Cloud God is not God

The two of Yun Zhongjun were taken by Xu Jiaojiao to a quiet private room on the second floor. Although it was not big, it was clean and unique.Xu Jiaojiao handed back Qi Jingheng's sign with both hands, said a few polite words in a serious manner, and then withdrew.

Yun Zhongjun sat down at the table by the window, Qi Jingheng quickly rinsed the teacup with water, and began to order tea, with skillful hands, the tea soup he ordered came out naturally.

"Master, please use tea." Qi Jingheng gently pushed the saucer in front of Yun Zhongjun.

Yun Zhongjun nodded to signal, picked up the teacup and ingested it to produce body fluids, after swallowing the sweetness, a fresh fragrance rushed into the brain, a taste that had not been seen for a long time.

Yun Zhongjun put down his teacup, looked up and looked downstairs, just in time to see the man in red in the crowd, who was pushing a cup and changing cups with the people next to him.

"Jing Heng, what is a phoenix flower?" Yun Zhongjun asked while staring at a place downstairs.

When Qi Jingheng heard the master's question, he stood up quickly and replied with some embarrassment: "Master, this phoenix flower is a kind of flower that grows next to the carrion corpse. It blooms like a phoenix tail and emits a peculiar smell that attracts Bees and butterflies fly to the pistils to pick them, and the liquid next to the pistils will stun these insects, and then melt them as their own fertilizer. This Pteris flower grows very coquettishly, with red flowers and no leaves. It is usually seen This kind of flower knows that there should be a dead body nearby."

Qi Jingheng finished speaking in one breath, but he didn't dare to say the rest.

Yun Zhongjun: "Fengtail flower? It is indeed a dangerous existence."

Qi Jingheng thought to himself, how could a small flower be in danger?Seeing that Yun Zhongjun stopped talking, he sat down and asked Xiaoer to order some delicate dishes and a jug of wine.Naturally, this wine was ordered for Master, and Fei Wuyong felt much better physically and mentally after drinking a few glasses of wine here.Playing with the lantern in his hand, looking around, listening to everyone's gossip.

"Hey, I heard that the oiran is performing tonight, and even the prefect is here."

"It seems that this oiran is really famous. The prefect is over 50, and he still wants to kiss Fangze?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. I heard that five more people died yesterday, the same as before. The prefect arrested a lot of book sellers."

"Why arrest those people? Just arrest Shan Xiaogui who wrote the book. Didn't he write that ghost book?"

"It's just that no one was caught, so the prefect was very angry and locked up a lot of people. Don't offend yourself."

"Hey, this official is in charge of the sky and the earth, can he still manage people's fun? Come on, don't mention that broken book, let's drink."

Feiwu Yongzheng heard it interesting, and the person next to him gave him a hand.

"Young master, I see that you are handsome and suave. If you can show off your talents tonight, you might be able to become the guest of honor for that beauty from the Western Regions."

As soon as Fei Wuyong heard about the beauties from the Western Regions, he became interested, "But the oiran tonight?"

"That's right, this oiran is from the Western Regions, her name is Jia Ji, she can play the pipa well, and her dancing moves are exquisite, I guarantee you have never seen it before."

"It's just that recently, it's very strange. I like to pay attention to the talents of flower hunters, otherwise I won't pick up customers. Her appearance has made those aristocratic princes eager to try. Those nerds even said that she is unsullied in the mud, and has unparalleled integrity." Strange woman. No, as long as she is on stage, it will be overcrowded."

Fei Wuyong: "Um, fake chicken?"

"Hey, what real chicken, fake chicken, it's Jiaji, Jia from Ganan, this is the surname of the Western Regions, and it has a unique flavor." Said a rather educated young man next to him.

Feiwuyong chuckled, looking forward to seeing this beauty from the Western Regions even more.

"Oh, poor Miss Wang~"

After all, Feiwu Yongcai is a young man, if not for some misfortune in his family, he would have already married the girl from the Zhang family in the west of the city, maybe even have a child...

Later, he wandered around the romantic places, visited countless people, and always thought of Miss Wang, the most beautiful woman in Huayang City. After all, this was also his dream when he was young.cough cough...

After a while, the surrounding lights dimmed, the central stand was heavily lit, and the curtain was pulled up on the stage. Musicians from the Western Regions made their debut and sat at the end of the stand.The musical instruments in his hands are also unusual, there is a shamisen that is taller than a person, a double-faced drum, and a flute, which Fei Wuyong basically doesn't know.Everyone saw this battle and knew that the oiran of the Western Regions was about to appear. At this time, a woman came up to the stage and explained the rules. Naturally, it was the rules of this brothel. The people below listened attentively, for fear of missing something.

The woman backed away after she finished speaking, and the lights in the audience dimmed again.

The huqin master fiddled with the shartz in his hand, and two sounds sounded from the qin, tactfully for a second, and then a higher tune for the next second, and the musician played the satar in response, melodious and tactful, the strings curled up , into the ears and into the heart.Everyone sat up straight and leaned closer to the stands.

Then the curtain was opened, and several women dressed in Western Region servants spun out, all wearing tulle, barefoot, and bare shoulders and arms.

At this time several tambourines sounded.A woman responded.Wearing red sand, with the sunset glow covering her face, her bare feet wrapped around bells, her shoulders exposed and her belly exposed, and her arms wrapped with colorful gauze ribbons.The bun is tall, and several strings of silver bells are inlaid on the bun.

As soon as the woman appeared, everyone held their breath.The windows of the private rooms upstairs had already been opened.

Accompanied by Huxian drum music, Jiaji danced, which was different from Zhongyuan's slender, soft and restrained.Jia Ji swayed, sometimes spinning like a fish jumping, sometimes raising her legs like fluttering a butterfly, sometimes bending over like sniffing flowers, and sometimes twisting her waist like a snake.The silver bells on her body rang with the movement, ups and downs, and full of seductiveness.

In the front is an image of a lonely camel in the desert, and in the back is a scene of snakes swaying with flutes.

It was just a dance, Fei Wuyong only felt his chest was extremely wide open, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of the camel bell in his mind, gradually going away, took him to the distant and vast desert, let the wind and sand avoid the sun, and soared in the sky.It could not calm down for a long time, it was Wuyong who felt his shallowness at this moment.

If I don't experience this situation personally, I am afraid that I will regret it for life, so I left a small wish in my heart.

Fei Wuyong came back to his senses and found that some of the people beside him were drooling and some had staring eyes.Destroyed the artistic conception in his heart.Then stay away from them.

Seeing this, Mr. Yunzhong upstairs came back to his senses. Of course he watched Jia Ji's dance, but he was also looking at the man in red. The man's face had a cloudy expression, and his eyes sparkled. The light seems to be more eye-catching than Gaggie's dance.

Qi Jingheng next to him has returned to normal, because he has also seen some peerless dances of dancers from the Western Regions.But at that moment just now, he felt, what Zhang Qian saw and felt after going through hardships, suddenly there was a feeling in his chest that the world shared sorrow and all people shared joy.

Qi Jingheng thought to himself, as expected, following the master, the understanding and feeling are different, and the eyes that look at Yun Zhongjun are full of reverence.

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If you are interested, you can listen to Mr. Jinlong's performance below.The musical instruments in Xinjiang, the desert, the camel, the feeling of ups and downs, it’s great