Mrs. Rebirth

The bustard of the Red Mansion in Xicheng welcomed a group of strange guests tonight. The handsome and stalwart at the head, with his eagle eyes, made people shiver uncontrollably.

Standing next to him was a young man who was half a head shorter than him. The young man was exceptionally handsome. Even though the old bustard had seen many beautiful men in his life, it was undeniable that the young man immediately caught the attention of the guests as soon as he appeared on the stage.

Many guests focused their attention on the young man, but they dared not make any moves due to the seemingly fierce young man beside him.

But these didn't surprise the old bustard, she stared at the little man in the boy's arms in surprise, and reconfirmed that Zhong was just a two or three-year-old boy.

Probably the young master of some family brought his younger brother to have fun. Although the old bustard thinks this kind of behavior is weird, she won't keep people from entering the house just because of this.

She raised her smiling face and said with a coquettish smile: "The guests look very unfamiliar. This is the first time?"

A gust of fragrant wind rushed towards his face, Zuo Xiaolang's keen sense of smell responded immediately, he sneezed loudly, then buried his small face in Zuo Shaoqing's chest, and pointed his butt at the old bustard .

Zuo Shaoqing patted him on the back reassuringly, and took a step back at the same time.

"A private room." The deep voice came out of the mouth of the handsome young man in charge, carrying the usual unquestionableness of the superior.

The old bustard felt that his hands and feet were a little cautious. After so many years of business, he had met many high-ranking officials and nobles, but the young man in front of him made people dare not make any mistakes.

"Hey, okay, please come upstairs... do you know any girls you know? Moxiang in our Red Mansion Hall is this year's oiran, and she is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. How about letting her accompany you?"

"Oiran?" Zuo Shaoqing asked with great interest: "That must be a beauty who has overwhelmed the country and the city. Do you want to meet Lu?"

Lu Zheng replied with a strong nasal voice and did not express it, but this did not prevent Zuo Shaoqing from answering the old bustard directly: "Since what you said is so good, let's call her, and it would be nice to let her play a little song for us."

Seeing that they were well dressed and the pendant on the young man's waist alone was priceless, the old bustard would not be angry because of his slightly haughty tone.

The family of three sat in the private room, and the accompanying guards stood still outside the door, giving everyone who passed by a careful look.

A drunk young man walked by with his arms around the beauty, and said with a sneer, "This must be another landowner from the countryside who has come into the city. Even the magistrate of Crane City doesn't have such a big presence, so what's the point?"

The beauty in his arms giggled coquettishly, "Young master Lin, you are a modest and rigorous person, so naturally you don't bother to use this formation to fill the scene."

In the private room, Zuo Shaoqing and his son looked around curiously, while Lu Zheng sat motionless beside them, drinking the wine one sip at a time.

They brought this wine with them. After Zuo Shaoqing went to the brothel once, she realized that the food and drink in this kind of place are not very clean.

"What's there to see in this kind of place?" The obscene noise outside came in through the thin door wall, making Mr. Lu, who had always disliked noise, frowned with dissatisfaction.

"Of course there is nothing to see in the place. The most important thing is to look at the people. Didn't you hear the old bustard say that there are oirans to see? I have never seen an oiran in my life." In fact, Zuo Shaoqing has never seen an oiran in two lifetimes. , Curious about the oiran who is touted by literati and inkmen.

"Vulgar fans, go back early after watching!"

The door was pushed open at this moment, and a graceful figure appeared on the screen window, and a clear and indifferent voice came in, "Since the young master looks down on Moxiang, why do you sit here?"

Hehe, no one has a bad temper, Zuo Shaoqing coughed twice, and asked like a grandpa: "Isn't that the way the Red Mansions do business?"

A flamboyant hand lifted up the screen window, and the dancing candlelight reflected on the other party, which really brightened the eyes at first glance.

The light green pleated skirt brushed across the ground, following her steps, her indifferent demeanor was incompatible with the brothel Chu Guan, and it was indeed a bit special.

But that's all, it's not that Zuo Shaoqing has never seen the world, not to mention the beautiful fifth princess, even Zuo Shuhui doesn't need the so-called oiran in front of her to be so dark.

