A Qi

"The wind and flowers compete to enter the Changchun courtyard, and the lights and candles illuminate the city that never sleeps."

In Guangling City, the most popular streets and alleys must be Pingkangli in Dongcheng District.

There are many brothels in the streets and alleys, and the capital is full of fat and powder. The most popular ones are the men's brothels with the plaque of "Changchun Courtyard" and the female brothels with the plaque of "City that Never Sleeps". These two can be said to be the only ones. , not only literati and refined scholars like to go shopping, but also those dignitaries and dignitaries in bright clothes.

There are two great blessings in life—the title of the Yanta Pagoda, and the visit to the prostitutes in Pingkang. This Firework Lane has one of them, but the prostitutes who are attracted to visits can be male or female, male or female.

During the Pinghua period, Emperor Pingxuan of the Dongcheng Dynasty was in power. This young emperor was fatuous and cruel, he listened to his courtiers, and was even more addicted to women.Emperor Pingxuan reigned for 15 years. In the early years, he also worked hard and diligently governed the country. However, since he accepted the daughter of the Liang family as his concubine, he was addicted to the gentle township every night. Governance.From then on, the decision of court affairs was not made by Emperor Pingxuan, but by Liang Guozhang. The Guozhang's mansion was full of people, and the flattering officials sent away a group of officials, and came again.Liang Huaishi was also on the rise, and with the help of his daughter, he sat on the prime minister's position smoothly and steadily.

It's just that Liang Guozhang is really not a kind person, his hands are stained with the blood of many loyal ministers and famous generals, it is really inhumane.There is a folk song that says: The head of the Liang family murdered his life for his wealth, which is the great misfortune of the dynasty.

Five years ago, An Ruoxu, the minister of the Ministry of War, made a memorial to Ping Xuan Emperor, and in the memorial he wrote all the crimes of Liang Guozhang forming a party for personal gain and persecuting Zhongliang.Every word is a pearl, which can be learned from the heart.

But the memorial had long been intercepted by the eyeliner placed beside the emperor, and it was naturally handed over to the Guozhang's mansion in the end.Poor Mrs. An, who was loyal all his life, was accused of writing books of the former dynasty by Liang Huaishi and was punished by the nine clans.

Overnight, the entire An Mansion was slaughtered with extremely cruel methods.

The bones turned into ashes, and the dead were gradually forgotten in the memory of the people, and their traces completely disappeared in Guangling City.Blame the ruthlessness of the years, blame the teasing of fate, time is fate.

"Young Master Ling, I heard that a big man is coming tonight."

The man who painted his eyebrows in front of the mirror, his face was like powder, his lips were painted like vermilion, his bright black eyes were full of charm, straight to the soul, after listening to the words of the people around him, he didn't speak, the corners of his lips twitched slightly Inclined, the lofty energy is really heart-wrenching.

This is the leading figure of the Changchun Academy, Mr. Hualing. This lovely person was not called by this name before, but he just fell into the alley of fireworks. The old bustard looked at his beautiful appearance, so he named him "Hualing". Afterwards, everyone only said that Mr. Hua Ling from the Changchun Academy was born like a flower and a jade, and he was able to have a romantic relationship with him, and I don't know how it is.Gradually, no one asked his original name.

This Mr. Hua Ling has been wandering in Fengyue Court for four years. Since he came, the business of this Changchun Courtyard has been getting better and better day by day. Many officials and dignitaries have come here admiringly, calling for Mr. Hua Ling to accompany him.It's a pity that this Young Master Hua Ling has been booked by someone since he entered the hall, and he usually only receives that noble person.

The identity of this nobleman is undeniably precious, except for the boss behind the Changchun Courtyard and Aunt Mei, the bustard, who knows, even Chunrui, the maid who usually waits on Mr. Hualing, has only met the benefactor. is ignorant.

"Boom, boom, boom."

There was an unhurried knock on the door.

"Who is it?" the servant girl Chun Rui roared anxiously.

"It's me, Ah Qi, mother asked me to bring Mr. Ling the clothes to wear tonight."

Chunrui put down the mahogany comb she was about to use to comb Hua Ling's hair, and impatiently walked over to open the door.

"Why are you here to send it off? Where's Chunfang?"

"At this moment, a difficult guest came down. Chunfang passed by, and my mother asked me to bring up Mr. Ling's clothes."

Chunrui took the clothes with a face full of disgust, fluttering for a while, as if the clothes were unclean, "Mom, my son's clothes can be washed by anyone's hands."

Ah Qi ignored Chunrui's words and walked away.

In this Changchun Courtyard, apart from some last-class male prostitutes who cater to beggars and poor people, the lowest ones are tortoise slaves like Ah Qi.They are bought by the madam to do hard work, and if any young men want to escape, the madam usually orders them tortoise-slaves to catch them and humiliate them severely; usually they stay in this restaurant Running errands up and down.Don't say that the madam doesn't look down on such cheap people, and the male prostitutes and maids in this restaurant don't talk much to people like them.

After going out, Ah Qi spat hard, what, isn't she just a maid, and her son is just a thing to be played with by men.

"Mr. Ling, these turtle slaves look dirty, they really dirty your clothes."

Hua Ling glanced at him, with an unreasonable coldness, she said, "Put down your clothes, you go out first."

"Young Master Ling, you will be on the stage soon, and this servant will continue to serve you to dress up."

"Get out." His voice was cold.

Chunrui had no choice but to gently close the door and walk out.

