Chang’an’s First Beauty

Chapter 5 taste

The folk customs of the Jin Dynasty were open, and they always like to buy spring collectively.

When Lu Yan and others arrived at Pingkangfang Nanqu, the sky was still bright. As soon as I walked in, I saw many literati, who were already obsessed with talking about the graceful figure behind the curtain.

Sun Xu is a frequent visitor here. When the old bustard saw him coming, he immediately squeezed out of the crowd, walked over and said, “The official is here.”

With this voice, the **** the second floor that provokes all looks toward the door—

Between the red lights, there is a man who stands out in the crowd of people in the brook.

He was dressed in a moon-white gown, with a large black cloak over his head, a jade crown, and a palace tie, all around him, a look of elegance and grace.

Such rare guests could not help but make those well-informed girls also interested.

The eldest mother’s eyes are so sharp. She only glanced at it and knew that this is not an ordinary master. She laughed and said, “Dare to ask a few officials, are you sitting in a hall or setting up a private table? ”

The popular point of this is to ask, are you here to enjoy singing and dancing today, or to find a girl to spend the night?

Sun Xu touched the tip of his nose.

If it is on weekdays, he would probably fall into a dream with his arms around Wenxiang, but today is different. Anyway, Lord Lu also went out to drink with them for the first time. He had to listen to what others said, and said, “Where do you want to sit?”

Lu Yan didn’t change his face, and looked at the grandmother openly, “Is the top card today?”

When these words came out, Zheng Jingzhao and Sun Xu’s eyes doubled.

The two of them really didn’t expect that this noble son would be good at playing.

The first name of Wenxiangyuan is Yunzhi. Not only the poems are good, but the dancing skills are also superb. There is a rumor-as long as you have eaten her glass of wine, there will be no man who can stand him up.

When Lu Yan clicked Yunzhi, the old bustard was overjoyed, thinking that he was here admiringly, and quickly said to a little girl: “Go, call Yunzhi down for me, and say there are noble guests.”

…

The three of them entered the small courtyard, and as soon as they sat down, the maids served exquisite wine utensils and all kinds of dishes to go with.

Following the pipa minor tune, I saw several charming and graceful girls picking up the bamboo gauze and walking in staggeringly.

After they were seated, they played the liquor order as usual.

All of these girls are experts at night. Not only are they brilliantly literary, but they are also interesting. They say two lewd words from time to time, which immediately caused a rush of heat in the room.

The red candle flickered in the room, Yun Zhi looked at the suave-faced man beside him, secretly joyful, and couldn’t help taking the initiative a bit.

She leaned close to him, and deliberately breathed into his ear: “If the official doesn’t like to play these, then the slave will give you a dance, okay?”

Ordinarily, after hearing such words, the old iron tree is also blooming, but this Lord Lu alone does not see any redness in his ears.

He only stared at Yun Zhi’s eyes.

Lu Yan gave birth to a pair of peach blossom eyes. At first glance, they looked like romantic and passionate, but when you look closely, you will find that they are full of the sophistication and nobleness of the famous family.

The thin feelings are hard to hide, and the alienation is full.

But with such a pair of eyes, Yunzhi’s heart that had been tempered for a long time was immediately taken away from one-third of his soul.

She raised her hand to pour a glass of wine, handed it to him, winking like a silk: “This dance is over, if the official is satisfied, please dry this glass, is it OK?”

Lu Yan took it, glanced at her, and said nothing.

Yunzhi got up with a smile and faded away from Wai Shan. She hooked him with her eyes, wishing to do her best to dance in front of him.

But every time she worked hard, Lu Yan’s eyes darkened.

In less than a moment, patience was lost.

He secretly squeezed the cup in his hand and was extremely dull. He never expected that he looked at Changan Pingkangfang’s most famous head card in agitating posture, but he didn’t feel the least.

It doesn’t feel at all.

It was completely different from when I saw the third girl of the Shen family.

He “clicked” and put the cup on the table.

Seeing his movements, Yun Zhi thought he was dissatisfied with his dancing wrists, and stared at Lu Yan in a daze, and said, “But the slave is not good at jumping?”

The two people at Lu Yan’s side were talking about it, so they didn’t want to leave early, so they raised their cups, drank them, and said to Yunzhi, “No, you continue.”

Hearing this, Yunzhi’s entire face was flushed, and his heart was sore and swollen.

She had to see that he really didn’t mean anything to herself.

Doing the math, today can be said to be the first time she feels so embarrassed since she became the top card.

After dancing a song, Yun Zhi didn’t dare to make a sound anymore.

Instead, he pours him honestly, so he drinks two glasses one after another.

Almost an hour later, there was a sudden wind outside, and the squally windy doors and windows were hunting and it made people chill.

Drinking his head, Zheng Jingzhao blushed, looking far away, and said quietly: “Why is it snowing again?”

Sun Xu looked outside and agreed: “Since it’s snowing, let’s come here today, otherwise there will be a curfew and the road will not be easy to walk.”

Zheng Jingzhao nodded repeatedly, and immediately, all three of them stood up…

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I don’t know whether it was the problem with the wine yesterday or the wind on the way back.

When Lu Yan woke up, he had a splitting headache, his eyes turned blue, and his voice became dull.

He raised his hand and pinched the Adam’s apple, and the dream he had spent the night flashed in his mind.

Then the whole person was angry and laughed.

