female concubine

In the seventh year of Jianping, the King of Chengdu was ordered to return to Beijing at the age of 16.

The imperial city of Tokyo couldn't help supper, and even in the middle of the night, you could still hear the noise from the tiles, the cars were like flowing water, the horses were like dragons, it was complicated but not complicated.

The autumn wind blowing by the Jinshui River rolls the dead leaves to a courtyard. The largest courtyard in the west of the old city looks like a marquis’ mansion, but it is actually a flower building with green tiles and vermilion eaves, pavilions and pavilions. The carved beams and painted columns are extremely exquisite.

Under the moon, the drunk man was dressed as a rich man, reached out his hand and brushed off the extremely abrupt dead leaves on his shoulders, turned around and grabbed the woman's slender waist next to him, staring with confused eyes, making the woman A blush also appeared on Fu Fen's face. She stretched out her small hand to push gently, and then lowered her head in shame as if she was powerless to push away. Forget that this is a courtyard, and there are entourages on the side.

At three o'clock in Haishi, a gust of cool wind hit, and one of the gardenia lanterns under the corridor was blown out, only to hear a servant shouting from the other side: "Si Niang is on stage to perform a dance."

The only one in the building who can be called the fourth lady in the past ten years, the man's aroused mind was disturbed by this call, he pushed the woman in his arms away, stretched out his hand to straighten the handkerchief he was wearing, blinked his eyes, and tried to see Clear the way ahead.

Seeing this, several servants standing in the distance hurried forward to support him.

The man hiccupped, "Hey, I'm so lucky that I ran into Miss Liu Si to come out!"

The servants squinted their eyes and smiled flatteringly, "Maybe Miss Liu knows that you are here."

I saw the man standing up straight suddenly, and then slapped the boy fiercely—slap! ——"Bastard, who is Miss Liu? She is a fairy in the sky. How could she come out for a mortal like me? Even if the official comes, I may not be able to meet you. Today is obviously my luck!"

The servant who was slapped quickly slapped himself, "Yes, yes, the little one is talking nonsense, the little one should be damned."

The man just gave up, and immediately said in a daze: "But it's true, who am I, I miss Weng Weng and Daddy, as long as I say a word, would she dare not come to see me?"

Hearing these bold words, the servants understood that their young master was very drunk today.

Seeing that the woman who was about to succeed suddenly failed, and the fat sheep in her hand was taken away by a single sentence, so she stepped forward to chase unwillingly and said: "It is said that Sister Liu came out today for a noble person, and you are the one in the Yamen." You can only look at it from afar..."

The man didn't speak, his eyes turned coldly, the hand on his shoulder moved slightly, and a boy who helped him understood, turned his head and yelled at the woman, "Bitch, what are you, my lord wants to go!" Where, do you need to talk too much?" After speaking, he stepped forward and gave her a slap.

The servant's palms were stained with Han Han, and the woman's face was slapped red, but she could only cover her face and stare at her red eyes angrily. Seeing them leave in a hurry, she had to grit her teeth secretly.

"You, don't be angry. Those who work here are destined to be trampled under the feet of the world. Now even a master who is not an official can easily bully us, let alone a prince of the Marquis." The taller woman has a flower plaster on her forehead.

"Who can tell for sure," the woman's eyes became darker, "there will be no day to turn around?"

She chuckled, laughing that the woman's words were like a dream, "Don't dream, even if you escape from the good faith and are bought back to the mansion by officials and relatives, you will only have the life of a concubine." She shook her head and added: "And You can only be a lowly concubine, and you will never be able to straighten her upright, maybe even the officials will sell you if they are upset!"

"But it's not absolute."

"Yes, yes, if fate is good, and a son is born for his family, he may be able to stay, but how many acres of family property will the concubine get in the end? In ancient patriarchal law, all concubine sons must make way for the concubine son. No change, you should die as soon as possible!"

"No." The woman put down her hand covering her face, raised her neck and said viciously: "There are not only Lidi, but also Lixian, or, apart from you, there is no one to stand on, isn't that the case today?"

"Dare to talk about officials here, do you want to kill yourself?"

The man was helped by the servants into the attic where the theater was watched. There were several red gardenia lamps and yellow gardenia lamps hanging in the building, and the lights set off the colorful clothes underneath.

