"Hibiscus Tent" 17

Yin Zhong worked very quickly. Early the next morning, before it was bright, he sent a maid who had some skills outside the Muxiang Pavilion.

The maid's name is Yun Xiu. She wears a short-sleeved Hufu with a silver dagger on her waist. She hangs around outside Muxiang Pavilion every day, making her very eye-catching.

It didn't take long for this matter to spread throughout Tianshui Lane.

It is said that there is a new girl in Huaxianglou, Niao Na Pingting, who is comparable to a fairy, but she only serves Prince Lu alone.

People's curiosity is so strong. As soon as this word spread, the business of Huaxianglou was actually better than ever. People spent a lot of money to get a glimpse, and even spent a night to get it. Unfortunately, it was all in vain. And return.

As a result, people followed their opinions and described the person from Muxiang Pavilion as a thousand-year-old fox and a thousand-year-old monster, which made people feel itchy.

Facing the man who was whistling at the caged parrot, Qin Yi touched the tip of his nose and said: "According to Yunxiu, drunk people forcefully break into Muxiang Pavilion every now and then, or they pretend to go to the wrong house. What's going on? There are all the excuses I made up, and I can write them down in a storybook."

The whistle was interrupted, and Lu Jiuxiao turned sideways while holding the parrot with sporadic feathers: "Don't care who it is, just stop it."

"Eh." Qin Yi nodded heavily.

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The days flew by and it was March 18th.

Today is the last birthday of Meng Jingheng, the son of the Minister of Household Affairs, before getting married.

Lu Jiuxiao arrived at Baixi Tower as promised. As soon as the maids on both sides raised the curtains, they saw Meng Jingheng hugging a girl tightly and not letting go. He was about to burst into tears. It was as if we had said goodbye today and would never see each other again in this life. of.

The girl's name was Qiu Huan, and she was Meng Jingheng's best friend. She had occupied a place in his heart for so many years.

Meng Jingheng was reluctant to say: "Qiu Niang, if you meet someone who is willing to treat you well, then marry yourself, okay?"

This theater is not a brothel, but a theater with serious families. Most of the girls in it did not sell themselves here, but the world is difficult and they have to devote themselves here to survive.

If you want to leave, it's not difficult.

Qiu Huan started to cry softly and sobbed: "Young Master Meng is married, can't you bring Qiuniang into the house as well? Qiu Niang does not ask for anything else, but she is willing to serve at your side, even if she is a slave." .”

As soon as she finished speaking, the fingers clasped around her waist jumped.

"Ahem." Meng Jingheng picked up the wine bottle, shook his head and said, "I will not let you go if I wrong you."

Look, this is the man.

Meng Jingheng did have her in his heart, but it was just the slightest bit careless. He said it was difficult to leave her, and it was too troublesome to put her in the house.

After all, the flowers outside are the most colorful, delicate and don't cause any trouble.

Seeing that Qiu Huan was about to cry again, Meng Jingheng hurriedly changed the subject, looked at Lu Jiuxiao who had been losing interest since he sat down, and said with a click of his tongue: "Hey, what's wrong, Prince Lu?"

Before Lu Jiuxiao could reply, Tang Mian, the son of Taipusiqing on one side, shook his wine cup and said, "Tsk, maybe the girl here is not as popular as the one from Huaxianglou."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the audience laughed.

Who doesn’t know about Muxiang Pavilion?

Lu Jiuxiao looked at him and raised the corners of his lips with a sneer, but did not refute.

While everyone was joking, there was a "crack" at the other end, the bead curtain swayed slightly, and a woman in a feather dress came in.

Well, here comes the heartbreaking news.

The seat was silent for a while, and then the woman in feathers came to Lu Jiuxiao's side and blessed everyone. Her voice was like a handful of water squeezed out of the clouds. As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt numb and numb, making people feel numb. The bones are soft.

"Fennel sends my regards to you gentlemen."

After saying that, she faced Lu Jiuxiao alone and whispered: "Your Majesty."

Fenxiang is the living signature of Baixi Tower. Her song "Fragrant Boudoir" narrates the sufferings of a promiscuous woman and is famous in Kyoto. She also has a tender and gentle appearance. How many people listened to her song and went on to

I spent a lot of money to get it but to no avail.

She is really hard to meet, let alone serving wine.

It just so happened that he was willing to serve behind Lu Jiuxiao. It was really heartbreaking.

Lu Jiuxiao softly said "Hmm", and Fenxiang sat down beside him familiarly, taking the initiative to take over the work of pouring wine and peeling fruit. Only Lu Jiuxiao was willing to part with those ten green and jade fingers.

Therefore, some people said half teasingly and half enviously: "Only if you are lucky enough to be blessed by Prince Lu, can you meet Miss Fenxiang."

Fenxiang said coquettishly: "Young master, I don't dare to say anything."

As she spoke, she shyly handed the peeled grapes to Lu Jiuxiao's mouth. When the man lowered his head to suck it in, his thin lips accidentally touched her fingertips. He raised his eyes slightly and glanced at her.

