Drunk old voice

under calm

When Mu Feng's countdown was about to run out, the curator came. This was the first time he had spoken to other people in the museum since August last year.

The curator came in and saw Mu Feng exercising by the window, walked over, looked up and down, then stretched out his hand to pinch her waist.Nodding her head, she said, "Well, it's recovering well. Let's continue to entertain guests."

"Yes, curator. I don't know what else to do." Mu Feng agreed, but he still wondered.

The curator took his seat, looked at Mu Feng, "Let's talk about why you disobeyed the order first."

Mu Feng knelt down and said to the curator on the ground: "I don't dare to refute the mistakes I made, but I just don't want to. In the future, the child will be like me, so it's better to be left clean."

The curator doesn't care whether the reason is true or not, the key is in the future, "it's okay. I will act honestly in the future and don't do it again."

Mu Feng bowed again, and said with sincerity and trepidation: "I don't dare to commit crimes again."

The curator waved his hand, as if the matter was over, "Get up. Who sent you the news?"

Just as Mu Feng was about to get up, he knelt back again, "I haven't sent any news, so I don't know what the curator means."

"Don't tell me, it's okay. No one will send news for you anymore." The curator said while looking at his well-maintained hands.

"I don't know what the curator means?"

The curator smiled at Mu Feng, "You'll know in the future, just practice hard." He ignored Mu Feng, got up and left.

The curator Mu Feng walked for a long time before he got up, sitting there thinking, it's not that easy to pass.

A few days later, Mu Feng was released, as if nothing had changed, she was still the ordinary official prostitute of the Shengping Pavilion.The people in the museum also seemed that she had never disappeared, and they still treated her as usual, except that there was more meaning in their eyes.

Aunt Hong also came to see her, and she didn't feel like she was betrayed.

"Aunt Hong, can I still call you Auntie?" After all, Mu Feng had resentment in his heart, and it was difficult to calmly treat Aunt Hong.

Aunt Hong sat down casually, "Of course, I will take care of you as before."

"I'm afraid Mu Feng won't be able to take care of you." He was defeated by Aunt Hong.

However, Aunt Hong felt that Mu Feng was ignorant, "How can Aunt Hong embarrass you in ordinary things, but it is your fault for disobeying her wishes. I also have my own difficulties."

Mu Feng knew that Aunt Hong must have benefited, otherwise, how could she still do her best and listen to her sarcastic remarks, "It's a benefit, right? That's right, after all, it's not relative."

"It's good that you understand. Don't be self-willed, it's not easy for everyone. Go and see Jinnian." Could it be like Jinnian, who was punished even though there was no evidence.

Mu Feng looked into Aunt Hong's eyes, "Aunt Hong is here to warn me?"

"How can it be? I'm here to tell you that there is a Mr. Chen who is here and wants you to wait on him. Get ready." Mu Feng can't be complacent for a few days, who can hold back.

"Who ordered it. Who is this Mr. Chen?"

"Is it important."

I don't know what happened to Jinnian and how he was implicated.In fact, everyone has become different, at least to themselves.Aunt Hong asked herself to entertain guests at night. After so long, she didn't know if she could remember the dance steps or how to please the guests.It's not as good as rehearsal, but use the past practice to deal with it.As for Mr. Chen, Aunt Hong didn't say much, she couldn't know a lot just by a surname, but the special arrangement must be special.What's more, after many months, the regular customers in the museum have changed a lot, and the fashion of Jinling has changed a few times.

Practice the basic dance steps one by one, because I have been paying attention, Mu Feng's body has not changed much after giving birth, but only I know the difference inside, and I still need to work hard to recover.Otherwise, if there is no skill that can be achieved, how can she gain a foothold in Luoshi Street? If she only sells a pair of skins, then there is no need for the curator and the others to think about using her, and she will become useless.The most important thing for people is to be useful.I always feel that the curator will not let it go easily, just like waiting for another boot that is destined to fall.Pull up your spirits, forget about Prince Jing, and focus on what's in front of you.

