When it got late, Ling Muyun ate some simple food and suddenly heard the sound of a piano outside the courtyard.
Not Ji Qin.
Ever since Tushan saw the so-called exotic customs, Ling Muyun had not enjoyed the pleasure of listening to music for a long time.
The sound of the piano aroused the restlessness in his heart.
Jia Nianxi is not interested in listening to music in Goulan. She prefers to read quietly.
Ling Muyun didn't know what else she could see after watching it for decades.
So, he felt relaxed and ran towards the hook fence.
The layout of the Longdong Goulan is completely different from that of the Northwest, and its name is even more high-end: Qin Tower.
In addition to tunes, singing and dancing, there are also various private rooms where one person can enjoy listening to music alone.
As for the fly camp dog dog inside, Ling Muyun naturally refused to miss it.
It's a bit expensive, but it's much cleaner than a group of people whistling and throwing glasses of wine at the stage.
Listening to music is an elegant thing.
Ling Muyun directly chose to go to the private room on the second floor. How could the small table downstairs match his long-awaited desire?
What's more, after Tushan listened to the music, he doubted his aesthetics. Every time he saw someone with plump and fat buttocks, he always felt that their appearance was acceptable.
A big teapot leads the way, orioles sing and swallows dance, Ling Muyun steps onto the second floor, and a couplet of dragons and phoenixes dancing on the wall pillars is quite freehand.
"A young man who doesn't understand the charm of crossing has to sing a song to Xizhou."
Ling Muyun paused for a moment, feeling that Poppy was referring to him by name.
Shaking his head, Ling Muyun entered the private room, which was fully equipped with screens, tables and lamps.
What made him extremely puzzled was that in the room, there was a purple jade tasseled imperial concubine couch with pink brocade, which was a bit eye-catching.
"Sir, do you want the Queen of Celebrities, or the Biyu Jiangnan? The First Class, or the Idle One? Or... the prostitute."
"What's the difference?" Ling Muyun was puzzled.
The big teapot was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face again: after celebrities, they are the family members of officials who have made mistakes, Biyu Jiangnan is a woman of ordinary status, the first one is a person with superior appearance and singing voice, and Idle time is The quality of those who have not yet been selected and booked is hard to say.
As for pedophilia, it is to satisfy those people with special fetishes.
In the Jin Dynasty, it was a good man's style, and it was not a shameful thing to say it.
When he first went upstairs, Ling Muyun encountered several men applying rouge and powder. Their skin was fair and extremely feminine.
"Oh?" Ling Muyun felt dizzy for a moment, and there were so many words said while listening to the music, which he had never heard before.
"You can just arrange it. There's no shortage of money." After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he threw out a piece of silver.
The big teapot caught it with a smile: "Master, give it to the younger one, I guarantee your satisfaction."
The big teapot got money and was very efficient in doing things. Not long after, he came with a woman holding a pipa and wearing a half-covered veil: "Master, do you like it? If you don't like it, I will change it for you immediately."
Just listen to music, care about elegance.
Ling Muyun nodded.
"I'm having a great time. If anything happens, just call me." After the big teapot finished speaking, he withdrew.
When the woman saw the big teapot coming out of the room, she took off her veil. For a moment, the jade was soft and the flowers were soft and ready to be picked.
"The little girl's stage name is Chunqin. May I ask what kind of music the young master listens to?"
The sound is like the sound of nature, so beautiful and moving.
"It's easy to be good at it."
He always listened to music at Goulan, but he never had it all to himself. Ling Muyun didn't know what song to order for a while.
I originally wanted to listen to a Xizhou song, but I always felt that there was a poppy standing behind me, so I gave up.
Chunqin was used to meeting merchants and officials from the north and south, and there were always many requests of all kinds, and this kind of random request was the most difficult to deal with.
When I say it’s casual, after all, it’s very casual.
As a geisha, I can perform well on occasion, but I can't do that thing where the luan and the phoenix sing together.
There are three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
"Not bad!" Ling Muyun praised Chunqin when he saw Chunqin's jade fingers tuning the piano.
"Prodigal." Chunqin strengthened his inner evaluation.
But things always turned around. I sang one song after another with "light folding, slow twisting, wiping and picking", but the young master opposite was only listening to the music and didn't even give in to a glass of wine.