The eyes of the man in the room were full of hatred, mixed with a little bit of sadness, these two emotions merged into one face, but it was a face that was disastrous to the country and the people, it was really beautiful.

He found a piece of jade pendant in the drawer of the dressing table, and rubbed it gently with his fingertips, caring and cherishing it with all his might.The whole body of this jade is blue and blue, without any variegation, it is a rare top grade, and the word "An" is engraved on it.If other people see this scene, they must be deeply impressed by the beautiful woman with beautiful jade, and then say softly: I don't know which affectionate bed guest gave it to me.

Stretching out a slender and fair hand, she brushed aside the black hair that hung down her shoulders, and gently pulled down the collar, revealing a long and thin scar on her neck, which was even more eye-catching on the smooth and jade-like skin.Putting down the jade pendant in his hand, and touching this blemish, the sadness in his eyes became even worse.

The rain was heavy, and the pouring rain came from above, washing away people's eyes.Up and down the An mansion, corpses were strewn all over the ground, and the ground was covered with blood, and Mr. An and his wife were also lying in the rain, looking miserable.

In the backyard of Anfu, a middle-aged man was pulling with a young man.

"Master, I beg you, please go."

The white-clothed boy's clear face was full of hatred, "I won't leave, my parents are here!"

"Master, you are the only incense in the An family. If something happens to you, how can I explain to the master and wife on the way to Huangquan?" He knelt down emphatically, picked up the dagger hidden in his sleeve for self-defense, and put it on his neck There were traces of blood oozing out, "Uncle An, please, let's go."

The boy also returned him in the same way, and the dagger also printed blood on his slender neck, "Uncle An, no, want, force, me."

The middle-aged man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and shouted at the young man, "Do you really want to see the An family die? Why did the master and madam rush up when they ransacked the house? They were all for the young master. They thought Delaying the officers and soldiers, so that you have time to escape, you have really failed the heart of the old lady."

The young man dropped the dagger, and with a bang, the weapon fell to the ground, and he sat on the ground in a daze, with the rain hitting his face, his face was full of pain and grief.

"Let's go, young master, please, let's go."

The boy seemed to realize something, and grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, "Uncle An, come with me."

But the middle-aged man brushed away the hand that was holding his sleeve, his eyes were piercingly pompous, and his voice was low, "Uncle An is too old to walk, and an old bone is enough...Young Master, You have to take good care of yourself... Uncle An will go down to serve Mrs. Madam..."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the dagger in his hand, wiped his neck and killed himself in an instant, so fast that people didn't even have a moment to blink.

"Do not--"

The relentless rain in the night, like a huge curtain, covered the bloody stench in Anfu.

The memory came to an abrupt end. Who would have known that young man back then, but now he is in the Changchun Courtyard and has become a popular name that everyone is willing to spend thousands of dollars on? An Rong himself did not expect it.

Put the jade pendant back to its original place, pull up the collar, pick up the rouge piece in front of the bronze mirror and put it between the two lips, purse your lips lightly, the color of your lips will become more beautiful after a while, and you will change into the red sleeve dress prepared by the madam , with only white obscene clothes inside.After cleaning up all these, the cruelty on An Rong's face disappeared completely, replaced by a breathtaking charm.

"Young master Ling, my mother told me to rush you." Chunrui's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Got it." It was so cold.

Slowly walked to the door, opened the door, Chunrui stared straight at her, for if she stayed with Mr. Ling every day, such an appearance coupled with the bright red costume, it was even more dazzling, once she appeared on the stage, she would definitely attract the audience of visitors.

Hmph, Mr. Yi, let me see how you compare with our young master.Chunrui thought to herself, and couldn't help but feel excited for Young Master Ling's next performance.

Step by step, slowly walk down the stairs from the second floor. The ring for the oiran competition is set up in the banquet hall on the first floor. It is already full of guests. The person performing on the stage is Mr. Fengyi, who is holding a pipa , played and sang "The Resentment of the Lady in Spring" with a miserable expression, and everyone was still immersed in his cute and pitiful appearance. Now that they saw Mr. Hua Ling, their eyes naturally followed Mr. Hua Ling, and there was no room for them to look at others.

Feng Yi on the stage was obviously not happy, but helplessly, she played the piece bravely and ended in a hurry, with several wrong endings in the end.Little bitch Hua Ling, you are really my nemesis, and I am furious in my heart.

Aunt Mei, the bustard, smiled flatteringly, twisted her round buttocks, and walked onto the stage step by step.

"My Aunt Mei is very happy today." Looking at a distinguished guest in the first row, "Our Mr. Liang is here to join us. Our Changchun Courtyard is full of flamboyant students." Hui. The Changchun Courtyard has been operating in Guangling City for more than ten years, and it is indispensable for the support of all the distinguished guests. Aunt Mei thank you all the elders. Today, everyone, just have fun, good wine, beauties, eat enough...Look at me Mouth, I couldn’t stop talking, and almost forgot the business. Next, we, Hua Ling, will play a Guqin for you gentlemen.”

After a while, a seven-string basswood guqin was moved onto the stage. Hua Ling stepped up, seductive and inverting all living beings with each step, and sat on the futon.

The sound of the zither is dazzling, and he interprets "High Mountain and Flowing Water" very exquisitely, as clear as splashing jade, trembling like a dragon's chant.It is obviously a seductive face, but there is a sense of loneliness and dust, coupled with this elegant music, it makes his whole body covered with a layer of mystery, tempting people to delve into it.