The oiran saw a strange color flashing in front of the eyes of the three people present, and then returned to his indifferent appearance, leaned slightly sideways, lowered his head and said: "It's not that I love Fengchen, it seems that I was mistaken by my predecessor, when flowers bloom naturally, always Eastern Monarch, why should you embarrass the little girl?"

Lu Zheng had never liked elegant scholars, and naturally he was not interested in elegant women, so he didn't even look at her.

Zuo Shaoqing seldom had contact with young girls, except for the maids in the mansion, only Zuo Shuhui was familiar with her, but this eldest sister left a deep impression on him, which made him dislike this kind of pretentious woman from the bottom of his heart.

He was disappointed in his heart, so naturally there was a little bit of expression on his face, and he ordered without interest: "I heard that you are proficient in everything, can you play the piano?"

"nature."

"Then let's play the piano, we can't let the two of us come and go for nothing." Zuo Shaoqing said with the corners of his lips curled up.

Moxiang has never met such a puzzled guest, especially that handsome young man who put on an appearance that strangers should not enter, could it be that he can't catch the other party's eyes?

"Hehe...qin..." Zuo Xiaolang cooed from the side, clapping his hands vigorously on the porcelain bowls and plates on the table, making a crisp sound, and even screaming excitedly when he saw the bowls and plates smashed. Call twice.

Zuo Shaoqing rubbed his head, took his hand out of a pile of broken porcelain, looked over it over and over, and after making sure there was no cut, he laughed and cursed: "I've never seen such a rough little hand, it's so ugly! "

The little thing's hands have been used as feet for a long time, and they have been running around in the forest. They have long been covered with calluses. They feel thick and hard, as if they are covered with a layer of bark. They don't look like a child at all. It should be delicate, even Lu Zheng's hand holding the gun is much better than him all the year round.

But Zuo Shaoqing didn't intend to pamper him. Perhaps the reason why he likes this child is because he saw the wildness and toughness that children of the same age would not have in him, which made him feel that he saw Lu Zheng.

He told Lu Zheng more than once that this child should not be named Zuo but should be named Lu, just look at how much they have in common.

"Little thing, do you know what a qin is?" Zuo Shaoqing joked while patting his little face.

"Ah..." Zuo Xiaolang always likes to use this kind of monosyllable to answer when he has a sentence that he can't express.

Moxiang stood where she was, watching the interaction between the two with a pair of brows and eyes curiously, unable to figure out their relationship.

Zuo Shaoqing wiped Zuo Xiaolang's hands with a handkerchief, stuffed him with a piece of fruit, looked up and saw the oiran was still standing there, and urged dissatisfiedly: "Go down and get ready!"

Moxiang came back to her senses, clapped her palms outward, and her own servant girl brought the qin and incense burner.

Zuo Shaoqing has dabbled in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he is the most unfamiliar with rhythm. Firstly, he didn't have extra time and energy to practice the piano, and secondly, he didn't have the qualifications. Zuo Shaoyan played the piano well.

The melodious qin sounded like weeping and complaining, as if trying to dig out the hidden sadness in the heart.

If another scholar came to listen to it, I am afraid that he would read a poem sadly, but unfortunately the three audiences present obviously did not have the ability to appreciate it.

As soon as Lu Zheng heard the soft sound of the piano, he felt bored, and even lost his interest in drinking.

Zuo Shaoqing simply felt that the oiran's piano skills were no more than that, whether he was proficient or not, it was hard to be considered elegant.

Zuo Xiaolang didn't know anything about rhythm, at first he could stare at the thing making strange sounds curiously, but later he simply played with his own.

Lu Zheng drank a lot of wine tonight, leaned lazily on the chair, raised his feet on Zuo Shaoqing's lap, and stared at his side face with his head propped up.

Zuo Shaoqing was uncomfortable being looked at, and she put her hands on his calves and kneaded them lightly, "How about...go back?" This place is really boring, I wonder if I can change to a small restaurant next time .

Lu Zheng picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, poked his bulging cheek and said, "Are you willing to go?"

