The breeze is gentle and the blue waves are rippling.
A beautifully decorated boat, hung with lanterns, was parked among the lush green lotus and red lotus roots of a lake.
The music on the boat was melodious, the singing was melodious, and the people were singing and laughing. It was so lively.
The hall on the first floor was full of guests.
On the stage, there is a voluptuous woman, dressed in colorful feathers, dancing.
However, the guests in the hall all looked at the girl sitting in front of the table behind the special curtain, lowering her head and playing the piano.
The girl behind the bead curtain was hazy and couldn't see clearly, but it made many men fascinated and unable to take their eyes away.
Just a song and dance.
A girl in a light yellow dress walked onto the stage and spoke with a smile on her face.
It turns out that a poetry meeting is being held on this painting boat today.
The people sitting in the hall seats are all talented people and beauties from Kyoto and all over the country.
at the same time.
A small boat approached the boat.
The guard standing at the railing of the painted boat immediately noticed the boat. Seeing that the boat did not sail away, but slowly approached the painted boat, he quickly shouted: "What are you doing?
The boatman who was punting the boat turned around and said: "Two guests, this boat belongs to Miss Tang. Today Miss Tang is holding a poetry meeting on it. You can't get in without asking."
Nangong Meijiao walked out of the boat, stood on the bow of the boat with a cold face, looked at the painting boat in front and said: "Who is Miss Tang?
The boatman quickly replied: "It is said that my family is a high-ranking official, and Miss Tang's boat often travels on the West Lake and Jingxin River, so we all know each other. I don't know the specific situation."
Nangong Meijiao ordered: "Keep approaching and ignore him."
Seeing that she was so powerful, the boatman didn't dare to say anything more, so he had to hold on to his bamboo pole and continue to let the boat approach slowly.
The few guards on the ship were about to scold them harshly, but they saw that the girl standing on the bow of the ship was luxuriously dressed, had an extraordinary temperament, and her appearance and figure were impeccable. Even the oiran on the ship was inferior to her. Quite a few, so I didn’t dare to be careless.
Several people looked at each other and whispered: Are they friends of the young lady?
Just when he was about to call Ya Zhen, who was not far away, to inform the young lady, one of the guards suddenly pointed to the boat and said: "I know that young man, and the young lady personally invited him to board the boat last time.
Seriously? Did you see clearly?
I saw clearly that the young master was very handsome and seemed to be a master of civil affairs. He brought several beautiful family members on board the ship. I was particularly impressed.
That should have been invited by the young lady. Even if the young lady didn't invite her, it doesn't matter. If the lady knew about it, she would definitely let him on the boat. Let's go, let's go to meet them, otherwise the side of the ship is too high, and they... Huh?
Several people were about to go to meet them when they suddenly saw the beautiful girl with a good figure. She jumped directly from the small boat onto the side of the ship with a light jump. She was very stable after landing.
"That woman is a warrior.
Several people stopped,
One of them hurriedly said: "It's better to go and inform the lady. You guys can watch and I'll come back as soon as I go. Okay."
At a gathering of literati, it is most taboo for martial artists to enter.
If a warrior suddenly wants to hurt someone, it will be troublesome.
They can't afford it if any talented person makes a mistake.
Nangong Meijiao jumped onto the big boat, turned around, looked down at someone standing on the bow of the boat and said: Do you want to come up?
Luo Qingzhou stood at the bow of the boat and said, "I want to."
The corners of Nangong Meijiao's lips curled up slightly: "Call me Sister Jiao."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Aren't you called Lime Heroine?
Nangong Meijiao's face darkened: "Don't mention these four words in front of outsiders!"
Then he added, "Lime is a hidden weapon, how can you let others know about it?
Luo Qingzhou said: "Isn't it because of shame?
Nangong Meijiao's eyes widened: "What did you say? Try saying it again?
Luo Qingzhou stretched out his hand and said: "Sister Jiao, pull me.
Nangong Meijiao looked at him coldly and said sarcastically: "If you have the guts, just continue to be mean.
Luo Qingzhou said: "I have no spine, Sister Jiao, pull me up quickly.
When Nangong Meijiao saw the guards approaching, she snorted coldly, stretched out her hand to pull him, but suddenly retracted her hand, took out a purple handkerchief from her body, wrapped it around her jade hand, then stretched out her hand again and said: "Hold on."
Luo Qingzhou took advantage of her hand.
Big hands hold small hands, and you can feel the warmth of each other's skin even through the silky handkerchief.
Nangong Meijiao paused and stared into his eyes for a few seconds. Fang Meng used force and pulled him up.
Luo Qingzhou fell next to her, staggered and almost fell.
"Fool.
