Yu Jun

Chapter 51 Eye-opening
Cheng Ting left home in a rage, and fled through the clouds and fog. Wu Jin wanted to lead him to Shishi Street, but he wanted to drink away his worries, so he insisted not to go, and walked all the way to Yuhua Street.

Yuhua Street is brightly lit, a bright light, a gathering of chivalrous men, shoulder to shoulder, horses and chariots making it difficult to move, laughter and laughter spread from countless mouths, it is in harmony with Shengge, wine, gold cups and silver cups, cherry-colored lip balm, timid rain and shame. meaning, intertwined into a Yuhua Street full of ambiguous affairs.

Wu Jin looked at Cheng Ting: "This is not a place to drink."

"This is the place to drink." Cheng Ting straightened himself facing the water tank, rolled up his sleeves high, wiped his hair with wet hands, and patted the dust on his body: "Young master eats poor him today."

He washed his face again, and looked at Wu Jin with water in his eyes.

Wu Jin was drenched in sweat, and the shirt was stuck to his chest and back, revealing a thin figure, his hair was also black and damp, and there was an unrelenting depression between his eyebrows and eyes.

He could see that Wu Jin was confused about Yuhua Street.

The streets of Yuhua Street are familiar to Wu Jin, but every door of Yuhua Street has never been opened to him. As far as he knows, this is a cave of selling gold, a sea of ​​fireworks, and a place of unrestrained obscenity and filth. Place.

Cheng Ting tidied up his head: "I'll take you there to cool off."

He took a step forward, grabbing Wu Jin's sleeve as if he was afraid that he would run away, and walked to a Yan restaurant with an open door. There were many diners inside, and the smell of wine was overwhelming. , took Wu Jin and only walked backwards.

Behind the ordinary Yan Pavilion, there is another door, and there are two waiters standing beside the door. They didn't ask much, and when they saw that Cheng Ting wanted to go in, they opened the door.

After entering the door, there is another small path. Walking through the small path, there are two gates again, with two red lanterns hanging and two guards.

One of them recognized Cheng Ting and immediately said with an apologetic smile, "Master Cheng is here."

Immediately, the two stepped forward, one left and one right pushed open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a gust of cool wind hitting the skirt of his clothes immediately, as cold as a high autumn, the sweat on Wu Jin's body made the cool wind quickly subside, closing the Xuanfu in an instant.

Wu Jin's body also tightened a bit, her head felt dizzy, and her eyes closed involuntarily.

Then open your eyes and look in. There are railings and wine seats all around, dazzling carved eaves reflecting the sun, painted buildings flying clouds, variegated colors and carved gold, and even the corners are Qionglin Yushu. Create a place of extreme wealth.

In the courtyard, the water stimulates the fan cart, the sound is like the sound of a spring, and the water mist splashes like a bead curtain. There is also a high platform, and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras all come from it.

There were already many men sitting around the courtyard, all of them were either rich or noble, wearing gold and silver, and the prostitutes leaning on the railing were dressed in light gauze, smiling at each other, Jasmine's head was full and her eyes were rolling.

Cheng Ting found an empty table and chair, and dragged Wu Jin over there. After walking two or three steps, someone greeted him, saying "Master Cheng", "Brother Cheng", "Nephew", and "Little Brother" along the way. The shouts continued, and Cheng Ting responded in all directions. He didn't know whether to smile or cry. After sitting down, he planned to eat poor Cheng Zhifu, asking for the best wine and the best food.

As soon as he sat down, another person came to raise a glass. While toasting, he looked at Wu Jin. He didn't know who this poor student was.

These gazes were far sharper than those of the neighbors on Shishi Street, as if they wanted to see into Wu Jin's flesh and blood, to see whose family he was from, which family he was related to, and what kind of background he was in Kuanzhou.

Wu Jin felt like sitting on pins and needles.