Fenxiang blushed immediately, full of shy love, lest he didn't know it.

After drinking for three rounds, Lu Jiuxiao leaned lazily on his seat. There were not many sober people at the table.

Meng Jingheng was still complaining on the other end that his family forced him to get married, and he was spouting word after word. He was so drunk that he couldn't piece together a complete sentence.

Lu Jiuxiao pinched his eyebrows and was about to stand up to leave when Fenxiang grabbed his arm.

"Your Majesty, are you leaving? You haven't been here for a while, and you haven't listened to my new songs either." Such a delicate and timid appearance made it difficult for people to refuse.

Seeing that there were drunks everywhere, Fenxiang boldly sat on his lap, hugged the man's neck, shook it, and said in a long tone: "Your Majesty..."

Her fingertips slid down from Lu Jiuxiao's neck, causing an itch. How could she be singing?

Seeing that the man did not push away, her index finger slid across the side of her neck, hooked over the collar, and finally stopped when it landed on her waist.

Fenxiang lowered his head and asked curiously: "Why isn't the prince wearing a safety buckle today?"

Lu Jiuxiao was stunned for a moment, and raised his eyebrows slightly. Not sure what he was thinking of, he suddenly raised his hand and patted Fenxiang's arm, "Go down."

Even though she didn't want to, Fenxiang also knew Lu Jiuxiao's temperament. He was not as talkative as he looked, but in fact he was cold-hearted.

She had no choice but to get up and let him go.

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The evening breeze in March is refreshing, and the faint scent of grass and flowers seems to soften people's bones.

Although Shen Shiting didn't have to serve others, for Shi's mother, serving Prince Lu had to be more caring than serving others.

What you should learn is to play the piano, sing, and dance to please.

When Lady Miao taught her to sing and dance last time, she discovered that she was really not good at it.

Yes, this kind of singing and dancing has been a pleasure for the rich and powerful since ancient times. Girls from serious families only learn embroidery, guqin, calligraphy and painting and other elegant things. How can they learn these?

So Miao Niangzi circled her twice, put the cattail leaf fan in her hand around her waist, and tapped her calves twice, and said: "Those who learn to dance must have a soft waist, otherwise the dance will not be able to perform well."

Make it graceful and graceful.”

After saying that, she raised her head and asked, "Have you ever practiced doing the waist splits?"

Shen Shitiao shook his head, of course not.

Why is she doing this when she has nothing to do?

Miao Niangzi shook her head and sighed. Most of the girls who are really delicate and soft start to train at the age of seven or eight. It is really too late to wait until the age of fifteen or sixteen.

Thinking about this, she pulled over a dancing girl, pointed at her and said to Shen Shiting: "Watch carefully and learn."

I saw that the dancer had one leg across the table, her upper body was bent down, and she could easily reach her toes with both hands.

This posture was really not elegant, so Shen Shiting hesitated, then reluctantly crossed her legs under Madam Miao's forcing gaze.

Just when Miao Niangzi was thinking of pressing her back, she saw that she had already grasped her toes, and her legs seemed to have no bones and straightened out.

Before Mrs. Miao could marvel at how talented she was, the little girl said anxiously: "Are you ready? Is that so?"

Lady Miao responded, and Shen Shiting hurriedly stood up straight and pulled her sleeves.

Outside the boudoir, Yunxiu was looking through the window pane, taking in every move of the people inside.

Yun Xiu has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and she was surrounded by either women who were not like women or men who were tall and thick. Before she was sent to Huaxianglou, she was still looking after the family and nursing home in Xiyuan.

I have never seen a girl with such a squishy waist since I was a child, so my eyes widened and I almost lost my mind.

Until two light coughs came from behind her, her back stiffened for a moment, and she quickly stood up straight.

She looked at the three masters and servants and called the prince respectfully.

Lu Jiuxiao glanced over her head and saw that Madam Miao was supporting Shen Shitai's waist with one hand, and the little girl's bones were made of someone who didn't know what they were made of, but she was bent in half...

Shen Shiting was lying upside down like this, feeling that her breathing was uneven, and her face turned red from holding back. When she was about to speak out, she caught a glimpse of the familiar dark red corner of her clothes.

The sole of her foot slipped and she almost fell.

Fortunately, Mrs. Miao was able to hold her with quick eyes and hands. Before she had time to ask, she knew the reason and pulled the dancer to retreat in a hurry.

Shen Shiting gasped a few times, and suddenly straightened up, causing her breathing to become a little rapid. Before she could speak, someone poked her waist with the handle of a fan.

The man's voice was slightly drunk, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Don't you have any bones?"

The two pokes he made were extremely painful, and the little girl frowned slightly and said nothing.

Lu Jiuxiao raised the corners of his eyes, "I'm asking you something."

Shen Shitiao bit her lip and said softly: "It's grown."

"Yeah?"

He raised his voice slightly and added, "Let me take a look."
To be continued...