Nangong Meijiao sneered, unwrapped the handkerchief on her hand, held it between her two slender jade fingers, and asked: "Do you want this handkerchief? If you don't, I will breastfeed you. If you touch it, I will definitely not do it." Want it again.
Luo Qingzhou took a look and said: "Throw it away, I'm not a woman, why do I need a handkerchief.
Nangong Meijiao still held the handkerchief between her two jade fingers, looking at him coldly, without speaking or throwing it away.
The uncle who was punting the boat stopped the boat, raised his head, and looked expectantly at the girl's handkerchief fluttering in the breeze. Seeing that she was reluctant to throw it away, he couldn't help but said: "Girl, can you throw the handkerchief away?" Give it to the younger one. The younger one will take it back to my mother-in-law and daughter.
"roll."
Nangong Meijiao glanced at him with a cold look.
"okay!
Without any hesitation, the uncle immediately punted and left in despair, without daring to look back.
"Then...I still want it.
Luo Qingzhou stretched out his hand.
Nangong Meijiao sneered: "It's so reluctant, I'd better throw it away.
He said throwing it away, but his slender fingers did not loosen it.
Luo Qingzhou took one look at the expression on her face, reached out decisively, grabbed it, and said: "Throw away the waste and give it to me.
Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes: "How do you want to use it?
Luo Qingzhou put the handkerchief into his arms and said: "My stomach often hurts, I can help you when I go to the latrine next time.
Nangong Meijiao clenched her fist.
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At this time, a surprised woman's voice suddenly came from behind: Mr. Luo, it is indeed you!
Nangong Meijiao turned around and looked,
A woman wearing a light yellow dress came over with a smile and surprise on her face and said: "I forgot to leave the young master's address last time. I thought I would never see him again. Young Master, please come in quickly."
When Luo Qingzhou saw the person coming, he was stunned for a moment, then he cupped his hands and said: It turns out to be Miss Tang's boat. I just passed by in a small boat and heard that the boat was quite lively, so I wanted to come up and have a look. I didn't expect to meet Miss Tang.
Tang Yan'er smiled and said: It's indeed a coincidence, which shows that the young lady and Mr. Luo are very destined.
She originally had a lot to say, but when she saw that the girl next to the boy seemed to have a bad look on her face, she quickly smiled and said: "Mr. Luo, this is...
Luo Qingzhou said: "My young lady.
Tang Yan'er was stunned for a moment and said: "Young Master Luo is not..."
She immediately stopped talking and said with a smile: "Oh, please come inside and talk.
Luo Qingzhou explained: "My young lady's surname is Gong. After I came to Kyoto, I taught at her house. The weather is nice today, so I went to the West Lake with her to play."
Tang Yan'er smiled and said: "That's it. Miss Gong looks like a young lady from a wealthy family. I wonder which family she comes from?"
She thought about it carefully, and it seemed that the Gong family in the inner city had not heard of it.
Is it from the outer city?
Nangong Meijiao said calmly: "A small family, a small family, not worth mentioning.
Tang Yan'er saw that she seemed unwilling to say anything, so she smiled, and without asking any more questions, she led the two of them into the hall and chose an empty seat.
The maid immediately brought snacks and tea.
Tang Yan'er smiled and said: "Master Luo, what a coincidence. We are holding a poetry meeting and the title of the poem has just come out. Do you want to participate, Master Luo?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "Just sit down and watch the excitement for a while.
Tang Yan'er looked at him deeply and said: "Master Luo, Miss Hua Yue is here today too. Miss Hua Yue liked the two poems Mr. Luo wrote last time. Especially the last poem that Mr. Luo left. The song written for the Moon Painting Girl [The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this moment]. The Moon Painting Girl especially liked it and kept it close to her. If the Moon Painting Girl knew that the young master was coming today, she would be very happy. The title of the poem just now, It was also written by Hua Yue Girl. If the young master could compose a song, he would be able to secretly surprise Hua Yue Girl.
When Luo Qingzhou was about to speak, his foot under the table was suddenly caught by a foot and crushed hard. He quickly said: "Miss Tang, I'm really sorry. I don't have any inspiration right now. I really can't do anything." come out.
Tang Yan'er said: "Young Master has not heard the title of the poem yet, how do you know you can't compose it?
Luo Qingzhou glanced at the opposite person, and when he was not sure how to answer, Nangong Meijiao suddenly said: "What poem title? I usually like poetry, maybe I can help him compose one."
Tang Yan'er glanced at her in surprise and said with a smile: "The title of the poem is [Autumn]. In autumn, there are no restrictions on poems and songs. Miss Gong can give it a try.
With that said, Ya Zhen brought some pen and ink and put it on the table.
Luo Qingzhou said: "Well, Miss Tang, you go ahead and let my lady think about it for a while, and I will help her grind the ink later.
