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Chapter 7
The white shadow of the moon was far away, like smoke and fog, leaving a vague void.
Still standing among the trees, the quaint Bieyuan has not moved a bit, but Huo Linfeng has lost his exploratory mind. He was disturbed, disappointed, and haunted by that ghostly figure.
Who is that?
Can't figure it out, can't figure it out, who is it?
Living in a different garden, and looking at the clothes, it must be an unusual disciple, and it is estimated that he is one of the palace masters. He thought carefully, Diao Yuliang was still young, could it be Rong Luoyun?
Staggeringly, a group of disciples came on patrol not far away, and Huo Linfeng heard the sound and turned to the back mountain to leave. Lengsangshan was so lonely and dark that he would stumble if he was not careful, but he continued the previous situation in his mind.
Mouth artists have said that the elder sister is a prostitute and the younger brother is a bandit.
Rong Luoyun's elder sister is the courtesan of the Chaomu Tower, which means that she has a beautiful appearance, so Rong Luoyun's appearance must not be easy.
At the foot of the mountain, it was time to head north when returning to the inn, but Huo Linfeng made up his mind and headed for the long river to the west.
Near the riverside of the ugly time, the building in the morning and evening is brighter than the daytime, the door is open, and the benefactors are like tides and concubines. Coincidentally, the singing and dancing day the shopkeeper said was tonight, and there was a lot of singing and dancing, and the dancers swayed their waists for a long time.
A ** crowd is surging, the age of the weak crown to the elderly, all rushed to blow a wide-sleeved fragrance. Yings and yans screamed, and the corners and corners were sore people's ears, but the corner of the fourth floor alone was a little lonely.
This is the upper room, the flower window is open, the bamboo curtain is pulled, and a moon-white figure swept into the room. He landed quietly, took the ignition slave familiarly, and walked over to the couch to light a three-colored lantern.
Only one, dark, far from the outside lights. But this man stopped ordering, opened the cabinet, picked a piece of fenugreek incense, lit it and put it into a small copper stove. After finishing his work, he moved to the bed and sat down gently.
The sound and color outside were confusing, but he was quiet, as if he had come to the wrong place. A lot of lotus steps came suddenly, and the lotus arm pushed the door open, revealing a face of calamity: "Luoyun, when did you arrive?"
The woman who asked the question was the oiran of Chaomulou, Rong Duanyu, and the second palace master of Bufan Palace, Rong Luoyun, was sitting beside the bed.
"Just lit the lamp," Rong Luoyun bowed, "You came here so quickly, have you been staring?"
Rong Duanyu smiled tenderly, how could the stinky man below be more important than his younger brother? She walked away, curled up like Nana, like a nine-day mysterious girl, who brought some food later.
The siblings sat around the table, a bowl of apricot cheese and a plate of ricotta, all of which Rong Luoyun liked. He ate by himself, his delicate ear cartilage moved slightly, monitoring the movement in the building. On this day of the month, there are many people, so he can feel at ease when he comes to watch in person.
He pursed his lips after eating the apricot cheese. Rong Duanyu said in disgust, "I'm not an unattended man. The handkerchief is better embroidered, so why don't you use it to wipe it?"
Rong Luoyun took out a piece from his sleeve and put it on his lips perfunctorily, very reluctant. Rong Duanyu burst into laughter, and stuck out a creed with his pale fingers.
Rong Luoyun took it, and the officials dispatched by the imperial court arrived and opened it up to take a look: "Huo Linfeng?"
"How is this person?" Rong Duanyu asked.
Rong Luoyun shook his head. He had never met before and didn't know, but the person who defended the border must have an iron fist. Abandoning the elite soldiers and iron cavalry of Saibei, he came here to bring a group of wine bags and rice bags. He guessed that General Huo was not feeling well.
Rong Duanyu asked again, "Do you want to explore the details again?"
Rong Luoyun said, "No need, when he takes office, the exact news from Chang'an will be sent."
He was tired, burnt out the notes, rinsed his mouth and took off his crown, and lay down on the bed with three thousand blue threads scattered. Rong Duanyu made a silk quilt for him, and touched his cheek again: "Sleep, it's going to be a lively night, I'll call you if I have something to do."
Rong Luoyunyi closed his eyes in confusion, obviously a notorious madman, but curled up sideways in a childish manner.
The door was closed, Rong Duan Yulian moved slightly, and met a gentleman holding a piano on the porch. The shepherd sings in a hoarse voice, but gold and jade are flying all over the sky, and he has to quickly ask for a reward when he puts down his qin.
Rong Duanyu lowered his head and looked down, and the men of Wu Yangyang piled gold and jade to hold the sister on the stage, which was very lively. How many men begged her to show up, but she turned a deaf ear and went to the back kitchen to make soup for Rong Luoyun.
The building is extravagant, and the outside is gorgeous.
The long river was crowded with people, and a black shadow slipped into the painting boat, it was Huo Linfeng in night clothes.
The boat was in full swing, and General Huo blushed when he heard it. "I'm sorry." He said silently, then tore off a coat, put it on, and walked into the Chaomu Building with his head held high.
Huo Linfeng was stunned for a moment, and among the sensual dogs and horses, he threw a wink, and the nephrite jade came close, and in just a few steps, his body was covered with the fragrance of fat and powder. He sat down and looked around, the porch was crowded with people, those who were drunk and throwing flowers, those who were twisting and shaking fans, and there was a lot of style.
I have never climbed Xiaochuntai in Saibei, but I have entered the Chaomu Building in Xiganling. If my father and elder brother know about it, I am afraid that both the military staff and the bones will be discounted.
Suddenly there was a coquettish cry: "Such a suave brother, why do you drink alone in silence?"