Mu Feng obeyed the order to accompany the guests, entered the hall, gently opened the curtain with the round fan in his hand, and saw that there were only three people in the hall, a few people outside were playing soft music, and there were no other accompanying girls.Presumably the one on the main seat is Mr. Chen, also Mr. Pianpian.Seeing Mu Feng coming in, he waved to her.Mu Feng gave a little salute, walked forward and sat down beside Mr. Chen, with a calm face, and specially asked himself to entertain him, I don't know what's special about it.

Mr. Chen looked at Mu Feng, and asked: "I'm Chen Fuli, dare to ask the girl's name."

"My slave's name is Mu Feng. My son is blessed." Mu Feng saluted, feeling that this Mr. Chen spoke politely.

Chen Fuli looked at Mu Feng for a while, then turned to ask the other two people, "People are as they are called. Ze Ping, Yao Hai, what do you think?"

"She's a pretty lady," said one.

"You can't see anything just by looking at the face." Another person felt that it was not amazing enough.

Chen Fuli signaled Mu Feng to come to his side, and said softly to her: "Miss Mu Feng, don't blame me, my brother is from a remote frontier, and he speaks straight."

Mu Feng lowered his head, "Young Master is straightforward."

Chen Fuli took the round fan in Mu Feng's hand, carefully looked at the embroidered Spring Festival, and asked: "Although the embroidery patterns are suitable for the occasion, they are not suitable for solar terms. Why is this round fan, Miss Mu Feng?"

"It's for the fan dance, what do you think, my lord."

Yao Hai on the other side was impatient with the two of them moaning, "How happy are you coming and going, since it's for dancing, then hurry up and dance."

Chen Fuli returned the fan to Mu Feng's hand, closed her fingers one by one, and nodded to her.

Mu Feng then left the table, clapped three times, and changed the music.I still hold the pipa and half cover my face for a dance, and I want to talk about a dance.

In the middle of the dance, a voice came in, "Bring the precious fan to enter the Forbidden Palace, and I teach the fragrant wind under the flowers. Heng'e must follow the colorful clouds and descend in the middle of the moon all night." Chen Fuli chanted and used a Beating the ornate dagger to the beat is an invitation.

After drinking a glass of wine, Yao Hai glanced at Mu Feng's waist and said, "Don't say some poems that I can't quite understand, but this woman's dance is pretty good."

"It really has a special flavor." Zeping on the other side also praised it.

Chen Fuli signaled to the two, "Since the two brothers like it, how can Chen enjoy it alone, and naturally share the reward." After speaking, he took a jug of wine, got up and left the table, swayed to Mu Feng's side, and didn't care if the dance was over. Endlessly, he grabbed her arm and let her fall into his arms.

Mu Feng was startled, and the fan in his hand fell to the ground.Mu Feng has seen some market situations, but he didn't do anything in front of others in this hall.But there have been rumors of one kind or another among the sisters, and it is not something they can refuse with their identities. Good or bad depends entirely on luck.

Chen Fuli embraced Mu Feng, lowered his head and said to her: "Miss Mu Feng's dance is beautiful, now is the time to drink."

Mu Feng wanted to take the jug, but Mr. Chen avoided it, let Mu Feng lean in his arms, and directly fed her with the jug.Mu Feng couldn't help coughing because his head was raised and he drank in a hurry.Chen Fuli ignored her and insisted on letting her drink the whole jug of wine.After finishing the drink with great difficulty, Mu Feng felt dizzy and was taken back to the desk by Mr. Chen.

Chen Fuli brought Mu Feng to Yao Hai's side, "Since Miss Mu Feng drank the wine below, it's not good to favor one over the other. Why don't you go have a drink with my two brothers."

The young master called Yao Hai handed over another jug ​​and said, "Since I drank a jug of wine from elder brother, I also drink a jug of wine from us."