"Young Master, it's still early, why don't I have a drink with you?" For a moment, Chunqin felt competitive.
Is it possible that my appearance doesn't catch the young master's eyes?
Besides, how could he spend money if he didn't drink? Without spending any money, why don't you get beaten to death by a big teapot?
"If you're tired, you can take a rest."
In fact, Ling Muyun's heart was in a different situation: happiness alone was not as good as happiness among others.
The song is good, but it lacks atmosphere after all.
However, compared to three people facing each other, having a few drinks is more interesting.
When you drink, you talk a lot, and women do the same.
Especially when he saw that Ling Muyun didn't move anything, he actually felt a trace of trust out of thin air.
"Master, I wonder where you want to go?" Chunqin's question was not inappropriate.
People of all colors gathered in Longdong, but it was rare to see people wearing far-flung attire.
And who among those who come here is not wearing Confucian attire? The worst thing he can do is look poor and miserable in Qingshan.
The person in front of me was dressed differently from ordinary people, and even his drinking demeanor did not look like that of a slut or a beast.
"Da Jin." Ling Muyun didn't hide anything.
"Oh? Can you pass Jingzhou?"
"Well, I'm going to Yiyang, and my old friend is here, and he plays the piano well."
"Can you go to Nanping?"
"No plans yet." Ling Muyun shook his head.
Chunqin pursed her lips, finally made up her mind, and untied Luo Shang, her hair like a waterfall.
"What are you doing?" Ling Muyun's blood almost burst out, but he still maintained his final restraint and hurriedly stopped him.
"Young Master, to be honest, I am the queen of the Long Kanghuan clan."
When Chunqin was stopped by Ling Muyun, she became more determined in her inner thoughts and told her life experience in one breath.
It turned out that Chunqin's original name was Huanqin, and she was the daughter of Huan Shiqian, the Longkanghuan family of the four major families of the Jin Dynasty, "Wang Xie Huanyu".
In the winter of the sixth year of Taiyuan, former Qin Sima Yan Zhen and Wu Zhong led their troops to attack Jingling.
Jin general Huan Shiqian, the prefect of Nanping, and Huan Shimin, a member of the Wei army, led 20,000 people by land and water to attack Qin generals Yan Zhen and Wuzhong.
The Qin army was defeated and retreated to take care of the city. However, he was accidentally captured and captured here.
Six years later, there is no news about his family. We only know that his father Huan Shiqian led the governor of Hedong.
"If you can bring me the news about me in Longdong, I...I am willing to pledge myself to you."
In addition to his trust in Ling Muyun, Qin Lou was also pressing hard. It wouldn't be long before he would inevitably switch from being an entertainer to selling himself.
Ling Muyun was stunned for a moment.
It's not difficult to bring a message, but this lonely status really makes people feel sad.
Especially what the beautiful woman said makes people feel the same.
"Take you away?" Ling Muyun asked tentatively.
"But according to the young master's orders." Chunqin bit her lower lip with her teeth and replied with difficulty.
The person who wanted to redeem his life was Ling Muyun, who brought the news that he might have a chance to return to the Huan family.
But whether he can persist until then is still unknown.
The lesser of two evils is better than riding with ten thousand men.
"Big teapot!"
Ling Muyun called the big teapot in and asked, "She will only sing to me from now on."
"Are you planning to hire a geisha?" Dachapot was very excited. Generally speaking, hiring a geisha is a big deal with a sky-high price.
"That's right." Ling Muyun scratched his head.
"It's a redemption." Chunqin added.
"Ah? Master, are you sure you want to redeem her?" Dachapot was shocked and continued: "Does Master know her identity?"
"Just found out."
"Sir, the rules of our business are that in addition to money, her identity must be guaranteed by someone!" Big Teapot did not look down upon her.
Ling Muyun was generous, and he also wanted to repay the favor and made his words clear.
"Do you still need someone to act as guarantee?"
"And he must be an official." The big teapot nodded.
"Is it okay, Lieutenant?"
"Lieutenant? Don't be joking. If he can really act as guarantee, what if he doesn't want the ransom money?"
Ling Muyun took out another ingot of gold and handed it to the big teapot: "Girl, keep an eye on it for me. I've asked Captain Zhang to come over."
The big teapot's eyes were shining, he took the gold, and said swornly: "Sir, I will treat you as if you are in this room, Chunqin, and only receive you."