The gaze was tolerable, but the smell made him dizzy and chest tight. Floating in the corridor, there was the smell of candle oil, the smell of wine, the smell of women's powder, and the smell of cold wind and cold water, all mixed together, as if the whole restaurant was wrapped in naked clothes. In the body, sticky and slippery.

He wanted to go out and blow the hot wind outside, drink a sip of hot tea, but when he saw Cheng Ting, Cheng Ting had already drank half a pot of the bitter wine of love.

Cheng Ting noticed his gaze and thought he was shocked by this place, so he patted his shoulder and pointed to the platform that was half higher than the ground: "Look at the top, belch—"

This time he was belching.

The smell of alcohol sprayed on Wu Jin's face, Wu Jin couldn't bear it anymore, slapped Cheng Ting's face away, looked towards the high platform, there was a constant sound of blowing and beating on it, but suddenly there was a group of women, naked, singing I danced lightly.

Wu Jin felt her whole body was stiff and her scalp was numb, she looked away, but suddenly heard the shouts of the crowd around her, and then turned her head to look at the stage, the women had already taken off their outer shirts.

The sound of gongs and drums became more and more urgent, and the sound of the zither became louder and louder. The white dancers flew around the stage, and the crowd of onlookers fell into a strange carnival. They threw their fingers, jade pendants on their bodies, and flowers on their heads onto the stage. , the shouts were like big waves, hitting Wu Jin one after another.

In this place, they break free from everything that binds them, revealing their most unbearable appearance.

Flowers fell in disorder, hitting Wu Jin's head, and Wu Jin's heart was beating with the sound of gongs and drums. He rubbed his forehead vigorously and went to see Cheng Ting. Tears, drink a couple of sips, and blow your nose.

"... How could he be such a father, Sister Huiran... I'm ashamed to see her again... Married so far away, what's good, I can't get used to it, and I will be wronged in the future, who will support her... "

His voice was drowned out by the crowd around him, Wu Jin was so quarreled that she had a headache, she couldn't help rubbing the roots of the mountain, and vaguely heard someone say the word "Mo Jiedushi".

He raised his head subconsciously, but he really saw the brothers and sisters of the Mo family—the two of them came in surrounded by a group of people.

Mo Qianlan always wears one more than others, a crane cloak over a soap-coloured gown with collar, while Mo Lingfeng is afraid of the heat, so he only wears a silver-red long-sleeved long gown with two The horns are in a bun, some soft short fluff is scattered on the forehead, the face is a little wet, the gold collar on the neck is pressed against the skirt, and the chin is also reflected in a hazy golden light.

The restless crowd just now became more and more surging, scrambling to come forward, Mo Lingfeng's glances were quickly overwhelmed by the crowd.

Wu Jin didn't step forward, nor shouted, and continued to sit where she was uncomfortable.

And Mo Lingfeng followed Mo Qianlan to take a seat on the second floor, and the guys and prostitutes in the Yan Pavilion came forward like water, lifted the gauze curtain for them, spread fruit, and poured wine.

Mo Qianlan reached out and picked a grape, peeled it and put it into Mo Lingfeng's mouth.

Today's Dragon Boat Festival, Mo Lingfeng watched the dragon boat race. At this time, he was very happy, his eyes sparkled. After eating the grapes and drinking a glass of cold water with nectar, he suddenly said to Mo Qianlan: "Brother, it's too noisy."

Mo Qianlan smiled and asked, "What do you want to hear?"

Mo Lingfeng peeled the grape skins by himself: "Xi Qin."

"Yunsheng," Mo Qianlan turned to look at Wang Zhizhou, "You are a regular visitor here, who can play Xiqin better?"

"Mei Chou'er," Wang Zhizhou turned his head to call the old bustard, "remove the monsters below, let Chou'er go up and play the piano, and tell her not to take Qiao. If Miss Mo wants to listen, she can play "Fengxuehan"."

The old bustard repeatedly agreed, and trotted all the way to invite her oiran lady.

(End of this chapter)