Marriage Under the Heavens

Durian originally thought that she came to Worry-Free Home to be a guest. Who knew that she was turned into a client by the demon.

He hurriedly waved his hand: "Mom...Mom, there is no need to find a girl for me."

Where did Cui’s mother listen to Durian’s words, she turned her head and smiled at Qin Jiu: “The most beautiful girl here will accompany the prince to sing for a while. It’s better to let the narcissus and the cuckoo come to accompany the prince. Gentle."

Qin Jiu smiled and said: "In that case, mother arrange it, be a gentle and good girl."

Cui's mother said loudly: "Daffodils, cuckoos, come and serve the distinguished guests."

Two glamorous girls walked over, and the two women smiled softly at the durian, one on the left and the other, one stretched out a white and delicate hand to hold the durian, fingers interlocked, and dragged him upstairs. The other wrapped around his waist, half pushing and half shoving. The durian was still struggling to death. He stretched out his hand and pushed it. Who knew it was pushed on two groups of fleshy objects. For a moment, the durian felt like his fingers had been electrified. It was numb and numb, and even the body was a little soft.

He didn't dare to struggle anymore for a moment, for fear that he would run into something that he shouldn't run into, so he was pushed upstairs by the narcissus and the cuckoo.

Mother Cui smiled and said: "The son-in-law is a friend of Wang Yan's, really a distinguished guest. The prince has booked the room early, please invite the elegant room upstairs." After Cui's mother said, she personally led Qin Jiu and Loquat to the second floor. go with.

The second floor is quieter than the downstairs hall. The decoration of the room is simple and elegant. A few glazed palace lanterns emit a bright gloom. There is a large red sandalwood table in the middle. Four maids in half-updos stand by the table. Seeing Qin Jiu coming in, he hurriedly greeted her and took off her cloak outside.

Qin Jiu turned his eyes and saw that there was no face in the room. He smiled and asked, "Mom, when will the prince arrive?"

Mother Cui smiled and said: "The prince has arrived long ago, but today I became addicted to the drama, and said I want to sing. I might as well watch it. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'll be busy now, you guys. Waiting on the Lord." After speaking, Cui's mother resigned.

Qin Jiu knew that Yan Yu could sing for a long time, and he sang for this back then, and once beat and scolded his emperor Qingdi with anger for this. Singing is an under-class industry, not to mention wealthy people, even ordinary people, unless they are forced to make a living, will not send their children to learn opera. However, as a royal nobleman, Yan Yu was not optical anymore, and even went to the theater to sing seriously. Now, he sings in the brothel, which is really nonsense.

Qin Jiu sat on the chair, and the four maids began to serve her tea like butterflies.

Qin Jiudan remembered the durian, winked at the loquat, and said, "Loquat, go out and play by yourself." Loquat understood, holding a sword and retired.

Sitting at the table, Qin Jiu heard the gentle sound of Yueqin coming from downstairs. Qin Jiu raised his head and looked downstairs through the screen.

I saw the red satin curtain opened on the tooth table on the first floor, and I was born on the high table.

Qin Jiu's eyes were dazzled by the glazed lanterns and the colorful costumes of Xiaosheng and Huadan.

She didn't have the chance to watch Yan Yu singing, but she unexpectedly ran into it today, but it depends on how he is acting foolishly.

Qin Jiu's gaze first focused on the xiaosheng, and he saw him wearing a blue costume, drawing his face and looking very handsome. She did not expect that Yan Yu's face was so beautiful and virtuous in a costume, which was really unexpected to her.

Looking at the flower girl again, her back is facing the audience at this time, only the colorful clothes are fluttering, her back is slender and slender, the hairpin of Fengchai Yao on her head, a lock of beautiful hair hanging down to her waist. She stood silently, ethereal and clear.

The little student flicked the blue costume, shook his folding fan, and sang sadly: "The heart of a man is like iron, but you don't see him, his eyes are full of red leaves, and there is blood in the eyes of people! The scenery is bleak, the wind is frustrating, the rain is falling, what about this scene? Forbearance separation?"

