Legend of the Orchid

One month later, Zhao Guangyi returned to the capital with his army. Everyone was alive, except Zhao Dezhao, king of Wugong County, who died with unknown cause.

The little ladies in the capital were so sad that they wanted to jump into the river.Soon, all kinds of gossip came in. Some said that the king of the county died in battle, some said that the king of the county was bestowed to death by the current emperor, and another was even more bizarre, that the king of the county asked his majesty to reward his subordinates, and after being reprimanded by his majesty, he was so frightened that he hanged himself that night up.

The widows of the county king were even more distraught. Fortunately, the emperor allowed them to still live in the original mansion, and the treatment was not compromised, which made everyone feel at ease.

The body of the county king was not brought back from the battlefield. Zhao Tingmei and Zhao Defang made a tomb for Zhao Tingjie. On the day of the funeral, when the others left, the two uncles and nephews stood in front of the grave sadly. Zhao Defang said quietly: "So, this Will it be my fate in the future too?"

Zhao Tingmei's round baby face has become completely pointed, her cheekbones on both sides are protruding, and there are two blue crescents under his eyes, obviously he hasn't slept well for many days, he shook his head wearily and said: "I won't let this kind of thing happen again. occur."

The two walked to the foot of the mountain, Zhao Yuanzuo greeted him at a loss, Zhao Tingmei sighed softly, and suddenly smiled: "Yuanzuo, you haven't gone back yet?"

He said, took Zhao Yuanzuo's hand, and walked into the carriage together.

Zhao Defang watched silently from behind, feeling at a loss in her heart, they have all changed, in the chaotic world, who can stick to themselves?

As the wind picked up, he wrapped his dark brown cloak tighter.

Winter is coming soon.

For a whole year afterward, Tokyo was still bustling. Countless nights, sensuality and luxury, people celebrated the illusion of a prosperous age in alcohol, singing and dancing, and gradually forgot about the martial arts king.

It's just that the legend of the demon orchid spread again on a certain day, and the princes and nobles rushed into the drunk red building, wanting to see the beauty's true face.

It was the early spring of the third year, the lingering fragrance of wintersweet still lingered in the streets and alleys of the capital, and the golden winter jasmine could not wait to emerge on the street corners and riversides, clusters of freshness and splendor brought Kyoto back to life. full of vitality.

On a bright spring day, an indistinguishable oiran appeared in the drunken red building. She only played the piano, never spoke, and covered half of her pretty face with a veil. The eyebrows and slender peach blossom eyes are also shockingly beautiful.

There is a coquettish red orchid under her right eye, which sets off her snowy muscles more and more. She doesn't need to speak, just smiles, and she has a charming charm.

Some people say that she is taller than ordinary women and looks like a man. She may be Li Zhonglan, who has been missing for a long time, but others say, how can a man have such a slender waist? Hey, that small waist looks extremely soft, just hold it gently It seems like it's about to break, how nice it would be to have a chance to touch it!

It's a pity that the price that the oiran offered was too high, listening to her play a piece would cost five thousand gold, but if one wanted to see her true face, it would cost one hundred thousand gold!

Such a jaw-dropping price scared everyone away. Only an old wealthy businessman brought a carriage of gold to ask for an interview, but was rejected by the oiran. This news became a legend in the capital.

Although oirans seldom show up, Zuihonglou has once again become a gathering place for the capital's upstarts, and when they are lucky enough to see the oiran's performance is all a matter of luck, which makes the business of Zuihonglou extremely hot every night.

This night, the benefactors gathered in the brothel lobby to chat as usual. In a corner of the magnificent corner, a group of luxuriously dressed young masters were surrounding the sullen Zhao Defang and teasing: "Your Highness, you haven't been back to Beijing these days Is there such a beauty?"

Zhao Defang drank the wine from the porcelain cup and said with a smile, "What beauty, is she as beautiful as my sister-in-law?"

"Sister-in-law?" Those sons-in-law looked at each other, and suddenly burst into laughter, "The sister-in-law you are talking about, shouldn't it be your second sister-in-law Wang? Is she beautiful?"

