Song Mingyue

Chapter 132
"Flowers wither, flowers fly, and the sky is full of flowers, who will pity when the redness disappears and the fragrance is gone?
The gossamer is soft and fluttering in the spring, and the fluff is lightly dipped in the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the evening of spring, and is full of melancholy.

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with your hands, and bear to step on the falling flowers to and fro.

Willow silk and elm pods come from Fangfei, regardless of Tao Piao and Li Fei;
If the peach and plum can be sent again next year, who will be in the boudoir next year?
......"

A song "Burning Flowers", sang in a low voice with Xiao Cuixiang's resentful and slightly hoarse voice, making the audience quiet and completely silent.

In the faint singing, it seems that people can see a beautiful and slender woman, carrying a flower hoe, digging a handful of soil, and burying the ground full of residual red, burying thousands of dark fragrances, and burying endless pity.

The woman in the lyrics is like a fragrant and delicate flower, which blooms quietly, and is tortured to withered branches and leaves in the violent wind and rain, and quietly disappears from the world.

Xiao Cuixiang, who has been reduced to prostitution, has been entertained for a long time, is used to seeing too much hypocrisy, and has experienced too many dramas. When Zhao Hao sang this song to her for the first time, she was already in tears Like a spring collapsed, weeping uncontrollably, I just felt that the lyrics were written especially for her, so I felt the same way when I sang it, as if the woman who buried the flowers was herself.

The nine swordsmen headed by Liang Hongyu aroused the desire and enthusiasm in Zhao Ji's bones. Liang Hongyu's refusal injected a sense of loss in Zhao Ji's heart, making him increasingly need the confidence to conquer women.

However, Xiao Cuixiang's song "The Song of Burying Flowers" made Zhao Ji instantly fall into the mood of wanting to pity and love the singer. Gently patted her on the shoulder, caressed her weak and boneless arm, slowly, softly, lovingly, kindly... sheltering her from wind and rain for the rest of her life.

With the progress of the singing, this feeling of love and pity became more and more intense, spreading in his heart like a poisonous weed, which could not be eliminated.

When Xiao Cuixiang sang the phrase "I'm going to be buried now, I don't know when I will die", Zhao Ji felt that the emotions in his heart were completely uncontrollable.

Immediately afterwards, "The person who buried the flowers today laughed like a fool, but I will know who will be buried next year." Zhao Ji looked at the pretty woman and finally couldn't help but stood up.

"Take a look at the gradual fall of the remaining spring flowers, that is when the beauty dies of old age; once the spring is over, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and the person will die!"

The lingering sound was gone, and everyone in the audience was drunk, completely immersed in a sad and lingering mood.

it is good!
Zhao Ji took the lead in applauding and shouting, followed by thunderous applause from the audience.

Also, countless bounties.

"Young Master Wan, I will reward you with twenty strings..."

"My lord, I will reward you fifty guan..."

"Your Majesty Zhou, you will be rewarded with a hundred guan."

In the end, a shout shocked the audience: "Official Zhao, reward me with a thousand coins!"

After a while, two maidservants approached and said in a low voice: "Thanks to the kindness of Mr. Zhao, our lady asked Mr. Zhao to move over."

……

Red candles, pink gauze curtains, carnival wine... In the pavilion, everyone was dressed like a bridal chamber.

A ray of winter sunlight shines through the screen window on the delicate gums, on the brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and on the face of Song Emperor Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji stretched slowly, looked at the woman who had already woken up and was doing makeup in front of the mirror, feeling indescribably relaxed and comfortable.

Xiao Cuixiang has been around for a long time, needless to say her grueling skills, just her kung fu of reversing yin and yang, there is no one in the whole Yanglou Street.

And the most important thing is that last night, after foot massage with ginger soup, foot massage, and body massage, Zhao Ji felt that his blood vessels were smooth, his limbs were comfortable, he was full of energy, and his whole body had boundless energy. He just staged a hat-trick.

It has been a long time since he was in such a state of winning the three armies, and he rarely even scored twice. After all, he is approaching the age of fate.

But that's all, what excites him the most is that if he scores twice on weekdays, even if he shows his might once, his whole body will be sore in the morning and his limbs will be weak, as if he has moved bricks all day.I woke up today feeling refreshed, full of energy, and not feeling tired at all.

Could this be the miraculous effect of Xiao Cuixiang massaging her acupuncture points?Unconsciously, a trace of excitement surged in Zhao Ji's heart, and he didn't know that someone had secretly performed life healing for him.

Then his eyes fell on the "Picture of Golden Pheasant in Lotus" hanging on the wall, and what Xiao Cuixiang said last night rang in his mind.

"Our master likes official calligraphy and paintings the most. In this building, all the books written by the master must be thin gold books, and all the paintings drawn by the master must be imitations of official paintings."

Zhao Ji's "Golden Pheasant of Furong" is a masterpiece among the famous paintings of past dynasties, with different styles and wonderful brushwork. With his unique artistic talent and exquisite painting skills, Zhao Ji used the two elements of traditional Chinese painting techniques, brush and coloring, to achieve Perfect unity, and vividly convey the spiritual characteristics of the depicted objects with a unique style of writing, reaching a highly mature artistic environment, making its works lifelike and passed down through the ages.

And the "Picture of Furong and Golden Pheasant" hanging on the wall has the charm of Zhao Ji's original picture.If it wasn't for Zhao Ji himself, or Liang Shicheng, Cai Jing and other people who often followed Zhao Ji, it would be impossible to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

The thin gold book, the picture of the golden pheasant in hibiscus, and the song "The Song of Burying Flowers" made Zhao Ji have a strong interest in the legendary Zhao Hao.