Tang Yan'er smiled and said: "Okay, Miss Gong has finished writing and can give it to Ya Zhen directly. If you two have any other needs, you can also tell Ya Zhen directly.
After saying that, he took his maid and said goodbye.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt the foot stepping on his foot under the table, squeezed it harder, and quickly explained! "On our way to Kyoto last time, we took Miss Tang's boat. At that time, my mother-in-law, The eldest lady and the others were all there, and that’s when Miss Tang and I met. There was a poetry meeting on the ship at that time, and Miss Tang didn’t accept our boat fare. I was embarrassed, so I wrote two poems and kept them. Me and Tang The girl has no ambiguous relationship, and I have had no contact with her since that day. The reason why I came here today is just because I came here occasionally and wanted to visit the West Lake. I can swear that it was definitely not because I knew in advance that she was holding a poetry festival here. She just came after a meeting. You heard what she just said, we just met by chance..."
Nangong Meijiao was sitting opposite, with a cold and pretty face as pretty as a flower, her feet under the table were deep in his. She listened to his explanations and looked at him quietly. After he finished his explanation, Fang raised his eyebrows and said, "You and me?" Why am I explaining so much? Does it have anything to do with me?
Luo Qingzhou said: "Aren't I afraid that you will misunderstand me and then go back and talk nonsense to the second lady?
Nangong Meijiao sneered: "Do I look like a person with a long tongue?"
Luo Qingzhou glanced at her pink mouth and was about to nod when his feet suddenly hurt. He had to pick up the ink stick, grind the ink and said: "Princess, write a poem quickly, I will grind the ink for you.
Nangong Meijiao glared at him and said: Be careful, the walls have ears, call me miss.
"Oh, miss.
Luo Qingzhou doesn't care
Nangong Meijiao pretended to pick up the pen, dipped it in ink, frowned and thought seriously.
Luo Qingzhou couldn't help but said: "Miss, can you loosen your feet?
Nangong Meijiao raised her head and said: "What feet? Can you not disturb this young lady's thinking?"
Luo Qingzhou didn't speak anymore, raised his other foot, stretched it under her skirt, and also placed it on her other foot.
Nangong Meijiao froze immediately, then raised her head and looked at him, paused, and said coldly: "Looking for death?" Luo Qingzhou said: "What's wrong?
Nangong Meijiao narrowed her eyes and said, "Take your stinky feet away?"
Luo Qingzhou looked puzzled and said: "What foot? Miss, please write a poem quickly, Ya Zhen is already rewinding the paper."
Nangong Meijiao raised her head and took a look. Sure enough, the two maids were unwinding the papers.
She quickly lowered her head and began to meditate.
Under the table, the two of them overlapped their feet, each stepped on one, and did not move any more.
Nangong Meijiao suddenly looked at him and said: "You read it, I'll write it." Luo Qingzhou: "???"
Nangong Meijiao suddenly exerted force on her feet, one foot facing his foot and the other against the ground, and said: "Do you want to read it?
Luo Qingzhou nodded and said: "Read it."
Nangong Meijiao immediately dipped it in ink again, her eyes fixed on the rice paper in front of her, and her two little ears stood up.
Miss, do you want poems or lyrics?
Luo Qingzhou suddenly asked,
Nangong Meijiao thought for a while and said, "Let's do poetry. I like poetry."
Luo Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said: "Okay.
After that, he read directly: "The blue sky, the lotus leaves on the ground, the autumn colors, the cold smoke and green on the waves...
Nangong Meijiao wrote quickly and finished it in one go. When Luo Qingzhou read out the last sentence, she had not finished writing.
When the little girl who was winding up the rolls came over, she said "cough", dipped in ink, and wrote the last sentence seriously, then picked up the rice paper and blew the ink dry on it. Read it carefully.
The little maid came over, took a look, and said with a smile, "The girl hasn't signed her name yet."
Nangong Meijiao woke up and quickly put the rice paper on the table, picked up the pen, thought about it, and wrote her name: "Gong Meijiao.
The little maid collected the rice paper and left respectfully.
In the wing behind the stage.
Tang Yan'er was talking to Huayue who was wiping the xylophone.
She did not immediately tell Hua Yueluo that Mr. Hua Yueluo had just boarded the ship. She decided to give the girl a surprise later.
Tang Yan'er said a few more words before going out.
After the door was closed, Hua Yue suddenly stood up, bowed to the maid in green who was packing books at the table and said, "Miss, why are you here? What happened at the bottom of the lake?
Qingyi Yazhen picked up a book, opened it and looked at it. Her originally dark pupils suddenly turned scarlet, and she said calmly: It's okay, I'm here to see someone.
