To Shen Yuanqiong's surprise, shopkeeper Deng of Guanhe Tower brought the news as promised. A few days later, on the night of the full moon, Jiang Youyi, the courtesan's wife, held a private banquet in Linhuxuan "Yueyuan", with no outsiders at the table. . Jiang Huaqi received guests like a dragonfly, and it took no more than half an hour at most. He welcomed and sent them to someone else overnight. Deng Yuanxiang did not say how many favors he had entrusted or how much property he had given away. Shen Yuanqiong guessed that the price must be high.
On the appointed day, Deng Yuanxiang went to Chunshen Inn in person to invite him, and they took a carriage to Linhuxuan. At that time, the dusk was already thick, the lights were feasting, and there were all the dignitaries, wealthy guests, and scholars coming and going. The romantic boat was not tied to anything, and only the Golden River and the Milky Way could carry it. Otherwise, it would be stranded among the moss and green tiles, and no one would care about it.
When shopkeeper Deng of Guanhe Tower arrived, Mo Yoshi, the owner of Linshui Tower, gently pushed open the flower window and took a look. The room was as warm as spring, and there were exquisite wines and dishes on the table. The two beauties were gorgeously dressed, playing the drum and the harp, and singing softly, weeping and complaining. For the sake of the current prince, Mo Yoshi agreed to shopkeeper Deng's request. The friendship of the superior could only be used once. He was a little curious, what kind of distinguished guest was worthy of Deng Yuanxiang's use of the coffin book?
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the lights were as bright as day. When Mo Yizhi saw Shen Yuanqiong, many people had seen him in decades, but his appearance made him shudder, and he turned back, unwilling to look again. Second glance. When he was traveling around the world in his early years, Mo Yishi had seen countless desperadoes who killed people like crazy and used extremely cruel methods to cover up their inner cowardice. However, the world is unkind, and there are only a few people who are born butchers and have no regard for life. His hands were stained with blood and his heart was calm. This was exactly how Shen Yuanqiong made him feel.
The words that were spoken were like water that was thrown out and could not be taken back. Mo Yoshi lowered his head and thought for a while, raised his hand to stop the beauty from playing and singing, called a confidant and gave some instructions. The young man showed a slightly surprised look and hurriedly left to go to the backyard to take care of it. Without any time, the guards in fine clothes dispersed into Linhu Pavilion, guarding the key points, loose on the outside and tight on the inside. Security is tight.
"Yueyuan" is unique among Linhuxuan. It is managed by Jiang Huakui, and there are no idlers. Under the flower tree, a little maid with pretty features had been waiting for a long time. When she saw the distinguished guest coming, she took the initiative to greet him and called herself "Shui Ma'er". The little servant who led the way calmly and silently retreated, with a smile as bright as a flower and a well-spoken conversation, which made people feel like sitting down. spring breeze. Deng Yuanxiang asked casually and learned that the name "Shui Ma'er" was given by Jiang Youyi. He admired her a little more and felt that this oiran lady was not just her appearance. He ordered "Shui Ma'er" to greet her. The pun is just right.
"Yueyuan" is full of flowers and trees, exquisite and elegant. It is as large as a cloister house, as small as a table and a chair. It is all arranged just right, revealing a state of mind of "after seeing the prosperity and returning to the ordinary", which makes people calm down and bow. When I asked myself, I felt ashamed. From the moment he stepped into the "Yueyuan", Shen Yuanqiong sensed the aura of heavenly Taoism, which was vague and elusive. He looked at the serving maids and maids with bright eyes, and he didn't notice anything strange for a while.
The two of them sat down in the flower hall. There was a subtle sound of running water under their feet, and heat slowly rose through the blue bricks. Deng Yuanxiang secretly marveled that this was a enjoyment only available in the royal palace. Iron pipes were used to guide the boiling water, which curved and hovered under the bricks. In the middle of winter, the water dripped and turned into ice outside, but the inside was as warm as spring, as if it were another season. The owner of Linshui Pavilion did not have such a big deal, so it must be Jiang Youyi and Jiang Huakui. This woman spent a lot of money, so her origin must not be simple. Brother Shen wants to spend a spring night with her, but I am afraid it is wishful thinking. ….