Huo Linfeng's flesh tightened, and asked Sister Lang Dang'er to take her shoulders, stiffening slightly. This brothel is divided into categories, and this one is a prostitute who sells her body. He said expressionlessly: "I heard that the beauty of the Chaomu Tower is worth life and death. I'll see it today, but that's it."
The little prostitute changed color, twisted the willow waist and left, and after a while, a gentleman came again. Huo Linfeng glanced at him, and the maid, who was only skilled in art, was holding a pipa, and he was a little ashamed to look at him.
He said, "She looks like a girl, looks like a sour soup in the kitchen, and plays the pipa."
When the shepherd heard this, he was so embarrassed that he burst into tears, and the surrounding people immediately swarmed with pity and cherishing jade. Huo Linfeng's eyes were cold and waveless, and he untied the brocade cloth, which contained a total of forty ingots of silver with a hundred taels, a total of 4,000 taels.
He whispered: "I think the body of the brothel is dirty, four thousand taels, find a good appearance and sing a song, do you have any?"
These words are humiliating and provocative, but they are also very tempting. The maid in charge came to flatter her: "Young master, don't worry, if there is no Peugeot sister in the Chaomu Building, how can there be any beauty in Jiangnan?" After saying that, he clapped his hands, "Call Miss Baoluo."
Huo Linfeng listened to the discussion, and it seems that this "Bao Luo" is a famous person. After a while, Bao Luo walked to the table, covered her face with a fan, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes like apricots, and swayed lightly, making all the guests drunk.
Huo Linfeng glanced at it: "It's good on these apricot eyes, but unfortunately, I'd rather take a bite of fresh peaches than chew a basket of rotten apricots."
Bao Luo was stunned and almost dropped her fan. Seeing this, the maid came to her side again, all beauties who were hard to see on weekdays. Huo Linfeng's lips were like swords, causing Yingying Yanyan to dizzy.
"Oh, son!" The maid wiped her sweat. "Young master, what do you like? Chu waist or breasts, jade girl or Mei Niang, what are your instructions!"
Huo Linfeng first entered Fengyuechang, pretending to be a ruthless guest, how can he understand so much? Hearing this for a long time without answering, the back of the ear was faintly hot. The old maiden approached and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, do you want a servant?"
Huo Linfeng was startled, and said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, if you can't show the beauty, that's all!"
The grandmother thought for a moment, so many people in the audience watched, how could Chaomulou lose its reputation. "Go," she stroked her chest, gathering momentum, "Please ask the oiran Duanyu girl!"
Ding men all over the building exclaimed, and they all looked at it with their necks raised, and people were already coveting before showing their faces. Huo Linfeng was a little worried, waiting, and suddenly exclaimed in his ears. He raised his eyes and looked at the graceful figures in the corridor.
The maid screamed in a hurry, but Rong Duanyu was calm, leaning on the railing and looking down, at a glance, he saw Huo Linfeng surrounded by him.
The two faced each other from a distance, and Huo Linfeng was surprised, but the woman in Fengchen looked like a daughter of a wealthy family. When Rong Duanyu came out, he could see clearly that his eyebrows and eyes were really similar to the shadow of Yuebai.
Could it be that that person is really Rong Luoyun?
Rong Duanyu came to pour the wine: "What song do you want to listen to, son?"
Huo Linfeng was stunned, and pushed the four thousand two: "The Hua Kui is good at it."
The grandmother was busy collecting her burdens, and Rong Duanyu put on her skirt and took the stage, borrowing the pipa of the Qing maid. In the middle of the building, you can listen to the needles, all of them hold their breaths and stare at the oiran singing.
In a corner of the fourth floor, Rong Luoyun had a dream in the hustle and bustle, but suddenly he was quiet, but he suddenly woke up.
He got up and lifted the veil, he got out of bed with his hair down, and walked to the door barefoot. Recognizing Rong Duanyu's singing, he pushed open the door to enter the corridor, leaning on the railing and bowing his head, his hair poured out, covering half of his face.
"Lygolia is curcuma... mourn for my parents..." The song is "Lygoe".
Others watched the beauty, and he was the only one who listened to his voice and sang "Nanshan Rhythm", and his heart was suddenly sour.
Huo Linfeng poured another cup, wondering why Rong Duanyu sang a sacrificial song. Lifting his neck to drink, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure on the fourth floor, the moon white robe, but only took off the silver silk crown.
It's him?!
At the end of the song, the people around him were full of praise, and he was dragged by his grandmother to ask for praise."Very good..." He said perfunctorily, and then raised his head, the man at the railing was nowhere to be seen.
Fake and real, vague like a dream.
He suddenly felt lost and asked, "What time is it?"
I don't know who said, "It's almost time."
It was almost dawn, Huo Linfeng turned around and walked out, and everyone behind him became lively again.He walked out of the Chaomu Building, returned the robe, and then slowly returned to the inn.
The Chaomu Building with six corners and six sides gradually rubbed shoulders with him.
A cold wind suddenly came, and a plume of ash plume fell from the sky. He raised his arms to catch it, and realized it was a handkerchief.It's clean, with a touch of yellowish spring ginkgo leaves embroidered in the corners, smelling it, lingering with a touch of hengwu incense and a hint of milk.
Enke's?girl's?
He didn't know, and he didn't bother to guess, so he put it in his arms and took it away.
The flower window on the fourth floor, Rong Luoyun nestled on the couch and dreamed another dream, with his arms on the edge of the window, and the wind blew his wide sleeves.
The author has something to say: Huo Linfeng: Four thousand liang listen to the song, happy.
Lu Zhun: Are you okay, devil?