"Help me to the best place on the second floor."

The servants carefully supported the master upstairs, for fear that something might go wrong and it would be difficult to explain, "Sir, please slow down."

On the second floor, there are many separate small compartments, which form a circle, arch the stage in the middle, and use hollow carved screens as intervals.

There was a servant in the middle compartment who was cleaning up. Seeing that the people who came in looked different from the previous ones, he kindly reminded him: "Several guests, someone has already made an appointment here. If you want to see, The few places next to it are still vacant, but the price is a bit high, usually there are no empty seats when Siniang shows up, but today is a temporary show, many people don't know, so there are still vacancies, you..."

"Damn things!"

"Do you know who my husband is?"

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"Ah Lang, the cubicle you reserved in advance has been taken by Erlang from the Minister of Justice, and they still..." The bowed attendant seemed a little afraid to say anything, but when he saw the master's face, he bit the bullet and said, "They still say yes The Lord we can't offend, let us get away from each other by speaking wild words."

"Xiao Xianrong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice..." The young man wore a lavender round collar and a light gray cloak, rubbing his smooth chin.

"But aren't they too arrogant?"

The young man smiled and said: "His father is one of the six Ministers of the Ministry of Punishment, and his grandfather is Xiao Huaide, the founding general. He is now the founder of the country with [-] mercenaries guarding the southwest. If you want these, you may be even more arrogant than him!"

The attendant frowned, "But the founding marquis was playing chess with you at night one month ago, and this servant was trying to grievance you on behalf of Alang, the world is clearly..."

The boy turned around and put his bony hand to his lips, his eyes trembled slightly, "Shh."

The attendant immediately lowered his head and cupped his hands, "Slaves talk too much."

The young man turned around and went upstairs, "Okay, since he has taken it, let's find another place, today we mainly come to see the beauty, wouldn't it be a disappointment to get angry with others, it's too bad. "

The attendant had no choice but to follow behind him, complaining secretly, "Among the masters, you are the one with the best temper, and the servant is dissatisfied with you."

The boy just smiled lightly.

With the sound of bells and drums, the guests were seated, the noise gradually died down, and the second drum beat, the lanterns hanging on the beams in the attic were extinguished one after another, leaving only a large lamp on the middle stage.

The guests under the stage raised their necks one after another and looked at the stage.

"In the morning, the curtain rolls with light frost, and you try plum makeup with your hands." The dancers stood by the candlelight, with skin drums as the stage, and then they clasped their hands in two groups. Go barefoot and dance to the drums.

Song Dynasty regards thinness as the beauty, the beauty is not in the skin but in the bones, this woman on the stage has icy muscles and bones, which attracted the stares of all the guests.

The gate of the building was not closed, and those who rushed to the building after hearing the news all sat down carefully, fearing to make a noise to spare the silence.

It is not only to appreciate dances, but also to appreciate people. There are even literati who hold candles and brushes to write poems, and painters to paint.

The sound of the piano was turned off, the dance stopped, and the originally quiet scene suddenly became noisy, with a lot of praise and discussion, and there was even the sound of bidding during this period.

She had no choice but to get down from the drum and walk to the front of the drum, turning slightly sideways, "Si Niang came to the stage to dance tonight, just for the sake of an old friend, so I won't entertain guests."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, a drunken voice came from the compartment on the second floor, "Does Miss Liu know that I'm coming today? How can I not accept such kindness..." So she waved her hand.

Two servants came up from the stage, holding a box of gold ingots and offering them, "This is a wish from my husband, I hope Miss Liu will accept it with a smile."

Who can come here to play, who is not from a noble family, with a lot of money, and there are not a few who spend a lot of money, so money is the least rare thing here, so the man did not receive the praise of others.

"Take it back." The woman raised her head again and said, "Meng Xiao's yamen loves her, but Si Niang is dancing for her tonight, so I hope the yamen won't embarrass the servants."

At this point, Si Niang's remark caused a commotion, "This is the grandson of the founding marquis!"

Some people disdain, "What about the founding marquis, didn't he offend His Royal Highness the crown prince, and was sent to guard the southwest border on his behalf. When the new emperor ascends the throne in the future, will the Xiao family still have a good life?"