What is there to be reluctant about?Zuo Shaoqing tried hard to swallow the food in his mouth, and glanced at the energetic Zuo Xiaolang, "It's time for the little one to go to sleep, Ha, it's not easy to reverse the habit that you can't give up halfway."

When Moxiang saw the ambiguous interaction between the two, her ten fingers became stiff, and her piano audio made mistakes. Fortunately, the three listeners were not paying attention to her, so it didn't matter.

Being completely ignored by others, Moxiang has never felt ashamed and indignant. Originally, she felt that the attitude of these two men was cold, but it turned out to be this kind of relationship.

"Are the two young masters here to humiliate Moxiang on purpose?" The strings under her hands were plucked, and Moxiang's indifferent expression broke.

Zuo Shaoqing looked innocently at the person they ignored, and waved his hand casually: "Ah, why are you still here? You don't need to serve here, you go down."

"You..." Moxiang became furious, and cast an aggrieved look at the older youth. From her point of view, the two of them were of course dominated by the young man, and maybe the young man was just a male favorite in captivity.

Lu Zheng wiped off the pastry crumbs on his hands with a handkerchief, got up and picked up Zuo Xiaolang, who was having a great time playing, and put the other hand around Zuo Shaoqing's waist, "Let's go."

When passing by Moxiang, Zuo Xiaolang looked up at the shiny jewelry on her head, broke free from Lu Zheng's embrace with an ahh, and rushed to Moxiang, pulling off the rifle on her head with lightning speed. Shaking and Zhuhua scared the beauty so much that she screamed again and again.

Zuo Xiaolang was startled by her scream, grabbed the toy he got and jumped off her body, then hugged Zuo Shaoqing's thigh and hid behind him.

"This... this..." Mo Xiang tremblingly pointed at the culprit, or the young man standing in front of the culprit, "What do you mean?"

Zuo Shaoqing raised his eyebrows, sighed and said: "My son is naughty, but I still hope for Miss Haihan, I will treat these pearl hairpins as the two of us bought them." After speaking, he handed over a silver ticket.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open. It was the old bustard who had heard the screams and came, followed by a few onlookers. As soon as the old bust opened the door, he saw Moxiang in a state of distress and asked in surprise. Said: "What's the matter?"

Zuo Shaoqing handed her the bank note, smiled without explaining, "We should go."

He carried the left little wolf on his back, squeezed his buttocks hard as punishment, and then led the people away under the strange eyes of everyone.

Many people saw Moxiang's disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, and they automatically imagined a scene of a dandy trying to overpower the king. After all, Moxiang is a nobleman, and he does not sell himself as a performer. Strong is also possible.

A scholar stood up and said indignantly: "There are such rude guests, I really shouldn't let them go away just now!"

He usually doesn't see Miss Moxiang even once, but he didn't expect that the first meeting would be like this. I have to say that Miss Moxiang is really disillusioned at this moment.

The old bustard pinched the bank note that had just been stuffed into his sleeve, with a big smile on his face, "It's all right, it's just a misunderstanding, Moxiang, please go back to your room and rest, I won't be picking up guests tonight."

With a face full of shame and anger, Mo Xiang pushed away the maid who stood in front of her, covered her face and ran away.

And the family of three who left the Red Mansion Pavilion got into the carriage for the return journey. Zuo Shaoqing looked at Bu Yao, who was caught by the little thing, in distaste, "Why do you like this? It's a woman's thing. Could it be that you still want to be a womanizer when you grow up?"

Zuo Xiaolang held up that step and shook "ahhh" twice, then pulled out the biggest pearl from his head and stuffed it into Zuo Shaoqing's hand, "Daddy, here it is!"

Zuo Shaoqing didn't throw it away, and it didn't matter if he didn't throw it away. Seeing him looking at her with big black eyes expectantly, she sighed and rubbed his hair, "Little wolf is so good!"

The praised Zuo Xiaolang showed a satisfied smile, then threw away the things in his hand and climbed into Zuo Shaoqing's arms to finish.

The corner of Lu Zheng's mouth twitched, feeling more and more that this little thing was an eyesore.