Zhao Defang poured himself another glass of wine. He picked up the glass and threw it at Zhang Shilang, who laughed the loudest among them. The other party was splashed with the spicy wine, and immediately slapped the table angrily: "What are you doing!"

Others came to smooth things over one after another, trying their best to appease the opposing parties. At this moment, only the madam reported in her bitter voice: "The oiran is here!"

In an instant, there was no sound in the lobby, and Zhang Shilang turned his anger into joy in an instant, staring intently at the stage in front of him. Seeing that everyone was looking forward to it, Zhao Defang also looked forward curiously.

The clear and beautiful sound of the pipa resounded leisurely, and several dancers Shi Shiran, with their hair tied up and dressed in white clothes, jumped onto the dance floor. They held jade-faced silk fans and quickly moved forward in the curling white smoke. At first glance, there is a looming white lotus under each dancer's feet, and the lotus moves and moves, which can't help but amaze.

When the dancers moved from one end of the dance floor to the other, a large section of Gagaku music suddenly poured down, and the smoke quickly spread across the stage. When the smoke faded, the dancers changed into bright dance costumes and began to sway. The two phoenixes danced against each other at both ends of the stage, and then flew into the air, colliding with countless gold powders, which were scattered down one after another, again amazed the guests.

The dancers then retreated, and suddenly a huge white orchid rose on the empty stage. When the petals slowly bloomed, the melodious sound of the piano instantly flowed into the hearts of everyone like a clear stream.

Everyone held their breath and stared desperately at the alluring figure in the center of the stage wearing a red veil and wearing a vermilion dress. As long as the beautiful woman glanced over, the hearts of the spectators seemed to stop beating, and then quickly and violently. What, no one seems to care.

Suddenly, Zhao Defang's eyes widened. Every time he and Hua Kui's slender and beautiful eyes looked at each other, his heart would beat violently. Excited and sentimental at the same time, the corners of my eyes became moist unconsciously.

He staggered to his feet and walked to the stage, the crowd was in a commotion, the guards in the brothel came to stop him, Zhao Defang fought with them, but the oiran stopped playing the piano, got up and went upstairs, some young men wanted to take advantage of the chaos He went upstairs, but was quickly slapped down by the madam. The madam scolded viciously: "You son of a bitch, you have to obey the rules, do you understand?"

Zhao Defang was alone and weak, so she was finally restrained and escorted upstairs. The madam was downstairs with a smiling face: "It's okay, it's okay, let's keep playing, oiran? The oiran is frightened, everyone, wait a few more days!"

Upstairs, Zhao Defang was pushed into a room, and he almost stumbled, so he was very angry. He just wanted to raise his head and scold him, but he saw the red-clothed oiran standing opposite him. He was overjoyed and asked tentatively, "Li Zhonglan?"

The other party slowly lifted the red veil, and when his face was fully exposed, Zhao Defang felt his heartbeat stopped.

The standing jade man in red is none other than Li Zhonglan who has disappeared for more than a year!

With tears in her eyes, Zhao Defang rushed forward, and hugged Li Zhonglan tightly, almost holding her breathless. Li Zhonglan wanted to pat Zhao Defang on the back in relief, but finally couldn't help but slap her fiercely: "Let go, I want you!" I was crushed by you!"

Zhao Defang let go obediently, but immediately held Li Zhonglan's face carefully, like admiring a precious antique, wanting to deeply engrave every inch of Li Zhonglan's skin into his eyes.

The door rang again, as if someone had come in, Zhao Defang turned a deaf ear to it, Li Zhonglan struggled to break free, Zhao Defang stubbornly refused to let go, soon, his collar was picked up, and then he was lifted into the air like a chicken.

"Fourth, what are you going to do to your sister-in-law?" The sonorous and forceful voice of inquiry exploded in Zhao Defang's ears like thunder.

After Zhao Defang was put down, he turned around slowly, and finally saw that resolute and familiar face. The pain that had been pent up for more than a year was like a flood, breaking through the emotional floodgate, and he shouted: "Second brother!" Then he threw himself into Zhao Tingjie's arms, crying.