"Let me just say that my surname is Wang. He is about thirty or so, more than seven feet tall, with slightly high cheekbones, even sideburns, and a weathered face. He rides on a horse with a straight back!" The slave said this and scratched his head. Back of the head: "By the way, he rides that horse really well, which is rare even in the West Market!"
"Riding a good horse, with a weathered look on his face, he is Jin Renwen's friend again!" Liu Yuanzhen's eyes lit up, and he patted his palms lightly: "Take him to the flower hall and ask him to wait for a while. I will come after a while. arrive!"
"Here!" the slave responded, and as soon as he turned around, he heard Liu Yuanzhen's voice again.
"Forget it, you take him to Xiaoman's yard, I'll wait for him there!"
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Refreshing green light filters through the finely polished river clam shells inlaid on the top of the patio. Breezes gently blow in from the outside platform, bringing in the fragrance of flowers and fruits in the garden.
Xiaoman gave a hunch, stretched out her fingers painted red with impatiens juice, lazily picked up the round fan on the table, shook it twice, and drove away the two bees above her head. She didn't like this. The buzzing sound of these insects made her sleep restlessly, and in her dreams she recalled things that she should have forgotten long ago.
"Little Man Girl, Little Man Girl!"
A panting voice came from outside the courtyard wall. Xiaoman raised his head and saw the fair face of his master, the book boy.
"What's wrong? The master is coming over?" Xiaoman sat up from the brocade couch, her light red silk robe slipped from her shoulders, revealing her bare white chest. She was satisfied when she saw the book boy quickly lowered his head, his cheeks flushed, which made her Xiaoman felt a special joy in her heart. She picked up the wine glass and drank the remaining wine in it: "Didn't he go to the palace last night? Did he get up so early?"
"A distinguished guest is here, and the master plans to entertain him at your place!" The book boy still lowered his head and talked to himself: "The kitchen will bring wine and food later. The master has said that he just wants to have a few private words with the guest. Son, you don’t have to wait on others later, I’ll just do the hard work for you, Xiaoman!”
"Oh, I'll dress up right away!" Xiaoman immediately understood the implication of the book boy's words. As a dancer, she belongs to the owner just like the flowers and trees outside, the yard, hunting dogs, horses and other things in the mansion. the property of. For example, hunting dogs can be used to chase prey and horses can be ridden, and they also have corresponding uses. Whenever the host wants to get some important information from a special guest, he will play his own card. She has never seen a man after drinking wine keep his soft words secret. Pass.
With the help of the maid, Xiaoman washed her makeup, selected jewelry and clothes. As the makeup was completed, she felt that her blood was burning. She liked this feeling, just like a warrior about to go to the battlefield - she felt that she She is also a warrior, but her weapons are not swords and crossbows, but soft words and dancing.
"This is it, Wang Canjun, please come in! Please wait a moment, the master will be here soon!"
Xiaoman heard the voices coming from the window and knew that the guest had arrived. She walked to the bronze mirror, looked at the impeccable face in the mirror, and smiled proudly: "Xiao Man, you must be the winner tonight!"
What a beautiful garden! Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Wenzuo sighed.
For the people of Chang'an at that time, the courtyard was an extremely important part of life. Enjoying the cool air in summer, throwing pots in autumn, and enjoying the snow in winter were all inseparable from the courtyard. Chang'an people are not stingy about spending money on decorating their own courtyards. The small pond, rockery, grape trellis, seats, stone tables, and pergola are carefully arranged in the courtyard in front of you. It is obvious that Liu Yuanzhen spent a lot of money here.
"This Liu Neifu really knows how to enjoy life!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile. He stretched out his right hand to push aside the branches. This small shrub should have withered in this season. He must have used some means to increase the temperature. Keep your yard green in winter.
"Xiao Man has met Lang Jun!"
The girl's voice was clear and graceful, like a stream flowing in the valley. Wang Wenzuo turned around and couldn't help but be stunned. The woman in front of him was wearing a green dress, with a pony bun, a gold walking stick, and her naked body Her feet stepped on the stone slabs, and the sunlight shone on her hair, which was as graceful as poetry. For a moment, Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.
Seeing the reaction of the man in front of him, Xiaoman was secretly happy. This was a good start. Judging from the appearance, this man should come from the border area and was not used to the life and death of Chang'an. All he needed was a wink, a smile, and a few times. A touch, a hint of ambiguity can break through its defenses.
"My name is Xiaoman, and I am here to serve my husband!" Xiaoman pinched the corner of Wang Wenzuo's clothes and made a leading gesture: "The master will be here soon, and let Xiaoman accompany you for a while!"
"Thank you!" Wang Wenzuo didn't pay much attention to the small movements of the woman in front of him. He sat down on the stone bench. Xiaoman poured a glass of wine for Wang Wenzuo and said with a smile: "Looking at the accent, you are not a native of Chang'an, right?"
"That's right!" Wang Wenzuo nodded: "I have a mission to come to Chang'an!"
"It turns out he's an official!" Xiaoman said with a smile: "It's less than a month until the Lantern Festival. It would be great if Mr. Lang could stay until then!"
"Shangyuan Festival?" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help but think of the polo team and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Is the Shangyuan Festival in Chang'an different from other places?"
"It's naturally different under the Emperor's feet!" Xiaoman's eyes shone with yearning: "Not to mention anything else, the Emperor will have fun with the people every Lantern Festival, including lantern viewing, polo matches, and various acrobatics. Yes, the only one in the world that can compare with Chang'an is Luoyang!"
"Polo match? Polo is also played during the Lantern Festival in Chang'an?"
"Of course there is!" Xiaoman's eyes flashed with a look of "you ignorant country boy", and then disappeared: "And the nobles in the palace will also participate, and the emperor, queen, and prince will also come to watch in person. , Jinyi is like clouds, horses are like horses, how can it be compared to other places?"
This time the disdain in the girl's eyes did not escape Wang Wenzuo's eyes, but he didn't pay too much attention to it and just smiled nonchalantly: "If that's the case, then you should stay and broaden your horizons!"
As the conversation progressed, Xiaoman was surprised to find that the man in front of him was becoming increasingly difficult to see through. It was not that this man was not good at women, on the contrary, this man's eyes glanced at his face, chest, legs and hair from time to time. , but there is no desire to take it as his own, more of just praise and appreciation, which makes Xiaoman more and more curious about the origin of this man.
"Where does Mr. Lang come from?"
"Where are you from?" Wang Wenzuo smiled. The Chinese wording of the woman in front of him was a bit strange, but this was not surprising. Chang'an was one of the world's most cosmopolitan cities at that time. There were hundreds of thousands of Hu merchants in the city alone. He himself It’s not surprising to meet one or two: “I am originally from Shandong, but I came from Baekje this time!”