He actually replaced the face of yesterday’s top card with hers. It was obviously the same dancing posture, and for some reason, it suddenly changed his taste.

It was like a glass of plain white water, turned into a throat-scorching liquor.

It’s **** crazy.

Today is the day of rest. After Lu Yan went to invite his grandmother, he sat alone in the study, coughing lightly from time to time.

The eye sockets were swollen, and even the book in his hand could not stand.

Upon seeing this, Yang Zong hurriedly brought him a cup of hot tea.

Lu Yan took it, tipped the tea lid, and just took a sip, he heard Yang Zong say: “This tea is just bought by the princess from Meng’s tea house in West Market.”

Lu Yan had drunk well, but when he heard the word “Xishi” and the tea was over his throat, he couldn’t breathe well, he coughed hard, and immediately became blushing.

I have to say that sometimes thinking of someone alone is like coughing.

Forbearance is unbearable.

After Lu Yan clutched his chest and stopped, he suddenly realized that he couldn’t go on like this anymore.

He knocked the tea lid in his hand crisply on the rim of the cup, and said dumbly: “Prepare the car, I’m going to the West Market.”

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Yesterday’s snow has not stopped, the road has been icy, and some shops have closed early.

When he reached the Baixiang Pavilion, Lu Yan’s footsteps stopped abruptly.

Snowflakes continued to fall on the umbrella surface, making a rustling sound. Yang Zong looked up and was startled in his heart.

Why is someone… stuck in front of Baixiang Pavilion?

Song Jian leaned against the door frame and smiled at Shen Zhen hippiely: “If the three girls are willing to kiss me, I will buy the box of rouge gouache in front of you. You don’t have to pretend to be high, I know you are short of money.” Song Jian was the only son of the wealthy businessman Song Mo, and one of the most famous dudes in Beijing.

Qingxi was in front of Shen Zhen, “Our girl doesn’t do business with people like you.”

Song Jian sneered and laughed, “I am such a person, what kind of person am I?” After speaking, he waved to Qingxi again: “Hurry up, how can you speak.”

He pushed Qingxi away and forcibly took Shen Zhen into his arms, “Good sister, you ask your brother to kiss him, and your brother will double the price for you. Who can you buy this price?”

Shen Zhen had been prepared for a long time, and when he was touched, she immediately pulled out the pearl hairpin on her head and stab him at him.

Song Jian was blocked, but she still stabbed the back of her hand.

Shen Zhen’s black hair fell away and fluttered in the wind.

Against the backdrop of the white snow, she was like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world and lost her spiritual power.

The red and stubborn eyes glowed, instantly extinguishing Wang Jian’s fire.

He was kind to persuade him, “Shen Zhen, it’s the eighth day of the new year. I pity and cherish the jade. It may not be the person who made money at the Jin’s money shop. You are so stubborn. By the tenth day, you and your brother will suffer. When the time comes, you will be crying. Those debts of your Shen family can be paid by me. Who else can you ask for besides me?”

After that, he rolled up a strand of her hair again.

The last ray of sunlight of the day was submerged in the depths of the flowing clouds in the seven quarters of Shen Shi. Lu Yan grabbed the umbrella in Yang Zong’s hand and suddenly clenched it, his knuckles faintly whitening.

He strode forward, grabbed Song Jian’s neck by the back, and pulled hard. The ground was too slippery, and Song Jian couldn’t help staggering backwards, and fell into the snow outside.

Before Song Jian could see who was yin him, he heard the door of Baixiang Pavilion shut with a “bang”.

He got up, yelling, and ordered his entourage to smash the door in, but before he could finish shouting, he was gagged by Yang Zong.

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Lu Yan closed the door and looked at Shen Zhen.

He stared at her, from top to bottom.

Suddenly, her eyes fixed on the plain white sachet on her waist. On the sachet, the word “Zhen” was clearly embroidered.

The things in the dream appeared in front of him one by one.

A faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, a fateful smile.

Maybe God is suggesting to him that those weird dreams and the past lives that Taoist priests said are true.

He kept his mouth shut, only poured his money on the table with a “crash”, looked at Shen Zhen’s eyes, and said dumbly, “Is it enough for me to buy a box of these money?”

Shen Zhen was in the same place, suddenly feeling very embarrassed.

She has never been ashamed of trading sympathy.

But today is different from the past. The pride of her daughter of the Hou Mansion is nothing compared to the money in front of her.

She couldn’t sign the contract, nor could Shen Hong sign it.

She suddenly lowered her head, bit her lip, held back her tears, and kept fiddled with the money on the table with her thin white fingertips, and said with a trembling voice: “My lord has given too much. These are enough.”

As shrewd as Lu Yan, how could she not know what she was thinking?

“Last time I took a fan from you by mistake. If I read it right, the Junan Water Pavilion on the fan was painted by Mr. Chun Zhi. His pen and ink are worth the money.” After that, he looked at Shen Zhen again. : “Tomorrow, I will send someone to pick it up.”

Lu Yan turned around, and as soon as he put his hand on the knocker, Shen Zhen chased to the door and whispered, “Thank you, Master Lu.”

He stiffened his back and said dumbly: “Don’t thank me.”

no need to thank me.

Shen Zhen, you really don’t have to thank me.

If Lu Yan wanted you, I would be more shameless than them.

The author has something to say: Mr. Lu really has a lot of money.