After drinking tea, wearing a jingling ring, Jiang Youyi walked out slowly, with the fragrant wind blowing against her face. She was a beauty with all kinds of charms, trying her best to be beautiful. Although Deng Yuanxiang is a bad old man, he is as new as an ancient well without any ripples. At this moment I couldn't help but be stunned, and I felt pity for him. There is no false person in the reputation, and Jiang Huakui is indeed the most popular, and no one in Linhuxuan can match her. Fortunately, she stayed in Jiannan City. If she appeared in the imperial city, she would have been regarded as a forbidden concubine by the dignitaries and would have been included in their pockets.
Jiang Youyi had seen the guests and sat down to accompany them. Her eyes were gleaming, her words were full of smiles, but she was a little curious in her heart. She had known that today's guest had used a huge amount of kindness. The owner of Linshuixuan could not refuse, so she could only agree to it, without having to deal with it. Even with a bunch of dandy boys, she was happy and free. The two distinguished guests are one surnamed Deng and the other Shen. The old one is the shopkeeper of Guanhe Tower and has a close relationship with the nobles in the palace. The younger one is the son of a jeweler. His family fortune has declined and he is empty-handed. He returned to Jiannan City this time. I don’t know what happened. Intend. Based on the background of these two people, she couldn't figure out why he would spend a lot of money to see her.
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Shen Yuanqiong looked carefully for a few times and frowned slightly. This woman was clean from head to toe, without any trace of Taoism. What he sensed was not this woman, but someone else. Jiang Youyi glanced at him, keenly aware that he was a little absent-minded, and said with a smile: "The appearance of the willow tree in the slave family is not in the eyes of Mr. Shen, so I feel ashamed. I hope that Mr. Shen will forgive me..." Deng Yuanxiang was slightly startled when he heard this. If you still can't look down on the beauty, how high is Brother Shen's vision? It is said that once the spring night comes, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd? But I heard him say calmly: "Jiang Oiran is both beautiful and artistic. She is famous in Jiannan. She is a stunning beauty in the world. There is no need to belittle yourself."
Deng Yuanxiang's heart skipped a beat, this is what he said! People fight for a breath, Buddha receives a stick of incense, Jiang Huakui is proud and arrogant, how can he swallow this breath! As expected, Jiang Youyi's smile faded slightly, and she sighed: "The beauty in the world is stunning, and time flies by in a blink of an eye. Mr. Shen travels all over the world, but has he ever had the chance to see the grace of an immortal?"
Shen Yuanqiong said, "Would you like to see Jiang Huakui with your own eyes?"
Jiang Youyi laughed unconsciously, held her hands in her hands and said, "I have my wish, but I don't dare to ask for help. I hope Mr. Shen will fulfill my wish!"
Deng Yuanxiang originally planned to sit down for a while and then excuse himself and leave, leaving Shen Yuanqiong to answer the oiran alone. At this moment, listening to the two people's exchanges, he felt itchy and unbearable. Brother Shen is a disciple of the Taoist sect, and he works for the sect. By chance, maybe Having really seen the immortal, he hesitated for a moment and decided to sit for a while and watch the changes.
Shen Yuanqiong took a sip of tea and slowly talked about the day when he was sipping tea at the Zhu Skull Tea House. Jiang Oiran's carriage passed by, accompanied by a white horse and a dragon. Is there anyone else in the carriage besides Jiang Oiran?
Jiang Youyi was quite surprised and didn't know what this matter had to do with him. After thinking about it for a moment, she said, "Except for the water horse, there is no one else in the car."
Shen Yuanqiong glanced at her and said, "Jiang Huakui's words are not entirely true, and he is hiding something."
Jiang Youyi covered her mouth and seemed to be smiling, with a hint of slyness in her eyes as she said, "Master Shen is so sure, can you give me an explanation? Hehe, I didn't know there was a third person here!"
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