Dad, this seems to be the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 39 Fragrance and Tea

Sun Yue originally wanted to keep a low profile. He really simply admired the brothel culture of the Song Dynasty and came to observe and learn a lot, but he didn't want to be criticized by this young man.

In fact, most of the people who came to see Yang Rong were blocked in the first stage of the Qilou poetry competition. If the poems are not good, they will pay more. You go up, but those who can go upstairs with the first poem are indeed extremely rare.

So with the voice of Brother Young Master, quite a few of the literati below are really fighting against each other.

They didn't suspect that Miss Yang Rong was really humiliating this young master, but they really couldn't believe that they had been studying hard for many years, and they couldn't even compare with a little doll.

To say that since Miss Yang Rong lives in Yuanjie, the main customers are naturally those scholars from the Taiyuan Academy and the candidates who came to Beijing to rush for the exam. Most of them are young and energetic. It's hard to tell the good from the bad. Seeing Sun Yue's age, even if they don't say anything, they are probably thinking about the same as this young master.

So everyone gathered around under the leadership of Mr. Zhang, wanting to see what this childish child could write. Mr. Zhang had a dark thought in his heart, even if it was really good, I would say it was not good. .

Sun Yue smiled and didn't pay attention to him. She just walked away casually so that they could see what she wrote clearly. After thanking the little girl, she returned the pen, but ignored the group of scholars who found fault, and went straight to the office. up.

Only that young master, with his eyebrows twisted and his big bitter gourd face as if Shuang had beaten an eggplant, was dumbfounded for a long time, and he opened his mouth wide but didn't dare to say the fault.

"It's not that I love Fengchen, but I seem to have been mistaken by my predecessor. When the flowers fall and bloom, they are always the Eastern Monarch. When you go, you have to go, and you can live no matter how you live. If your head is full of mountain flowers, don't ask where you will go."

Is this a word written by a child?Just kidding me!So haven't I been reading on dogs for more than 20 years?
The writing of this poem is first-class, and more importantly, the artistic conception, 'It's not love of Fengchen, it seems to be misunderstood by the predecessor. ' Every sentence is like a small knife piercing into Miss Yang's heart. No wonder Miss Yang can't wait to see him just because of this poem.

"Young master, a poem can only be written by one person, you two friends..."

Sun Yue laughed loudly and said: "These people came here because they had unreasonable thoughts about Miss Yang. We three young people are here to really come and see people. Why can't we be accommodating? Those guys want to Picking up girls, so of course we have to do everything according to the rules. The few of us just want to see the world. The three of us plus one piece are less than thirty, so I can be considered as one person. I will write two more poems in a while Make it up, lead the way."

The little girl smiled slightly when she heard the words, she has been in prostitution for ten years, and she has never seen such a young guest, maybe she has a good impression of him, and she actually invited him up.

As soon as I got to the second floor, it was a place where cigarettes and silk and bamboo were pleasant to the ear. Zhao Guangmei stopped and listened for a while, and couldn't help sighing: "Yes, yes, the person who wants to play the piano must be a young lady. This skill is comparable to that of the professional musician of the elder brother. But it’s not too much.”

The girl smiled and said: "It's not my lady who played the piano, it's a younger sister of my family who plays the piano, a maid like me."

Sun Yue also smiled when she heard the words: "If you want Miss to play the piano for you, at least you have to come seven times or eight times. A rich and noble person like Miss will not play the piano by herself when she is idle."

After twists and turns, the maid finally led them to the living room, but there were already two men, a middle-aged man and a young man, sitting in the living room. On the contrary, it was the real owner, sitting behind a thin gauze curtain. People can see the outline, but can't see the specific appearance.

In the Song Dynasty, when first-class women met guests, they seldom met alone. Usually, it was like a party every day, or a wine or tea party. Chatting, talking, talking about ideals and so on, over time, many people go to brothels not for women, but to participate in salons to expand their network, so it is not surprising that there are men upstairs, it is strange that there are no men, not three or five Yue Tiantian spent money here and wanted to meet the lady alone, which was basically tantamount to wishful thinking.

Seeing the three of them coming up, and the young lady behind the tulle finally came out after long-awaited calls, Sun Yue noticed that this woman was wearing a simple and elegant light yellow skirt, without any color on her body, and her hair was combed. She has tassels on her temples, and she has no decorations except for a white jade hairpin. Even the maids around her are all in water-green skirts and light pink bedding. Every gesture is dignified. atmosphere.

"interesting."

In the Song Dynasty, prostitutes wore red, farm girls wore green, lowly maids wore green, and only noble ladies wore yellow. Yang Rong, the girl, was obviously in the prostitute, but the dozen or so maids on the second floor, including himself, were wearing yellow. There is almost no red color at all, and the furnishings upstairs have no sense of elegance. In addition to classics and history books, there are epigraphs, calligraphy and paintings, and even swords, long bows, copper tripods and incense burners. If you don't pay attention, you almost forget that you are... where.

As soon as this woman showed up, the three of them were bewildered, and they were stunned for a while. If they were to talk about beauty, they would say that they were more beautiful than the previous Chunrui girl. Feet, all give people a sense of elegance, if the girl Chunrui is a good treasure plaything, then the girl Yang Rong is like a fairy in the sky, like a cloud of mud.

I saw this girl Yang Rong said softly: "Your guest is new, let this concubine come to cleanse the honored guest."

After all, Yang Rong waved her big sleeves full of immortality, and layers of fragrance rushed to her face, warm and moist, thick and light, for a while, Sun Yue felt that her breathing became much smoother, and she couldn't help sighing. : "What a fragrant sleeve, Miss Yang's way of incense is really perfect, unparalleled in the world."

"Some small tricks made the distinguished guests laugh."

Sun Yue and the others were not polite, sat straight down, and said with a smile: "Is this going to be a tea party? If there is a tea fight, then the three of us will come today for nothing. We came empty-handed, and I don’t know much about these either.”

"My lord was joking. I don't know what kind of tea you like to drink on weekdays. I don't dare to say anything else here, but the tea is relatively complete. Except for the dragon and phoenix tea balls specially provided by the Tianjia, I have almost all of them here."

As he said that, he took out the rabbit cup, the silver soup bottle, the lacquer cup holder, the jade roller, and the golden lamp stand one by one, and put them all in a row. Sun Yue, who was looking at this posture, rubbed his teeth and quickly glanced at Zhao Guangmei for help.

Zhao Guangmei smiled and said: "I just drink it on weekdays, but I don't know the exquisiteness of this tea. On weekdays, I often drink Qibao tea, Rizhu tea, Shuangjing tea, Moon rabbit tea, and occasionally some Emei snow buds. The girl looks right, three or five o'clock is fine, a cow chews peonies, and you can't taste anything."

When Yang Rong heard this, she couldn't help but staggered, and her face was a little uncomfortable. None of the several kinds of tea mentioned by this kid was not a tribute tea. What's the background?
(End of this chapter)