Seeing Zhao Ji wake up, Xiao Cuixiang dressed him and combed his hair again, just like a little daughter-in-law taking care of her husband, she was meticulous and considerate, which made Zhao Ji very satisfied.

Compared with Li Shishi, although Xiao Cuixiang is much inferior in appearance, she has a different kind of fun and style.

Finally, Zhao Ji reluctantly left Xiao Cuixiang's pavilion, but left behind a mutton jade pendant as a token of love.

Just a few steps away from him, there was another sound of piano and singing coming from the pavilion.

"I was a wandering man, and I lived through hardships,

If you are down and out, you will meet you, and you will be grateful for your kindness.

You love for a while, and the fireworks are a good time,

Tears are the king's life, and the traces of wine cover the wind and dust.

The lights are dim, the tents are deep,
Shallow pouring, whispering.

A moment of joy, a moment of warmth.

Whoever interprets the qin to his liking will pity the person who sings.

The concubine is a frustrated woman, the king is the respect of the world,
The king's ambition is in the four seas, and the concubine dares to look forward to eternal relatives.

How can Bojiu really be drunk, your heart is not mine,
The lights are dim, the tents are deep,
You forget your feelings, and your concubine hurts God.

A moment of joy, a moment of warmth,
In the future, Bianshuitou will bury the fragrance soul in the remaining rhyme. "

As soon as Zhao Ji stopped walking, he was fascinated by the sad and lingering singing and piano sounds, the softest part of his heart was teased again, and he almost turned around.

After singing a song, Zhao Ji did not look back after all, but said to the servant next to him: "Tomorrow Zhao Hao will come to the palace to see me."

On the attic, looking at the back of Zhao Ji and his party leaving, he showed a look of relief, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

The first step, becoming a favorite, is not far away.

……

Yan Wangfu.

If you want to talk about King Yan, you have to talk about Song Shenzong Zhao Xu. I don’t know what evil he did in his previous life. He gave birth to fourteen sons, and eight of them died early, so the sixth son Song Zhezong Zhao Xu succeeded .It’s nothing more than eight early deaths, and two short-lived ones—Song Zhezong Zhao Xu and his thirteenth son Zhao Shiye both died at the age of 23, and Song Zhezong’s son died without giving birth to a single one.Short-lived is short-lived, there is actually a son who is blind - Zhao Bi, who is ranked ninth, so the throne is abruptly ranked as the No. 11 son of Song Shenzong Zhao Xu, Zhao Ji, which can be regarded as god-level shit luck.

Counting, Zhao Xu's relatively normal sons are the current official Zhao Ji, Yan Wang Zhaomao (twelfth son) and Yue Wang Zhao Si (fourteenth son).

And Yan Wang Zhao Yu, who was captured by the Jin people in history, starved to death on the road with his mother and younger brother Yue Wang Zhao Si, but he was the real boss behind the Zongzhenghui.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoqian, Zhao Yue and others were reporting Zhao Hao's rudeness, disobedience to Zongzhenghui's orders, and refusal to pay interest at the Palace of King Yan.

"It's unreasonable. How dare you be so rude to a young boy who is a distant relative?" Zhao Yu was furious.

Anger to anger, even if he is honored as the king of Yan, Zhao Yu still has no real power in his hands, so he can't deal with Zhao Hao.In fact, Zhao Ji was the strictest guard against Zhao Yu's two half-brothers. After all, the precedent of Taizong Zhao Guangyi's "candle shadow and ax sound" was there.

"My foolish brother also went up to the officials, but there was no follow-up." Zhao Xiaoqian sighed helplessly.

"That's why he burned down his brothel at night!" Zhao Yu said viciously.

Zhao Xiaoqian's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Really? I'm afraid that the people who stayed overnight will be burned to death."

Zhao Yu sneered and said, "All the burden is on this king, what are you afraid of? Even if someone dies, it can all be on Zhao Hao's body, so that he can't stand up!"

Zhao Xiaoqian also showed determination in his eyes, and said in a hateful voice: "Since King Yan has ordered, we will not disgrace our mission!"

The dignified king of Jinkang County, who knows Dazong's business, is an official from the first rank, but he was humiliated by Zhao Hao, a brat, how could he not hate him?

Now with the support of King Yan and the power of Zongzhenghui, the time for revenge is not far away.As for those guests, ladies, and servants who will die in the fire, their death is in vain.

In an instant, Zhao Xiaoqian seemed to have seen Zhao Hao standing in front of the ruins of "Heaven and Earth", his face was pale and ashamed, his expression was extremely embarrassed, and he didn't realize that his heart was full of joy.

Zhao Yu suddenly remembered something, and smiled at Zhao Xiaoqian: "Don't burn those who are too famous...such as the precious son of the Cai family, the old rascal Zhou Meicheng and his like..."

Zhao Xiaoqian was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Good regard, King Yan!"

At this moment, a house slave came in a hurry, walked gently to Zhao Yu's side, and said something in a low voice.

Zhao Yu's face changed drastically in an instant, with a look of shock in his eyes, and he lost his voice: "If you want to burn Zhao Hao's brothel, I'm afraid it won't work!"

Zhao Xiaoqian was thinking about brewing a revenge plan, when he heard Zhao Yu's words, he was not surprised, and asked in a voice, "Why?"

Zhao Yu lowered his voice and said, "Yesterday, the official family entered his brothel...they didn't return overnight, and they only returned to the palace at this time today. If that brothel is burned down, the official family will definitely investigate!"

Zhao Xiaoqian's face changed drastically in an instant... How did Zhuzi get on the line of the official again?

(End of this chapter)