Drinking on an empty stomach made me dizzy quickly, Mu Feng discussed softly, "Three young masters, I don't drink too much, please forgive me for a while, it's not good to get drunk and lose your temper."

Chen Fuli refused, and his tone was still gentle, "It's okay, a beauty is still a beauty when she's drunk. Still, you look down on my brother." He raised Mu Feng's jaw with the dagger, waiting for her answer.

Although the saber was not out of its sheath, the warning was obvious, Mu Feng hurriedly replied, "I dare not, since the young master has orders, the slave should obey." He took the pot of wine and drank it down, his consciousness was still clear, but his hands and feet were still It doesn't work much anymore.

"Happy." Yao Hai was satisfied.

"You guys really don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. How can a beauty use a jug for drinking?" Zeping said, holding a small wine cup and walking over, but he didn't hand it over, but drank it himself, then kissed Mu Feng's lips, and poured the wine give her.Mu Feng was no match for a man's strength, so he let him do whatever he wanted.

"Haha, you still know how to play." Yao Hai felt itchy in his heart, and wanted to give it a try.

"Otherwise, how can you be a dude." Zeping said proudly, while stroking the place he just kissed, as if he was still thinking about it. "How does this wine taste, but it's better than theirs."

"I'm too drunk to drink, so I'm leaving first." Mu Feng knew that these three people were not easy to provoke, so he had to leave even if he tried to annoy Aunt Hong.

Mu Feng stood up and wanted to leave, but the three laughed loudly, but they didn't try to stop him.Mu Feng swayed to the door in a frivolous footsteps, but saw Ding Yi who came out diagonally blocking his way.It must have been sent by the curator, and the person surnamed Chen doesn't seem to be an important person, so it was aimed at me, so it turned out that this was another boot, the curator's warning.Today I can only be slaughtered.

Mu Feng showed a bleak smile at Ding Yi, seeing Ding Yi shaking his head at her, he had no choice but to turn around and walk back.It caused the three people to laugh even more.

Chen Fuli grabbed Mu Feng and let her lie in his arms, "Miss Mu Feng, can I have another glass of wine." After saying that, without waiting for an answer, he followed Zeping's example and took a sip of wine.He licked his lips and said, "Well, the dandy's method really tastes different."

Chen Fuli raised a glass of wine and said, "Brothers, I'm sorry, brother has to taste it first."

"Old and young in order."

"It doesn't matter, big brother comes first."

After the three of them drank a glass of wine together, Chen Fuli threw the wine glass, swept away the melons and fruits, and put Mu Feng on it.Then leaned over to untie Mu Feng's belt.

Mu Feng pressed his hands and made the last effort, "My lord, it would be good to go to the slave room." Looking at the music playing on the other side of the curtain, there are people walking outside the open door from time to time, and said; People come and go..."

Chen Fuli tapped Mu Feng's lips with a finger to signal her to shut up, and smiled brighter, "But, I like it." Then he continued with his movements, not refusing.

It was in the sound of the music, the laughter of the brothers, listening to the murmur of the person in his arms forcibly, stroking the smooth skin with his fingers, and feeling her powerless struggle, Chen Fuli felt that life was happy and let go of his patriarchal ethics.

Ding Yi outside the door saw the situation in the hall getting more and more absurd, and quietly closed the door.He can't disobey the curator's order, and that's all he can do.

After a night of madness, the animal nature faded, and the three of Mr. Chen left, leaving behind a mess and Mu Feng who was lying on the desk.It's not the body that hurts, it's the heart that hurts.

The wheel is like the end of the bright moon, and the Luo is like thin clouds piercing through.No reason to hide his smile again, before the autumn wind. ②

But for a moment, Ding Yi turned back alone, picked up the broken round fan, and the yellow winter jasmine was still bright.

The author has something to say: ① "Fan" Tang·Lu Chang.

② "Ode to the Broken Fan" Tang·Tang Yi.