Some people nodded in agreement, while others shook their heads in disapproval, "Although the crown prince has been established, the sage passed away early, and now Queen Zhao's mother and son are the most favored by the officials. It's really hard to say what will happen in the future!"

"I heard that the officials have recalled the Duke of Chengdu to Tokyo."

"Who is the King of Chengdu?"

"Our county king has not said anything for so many years, and he is not favored by the officials, so it is reasonable not to know."

"No matter how unfavored, he is still the official's own flesh and blood. No matter which elder brother ascends the throne in the future, he will definitely be the prince. Based on this status, we can't make unreasonable comments."

The man didn't hear Si Niang's words clearly, so he looked at the servant beside him.

"Lang Jun, she didn't follow, and even returned the gold you gave me in disgust!"

He glared angrily, let go and said, "Help me down!"

Xiao Yanei came down from upstairs, supported the boy with one hand, and pointed at Si Niang with the other hand, "Yanei, I have taken a fancy to you, that is your blessing, you don't know what is good and what is bad, and you are shameless!" He didn't want to tear his face apart, and was afraid that he would not get anything in the end, so he said in a daze, "I've always been magnanimous, and I don't care about you. If you obey me today, I will allow you to be rich in the future."

The woman laughed angrily, and said coldly: "You can follow me, as long as there is one condition from Xiao Yanei."

Seeing an opportunity, he hurriedly responded with a smile: "Say it!"

"Three matchmakers and six hires, welcome to be the wife."

Xiao Yanei froze when he heard this, and immediately remembered the ferocious faces of Weng Weng and his father, and trembling, he said angrily: "Presumptuous! What are you, and you don't even look at your identity."

"What is the identity of the slave family? Everyone here knows, since the yamen can't do it, then please go back!"

After hearing this, Xiao Ya Nei angrily threw away the two servants beside him and put his hands on his waist, "Okay, it seems that I used to be too polite to you as a Ya Nei, you are just a little prostitute in this moon building, Since I have come today, you can follow it or not, and I have entered this place, so there is no reason to withdraw."

Si'er had a bad foresight, so he stepped forward and tugged at the corner of Xiao Yanei's clothes, "Erlang, the Duke is about to return to Beijing, it's not appropriate..."

"Go away!" Xiao Yanei kicked Si'er away.

Seeing his posture, Si Niang seemed to want to come and grab him hard. As the person in front of her, even if she was the oiran lady in the building, her mother would not dare to intercede for her.

Seeing this, the servant at the side hurriedly leaned over to her, "Girl, you should follow my husband." He lowered his voice by his lap, "Young gentleman is really drunk today, what will you do if you start a fight! "

Si Niang raised her head and said again: "This is Tokyo City, don't the yamen still dare to know that breaking the law is not allowed?"

Xiao Yanei immediately laughed, "Fa, my father is the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, and I am Fa!"

"Even if the prince breaks the law and commits the same crime as the common people, when will the minister of the Ministry of punishment replace the laws of the Song Dynasty?"

The voice was clear and clear, everyone looked back, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy came into view, with red lips and white teeth, holding a sandalwood folding fan and calmly walked onto the stage.

"Go, go, where are you, you brat, this matter is beyond your control!" Several servants wanted to go forward and chase him away.

The boy's attendants stepped forward to stop them.

Xiao Yanei beckoned, supported the boy and staggered closer, pointed at the young man and then at himself, "Who are you, you dare to meddle in my Xiao family's affairs?"

"You don't need to know who I am, but this girl doesn't like you now, so please leave!"

"I'll go to you..."

He was about to swear violently, but was pulled back by a startled servant beside him, "Mr. Lang, this man is wearing a brocade robe!"

Immediately, Yang Qi lowered his hands tremblingly. He blinked his eyes and forced himself to wake up. Only then did he see the different dark patterns on the young man's round collar robe. He immediately faltered a little, took two steps back, and his anger went away. Most of them are drunk but not stupid.

The author has something to say: the name is useless...

A Lang is the meaning of the servants calling the master of the mansion, and Lang Jun is the son of the master.

There are many titles, which will be analyzed slowly later.