in Jinxiu Pavilion, but in a small independent courtyard behind Jinxiu Pavilion. Everything in the yard, from the houses to the furnishings, is arranged according to her preferences. This is her little nest.
The maid Xiaobi is Wen Xiuyun's fellow villager. She is three years younger than her and is fourteen this year. Although she was young, her hands and feet were nimble, and her appearance was pitiful. Wen Xiuyun was worried that she would suffer a disadvantage, so she insisted on asking her to come here to avoid being pushed out early to interact with customers.
After taking off all her makeup, Wen Xiuyun entered the bathroom wearing a layer of gauze. She stretched out her hand to test the water temperature. It was suitable. Then she took off the gauze and soaked herself in the bathtub.
"Miss, I mixed the soul vanilla today, hehe, I don't know how fragrant it is after washing it!"
"Use the soul herb sparingly, otherwise next month Mother Chen will complain about me spending too much money."
"Hmph! Mother Chen is so stingy! How much money does the lady make for the store? She can't bear to part with a bit of soul vanilla. I don't like her!"
Wen Xiuyun patted Xiaobi's head lightly and said with a smile: "One penny of soul vanilla is worth one hundred taels of silver, and a bath costs at least three yuan. Do you think it's cheap? If it weren't for practicing, I would have thought that this bath To wash away your guilt is to throw money into the water."
Xiao Bi, however, disagreed and replied unconvinced: "What! I always put four dollars for you to mix in the bath water, Miss. It's important for Miss to practice kung fu. Only when you have a higher level of cultivation can you be judged to a higher grade, so you can Earn more money, and even as long as the lady can reach the third rank, Mother Chen won't dare to blackmail you with a contract."
"Third rank? Haha, it's not that easy. And even if you reach third rank, you can't tell what it will be like."
Generally speaking, as long as the singer reaches the third level, Hualou's control over the singer will be greatly weakened. Even a singer of this level can easily redeem herself, which is a way of relief that many singers dream of.
It's just that most of the third-level singers are from large-scale flower houses. The backstage of such flower houses is extremely tough. Even if the singers reach the third rank, they don't dare to escape easily. At most, they will have more choices.
After all, the third-grade singer is a cash cow, who is willing to let her go easily?
"Miss, you are a little strange today."
"Where is it?"
"You came back much later than usual, and you were stunned for a long time when you were taking off your makeup, with a shy look on your face. Could it be that you met a handsome man today?"
Although the two have a master-servant relationship, because they are similar in age and fellow villagers, they are usually more like sisters, and they don't have much scruples in speaking.
"Ouch! You damn girl, what are you talking about! Watch out, I'll hit you!"
"I won't let you hit me! Miss, you are blushing again, there must be something wrong!"
Wen Xiuyun's face became even redder because she was soaking in the bathtub without any clothes on and it was difficult to capture the little girl.
"Miss, tell me, who did you meet today?"
"...a weirdo."
"Weird? What kind of weird method? Does he look strange or speak strangely?"
Chatting about the men who appeared in front of Wen Xiuyun like a revolving door was a private conversation between master and servant. Wen Xiuyun had rarely been so hesitant today.
"That's the commander-in-chief of the Black Flag Battalion in the Xuanqing Guard, Shen Hao."
"Wow! Miss, have you seen Shen Hao?! I saw a beheading in the East Market that day, but I was afraid so I didn't go. I heard that the person who supervised the beheading was Mr. Shen. Some people said that he had eyes like copper bells and was eight feet tall. He has a ruler, his arms are thicker than an average person’s waist, and he still has a gaping mouth and a set of sharp teeth that can scare people to tears just by looking at him! Is it true?”
"Pfft! Nonsense! How can someone look like this! Mr. Shen Qi is very young, better looking than most of the young men I have seen, and he has a heroic aura about him, and he speaks very nicely... ...Ouch! Why are you laughing! If you laugh again, I won’t talk about it!”
"I'm not laughing. I'm really not laughing. Miss, please tell me quickly. Since Mr. Shen is so good-looking, why is he a weirdo?"
"Humph, he's also a weirdo even though he's good-looking. As soon as I came in, he used his energy to get rid of the charming charm radiating from me. It was as if he was worried that I would harm him."
"Wow! There is such a person? Then why is he going to Jinxiu Pavilion? Is he a junior brother?"
"Bah! If you keep imitating Mother Chen, I will really beat you!"
"Hehe, keep talking, miss."
"Later, I performed for them. After the first song, everyone else agreed, but he just smiled and said nothing, with a "that's it" expression on his face, which made people very angry."
Xiao Bi frowned when she heard this and said in dissatisfaction: "It's really damnable. Miss Shen is so good at piano and singing, but that person surnamed Shen doesn't know the difference?!"
"I was a little annoyed at the time, so I asked him if he was dissatisfied with my music, but guess what he said?"
"How to say?"
"He said I sang very well, but my singing was a bit poor."
"Then what song did you sing tonight, miss?"
""Tonight's Farewell", "Dream of Hanshan" and "Don't Forget".
"What?! These three songs are the masterpieces of Meng Qianxun and everyone! They sound so good. Is Shen Hao deaf?"
Seeing Xiao Bi being so excited, Wen Xiuyun also smiled. Of course she knew that Meng Qianxun and the others were the singers Xiao Bi admired the most, so she nodded and said, "Yeah, I almost got so angry that I scolded him, so I asked him why He doesn't think these three classic songs are good to listen to, so what good songs does he have to share?"
"Ah haha, right, right, right, does the guy surnamed Shen have nothing to say now?"
Xiao Bi even imagined Shen Hao's deflated appearance in her mind and smiled happily.
But Wen Xiuyun shook his head and said, "The blame lies here. He really has a song that is better than the three songs "Tonight's Farewell", and it is much better. It is even the best among all the songs I know." One song, no one."
"Huh?! No, Miss, I didn't hear what you just said?"
"I said, he really has a song that is better than the three songs in "Say Goodbye Tonight", and it is the best song I know so far."
"This is impossible!"
"Huh, don't believe it?"
"I do not believe!"
"Okay, I'll play it to you after I finish taking a bath."
Half an hour later, Wen Xiuyun was wearing gauze clothes, with her hair disheveled, looking lazy after taking a bath, and her face was flushed. Then I saw her sitting in front of the piano, her hands gently putting on the strings...
The tune sounds lonely and cold from the beginning, as if a woman is taking a walk by the river in the cool autumn. Although the scenery is charming, the woman has a lot of thoughts in her heart.
As Wen Xiuyun's singing started to sound, Xiao Bi opened her eyes wide and looked horrified at the beginning of the first line:
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade mat in autumn. I undress my clothes lightly and get on the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent brocade books?
When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness, and two places of leisurely sorrow.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
...
Ps: "One Cut Plum", author: Li Qingzhao. Song: Faye Wong version
