Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 282 Xiaoman
"Just say the surname is Wang, about thirty or so, about seven feet tall, with slightly high cheekbones, sideburns, and a weathered face. He rides on a horse with a straight back!" The slave scratched at this point The back of his head: "By the way, that horse he rode is really good, even in West Market, it's rare to see it!"

"Riding a good horse, with a face full of wind and frost, and Jin Renwen's good friend!" Liu Yuanzhen's eyes lit up, and he patted his palm: "Take him to the flower hall, please wait a moment, I will be there in a while arrive!"

"Here!" The servant responded, and just as he turned around, he heard Liu Yuanzhen's voice again.

"Forget it, you take him to Xiaoman's yard, I'll wait for him there!"

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Refreshing green light shines through the finely polished mussel shells inlaid on the top of the patio, and the breeze gently blows in from the outside platform, bringing the fragrance of flowers and fruits into the garden.

Xiaoman yelled, stretched out her fingers painted red with impatiens juice, lazily picked up the round fan on the table, shook it twice, and drove away the two bees on top of her head. She didn't like this The buzzing sound of an insect made her sleep uneasy, recalling in her dreams things that should have been forgotten long ago.

"Little pretty girl, little pretty girl!"

There was a panting sound from outside the courtyard wall, Xiaoman raised his head and saw the fair face of his master Shutong.

"What's the matter? Master wants to come over?" Xiaoman sat up from the brocade couch, and the light red silk robe slipped off her shoulders, revealing her bare white chest. She was satisfied to see the book boy lowered his head quickly, his cheeks flushed, which made him A special pleasure arose in Xiaoman's heart. She picked up the wine glass and drank the remaining wine in one gulp: "Didn't he go to the palace last night? He woke up so early?"

"A distinguished guest is here, and the master intends to entertain him here!" The book boy still lowered his head, talking to himself: "The kitchen will bring food and drinks later, the master said, he just wanted to have a few private words with the guests Son, you don’t need to wait on people later, so I will work hard on you Xiaoman!”

"Oh, I'll dress up right away!" Xiaoman immediately understood what the book boy meant. As a dancer, she belongs to the owner just like everything in the mansion outside, such as the flowers and trees, the yard, the hunting dogs, and the horses. the property of.For example, hunting dogs can be used to chase prey, and horses can be used to ride, and they themselves have corresponding uses.Whenever the master wants to get some important news from a special guest, he will play his own card. She has never seen a man who can keep a secret in his soft words after drinking. Pass.

With the help of the maid, Xiaoman washed and made up, picked out jewelry and clothes, and as the makeup was finished, she felt her blood was burning, and she liked this feeling, like a warrior about to go to the battlefield—she felt herself She is also a samurai, but her weapons are not swords, swords, bows and crossbows, but soft words and dancing postures.

"Here it is, Wang Canjun, please come in! Please wait a moment, the master will arrive later!"

Xiaoman heard voices from outside the window and knew that the guest had arrived.She walked to the bronze mirror, looked at the impeccable face in the mirror, and smiled triumphantly: "Xiaoman, the winner tonight must be you!"

What a beautiful garden!Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Wenzuo sighed.

For the people of Chang'an at that time, the courtyard was an extremely important part of life. Enjoying the shade in summer, throwing pots in autumn, and enjoying snow in winter were all inseparable from the courtyard.People in Chang'an are not stingy about spending money on decorating their own courtyards, and the carefully arranged small ponds, rockery, grape trellises, seats, stone tables, and pergolas in the courtyard in front of them, it is obvious that Liu Yuanzhen spent a lot of money here.

"This Liu Nei Mansion really knows how to enjoy life!" Wang Wenzuo smiled, and he stretched out his right hand to push aside the branches. This kind of small shrub should have withered in this season, and it must have used some means to increase the temperature. Keep the garden green in winter.

"Xiaoman has seen Mr. Lang!"

The girl's voice was clear and graceful, like a stream flowing in the valley. Wang Wenzuo turned around and couldn't help being taken aback. The woman in front of him was wearing a long green dress, wearing a ponytail, and a golden step, naked. With her feet on the slate, the sun shining on her beautiful hair, it was so graceful and poetic, Wang Wenzuo couldn't help feeling a little dizzy for a while.

Seeing the reaction of the man in front of him, Xiaoman secretly rejoiced. This is a good start. From the appearance, this man should come from a border area, and he has not yet gotten used to Chang'an's luxurious life. All he needs is a wink, a smile, and a few times. Just a touch, a little ambiguous hint can break through its defenses.

"My concubine's name is Xiaoman, and I'm here to serve you!" Xiaoman pinched the corner of Wang Wenzuo's clothes and made a leading gesture: "The master will be here later, and let Xiaoman accompany you for a while!"

"Thank you!" Wang Wenzuo didn't pay much attention to the girl's small movements in front of him. He sat down on the stone bench. Xiaoman poured Wang Wenzuo a glass of wine and said with a smile, "Your accent means you're not from Chang'an, are you?"

"That's right!" Wang Wenzuo nodded, "I came to Chang'an on a mission!"

"It turned out to be an official!" Xiaoman laughed and said, "It's less than a month before the Shangyuan Festival, it would be great if you can stay until then!"

"Shangyuan Festival?" Wang Wenzuo couldn't help thinking about the polo team, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? Is the Shangyuan Festival in Chang'an different from other places?"

"Naturally, the emperor's feet are different!" Xiaoman's eyes showed longing light: "Not to mention anything else, every year on the Lantern Festival, the emperor will have fun with the people, such as lantern viewing, polo games, and juggling. Yes, only Luoyang can compare with Chang'an in the world!"

"Polo match? Chang'an also plays polo during the Lantern Festival?"

"Of course there is!" A look of "you ignorant countryman" flashed in Xiaoman's eyes, and then disappeared: "And the nobles in the palace will also participate, and the emperor, queen, and prince will also go to watch in person. , the brocade clothes are like clouds, and the horses are like a block, how can it be compared with other places?"

This time, the contempt in the girl's eyes did not escape Wang Wenzuo's eyes, but he didn't care too much, but just smiled indifferently: "If that's the case, then I have to stay to open my eyes!"

As the conversation progressed, Xiaoman was surprised to find that the man in front of him was becoming more and more incomprehensible. This man was not a womanizer, on the contrary, this man glanced at his face, chest, legs and hair from time to time. , but there is no such desire to take it as his own, more just praise and appreciation, which makes Xiaoman more curious about the origin of this man.

"Where is Mr. Lang from?"

"Where did you come from?" Wang Wenzuo smiled. The Chinese wording of the woman in front of him was a bit weird, but it was not surprising. Chang'an was one of the best cosmopolitan cities in the world at that time. There were 10,000+ Hu people in the city alone. The last one or two are not surprising: "I am originally from Shandong, but this time I came from Baekje!"

(End of this chapter)