Sacrifice of evil god

"Brother Qi Mei." A group of people stood up one after another and respectfully gave up their seats to Qi Mei.

People say, "When a peony blossoms and dies, even a ghost is a romantic." Although people usually only refer to the number one prostitute in a prostitute's house as "Oiran", when it comes to the beauty and color, the talent of playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and reciting poems, everyone is full of charm. But she is not inferior to those women at all, and she is definitely a well-deserved oiran among men and women.

He is like a magnificent peony, blooming gorgeously and eye-catchingly, with a pair of flirtatious peach blossom eyes, but standing proudly among thousands of flowers, pure and spotless, with the pride of being independent from the world and ascending to immortality, It just makes people want to stand on tiptoe, but can't hold the moon for nine days.

Qi Mei wiped her sleeves and sat down slowly.

"What were you talking about just now? I only took a nap in the cabin, but the noise made me unable to sleep. Alas, I have to come out and enjoy the wonderful spring with all my brothers."

In fact, how could Qi Mei fail to hear what all the fuss was about?His ability is not just as simple as being a red-card geisha, he is willing to settle down in this south hall, and he has his own reasons.He was asking the question knowingly, and wanted to find out how much these young men really knew.

Everyone added more details and told their role model brother Qi Mei what happened.Qi Mei smiled lightly, it seemed that no one had guessed the real reason why the young lady committed suicide.But in Qi Yue's heart, she vaguely understood that the only one who could possess that kind of bewildering control was the giant eye.

"Okay, let's stop talking about these strange and chaotic things, which spoil our mood," Qi Mei deliberately changed the topic, and suggested, "I'm in a good mood today. We brothers are going to swim on the lake together. Spring-colored thin wine and a few poems are worthy of the beauty in front of me."

"Yes, yes, yes." Qi Mei's brother had already spoken, so how could anyone say no.

But then everyone ran into a problem. Should we talk about this spring scenery? Many literati and refined scholars have recited it throughout the ages, and I am afraid it will be difficult to come up with anything new.Besides, this poem also needs experience, doesn't it?The brothers welcome and see off each other in the south hall every day, and I haven't watched the spring scenery outside carefully a few times, but the "spring scenery" inside the bed curtains is really emotional and expressive.

So someone proposed to use the theme of "Spring in the Bed" as the theme to conduct a circle of wine orders.

With a helpless smile in Qi Mei's eyes, she thought to herself, these people really stick to their old profession.Forget it, since everyone agrees, don't spoil their interest.

So someone stood up and said, "I'll start with the first song, throwing bricks to attract jade. Hmm... Heh heh heh heh, the giant donkey pushes the jade mill, heh heh heh, plowing and fertilizing the field. Hahaha, how is it, how is it?"

Everyone looked at Qi Mei, the talented oiran hadn't spoken yet, so how could they judge randomly?Qi Mei really couldn't laugh or cry, could this be considered a poem?No wonder this young man named Li Tao, with his legs open, let others work in his "fertile field" for many years, but he could only serve others with sex, and could not climb to a higher position.

But of course Qi Mei would not show this disdain on her face: "Not bad, come on, let's toast brother Li Tao."

Everyone toasted, and the Qionglu in the little jade cup was drank up in one gulp.

The second came again: "Zilong came out of the ink forest, sneaked into the deep valley, reckless in the water, and never looked back once he entered. Hitting the Qiongzhu deeply, breaking the dragon's head shallowly, deep and shallow people know by themselves, and the severity is in the heart."

"Hahaha, good!" This time, before Qi Mei could speak, the young lady named Li Tao couldn't help but praise this Bai Qi.Compared with his own level, Bai Qi's poems are vivid and elegant, which are much better than his.

Then he seemed to realize that his reckless personality might offend Qi Mei's authority, so he hurriedly punished himself with a drink and flattered Qi Mei: "Brother Bai Qi's poems are good, but I know that brother Qi Mei's poems must be better than his. It's a hundred times better. I don't want to listen to it anymore, I just want to listen to a poem by Brother Mei, so that we can open our eyes and learn from it."

Qi Mei smiled, and twirled the jade cup in her hand with her slender jade fingers, and there was a vision in her mind: "Peach blossoms bloom side by side, Luan and Phoenix accompany amphibious. The mouth nourishes rain and dew, and osmanthus spits out fragrance. Brocade quilt Chasing the blue waves, the red candles reflect the two of you. Your kindness is like a quilt, warming my soul for the rest of my life."

"Wow—" Everyone shook their heads slightly, admiring Qi Mei's unparalleled talent.It was supposed to be a vulgar bed transaction, but Qi Mei described it as beautiful as soaking in the sweetness of your love and my wish.

The young men can't help imagining that one day they will really meet such a benefactor as described in the poem, treat each other sincerely, redeem themselves with a lot of money, and take them away from this place of carnal fireworks. I am like a wife.In the long night, after being turned into a red wave, I can have such a pair of hands to hold myself tightly in my arms, warm myself from the outside to the inside, and pamper myself for the rest of my life.Even after a hundred years, the bodies of both of them are buried in the soil, and they can be buried together, and their souls will no longer be alone.

But the young ladies also know that this is always just a luxury imagined by them.A man is no better than a woman. A prostitute can still be a concubine when she marries someone, but who will pity the wind and frost when she is old?

For a moment, the atmosphere changed from enthusiastic to sad.The more beautiful Qi Mei's poems are, the more they remind them that reality is cruel and not easy.

Qi Mei didn't care, anyway, the identity of the oiran was just his temporary cover, if he wanted to get out, he could do it anytime, anywhere.But if he wanted to escape the responsibilities on his shoulders, it would be impossible for him to live forever.

Qi Mei pursed her lips and chuckled, pouring her own drink. After taking a small sip, everyone realized that they wanted to toast to Brother Mei who sang such a good poem.

So everyone made another round of drinking orders, each wrote a poem, and the game was over.But the weather is still early, and it is rare to have a spring outing today, obviously not yet fully enjoyed.

At this time, Li Tao had another suggestion: "Hey, how about we play 'Water Float'?"