After Xiaosheng sang, a long and long sigh.

His voice is bleak and sad, but it sounds nice.

Qin Jiu was startled to think, it turned out that he really can sing.

With a mournful cry of "Yeah" from Hua Dan, the sleeves danced lightly, and Man Sheng sang: "The cicadas are cut, the stings are thin, the horns are rhymed, the geese are sad, where are the broken intestines singing Yangguan."

Hua Dan's voice is very good, with a hint of refreshment in her charm, and her words and sentences are like jade beads.

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause from the audience.

Qin Jiu smiled at the corners of his lips and thought: With such a beautiful voice, he doesn't know how beautiful Hua Dansheng is. I remembered that Cui's mother just now said that their most beautiful girl would sing with Yan Yu, presumably this is the most beautiful girl, she couldn't help being curious.

With the end of the sound, Huadan flicked his sleeves, turned around, and faced the audience.

The wide sleeves covered her face, and slowly moved down in Yueqin's sobbing music, slowly revealing crescent brows and faintly brushing the distant mountains, revealing the enchanting eyes of the phoenix, and revealing a light red lips.

Qin Jiu hit a sudden in his heart, it was absolutely beautiful, and it deserved to be the most beautiful here.

The Huadan shook his steps slightly, shook his sleeves gently, and sang quietly with Youyou Yueqin: "If you go to Dili, Dili wine will fragrant Huanong, all kinds of scenery will be charming, and you will take the time to share with others, and you will learn to connect. Drink less, save games, remember slaves. Words. Keep the empty room and close the door tightly; don't twist the wire, just freshen up and wait for the good news from your husband."

There was a faint brilliance flowing in her clear eyes, and the plain white sleeves were thrown away and folded inch by inch, and the gestures were gorgeous and graceful.

After singing, and Xiaosheng held hands and looked at each other, a pair of clear eyes with affection.

This play was sung as "Farewell to Changting," and the husband was going to Beijing to take the exam, and the woman was seeing off at the Changting. I was extremely reluctant, but I couldn't delay my husband's seeking fame and fame, and I was afraid that my husband would come to Beijing to empathize with each other, and the mood was really complicated.

That Hua Dan sang well and acted well, vividly interpreting the feelings of the woman, and everyone in the audience was stunned.

Passionate has hurt parting since ancient times, so a holding hand and looking at tears, unexpectedly choked silently.

The sound of the piano is sudden, the flute pitch is pulled, the string is broken, the sleeves are dancing, and the little life is gone. That voice carried the sadness like flowing water and falling flowers, even if it was like a flower, how could it be against him like water, everything is finally unstoppable, and the wind blows and the clouds are finally ruthless.

As Hua Dan sang white, Qin Jiu's thoughts also followed the distance and approach, and he became inexplicably sad. She picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and asked, "Mom said, you are the most beautiful woman who sings with the prince. What is her name?"

A maid said: "It's Sister Panxin. Does the Lord want to see her? However, it is difficult for ordinary people to see her."

Qin Jiu had long heard that some of the women in the brothel were even more difficult to see than the ladies. She smiled slightly and said: "So, this girl Panxin is hard to meet for ordinary people. It's just that no one can enter. Her eyes?"

The maid said: "Sister Panxin can play the pipa well and sing well. She is the most admired literati and gentleman, and she doesn't pay much attention to ordinary grandsons."

Qin Jiu smiled and said, "So, I'm not talented, I'm afraid I won't see Miss Panxin."

"Who said you can't see it?" Only a sweet and ethereal voice came from outside the door, the door was pushed open, a ray of elegant fragrance slowly diffused, and a graceful woman approached slowly. Angrily said, "You four little hoofs, and you say something bad about me, Jiuye is a distinguished guest of the prince, why would I not meet?"

Qin Jiu looked at the elegant beauty in front of him, and asked, "You are the Panxin girl? The Huadan who just sang?"

"Hua Dan?" Pan Xin covered her lips and smiled, bowing her head silently.