It's too difficult to fall in love with rewards

Chapter 37 37. You are very much like a brothel oiran transformed from a cat in the Meiji period.

Tachibana Qingxian looked inside.

The paper sliding doors of the kitchen and living room are open, and a daylighting window is opened on the bamboo foil ceiling, and the light shines on the rising smoke.

Orisaku Aoi rolled up the sleeves of her high-necked, narrow-sleeved kimono, half-wrapped her waist with an apron, and a black and white sash tied casually.

Her busy back, in the smoky background, is like a half-aged lady in an ukiyo-e painting, what a beautiful and graceful posture!

Ju Qingxian slowly turned his gaze.

The hard-working figure of the butler, contrasted with the messy props such as the ropes that pull the windows, the charcoal stove, the water tank, etc., shows a sense of loneliness, or the mood of an ancient three-stringed harpsichord.

He loves the mood.

"Master Qing?"

"what?"

"The rain seems to be a little lighter."

"Well, hurry up, we'll go back after dinner."

"Okay." Weaving Aoi took out the bowl used to hold tea and rice from the tea set rack, and then took out the jar containing pickled radish, lifted the lid and smelled it, and put a little on the small plate.

"Do you usually cook alone?" Ju Qingxian asked.

"I'm a housekeeper, not a cook."

"You look very skilled."

"When Madam has no appetite, I need to cook by myself."

"Is that so..."

"Don't look at my appearance that I don't touch the spring water with my ten fingers, but my cooking skills and housekeeping are not bad."

"When is Ma'am going to see me?"

Orisori Aoi didn't answer anything.

I don't know if the noise of the rain disturbed her hearing, or she was pretending to be deaf and dumb on purpose.

"Do you have any other confidants?" Ju Qingxian changed the question.

"I'm single, so I have to buy my own food." Zhisuo Aoi answered irrelevantly.

"I must have trained a lot of servants who obeyed my orders without telling my wife."

"If that's the case, I don't have to hang around with the young master at this time. Even if it thunders and rains, I can go home with peace of mind. Lunch is ready."

After the words were finished, the pure white pink neck woven into Kwai poked out from the kitchen, holding tea rice and some side dishes in his hand.

The sound of a woman trotting in wooden clogs blends perfectly with the sound of rain, which makes people feel comfortable.

"Only one bowl?" Tachibana Qing showed that she was holding a bowl of chazuke in her hand.

"I'm not hungry yet." Weaving Aoi put the food in front of him, "Eat, I'll fix my makeup."

"I really hate eating stuffy meals by myself."

"I will definitely eat with you next time!" Zhisuo Aoi blinked and smiled.

After Ju Qingxian picked up the chopsticks, she came to the small dressing table in the living room, and turned on the light with a click.

The yellow light shone into the eyes, and Tachibana Qingxian chewed the tea-flavored rice in small bites, watching her put on makeup from the corner of her eyes.

Growing up in a Chinese family, he is familiar with the various postures of women when they curl their hair, and they are all orderly.

Although he watched a lot, he was still an enthusiastic enough audience when facing a strange woman, especially if the other party was a beautiful woman.

Weaving Aoi leaned back on the mirror stand, took out a small boxwood comb, first combed the short hair at the temples upwards, then twisted the front body obliquely, held the back of the comb between her teeth, and raised her hands to gather the hair.

At this point, the cuffs of the kimono would slip off, and the two bright wrists would be easily exposed to the air, forming a diamond shape by her.

Pull the hair into the original shape of Shimada's bun, gently hold a bunch of front hair with two fingertips, retract one hand, hold the comb on the mouth and quickly gather it into a circle from the bottom to the top.

The bun is about to take shape.

She straightened her temple hair in front of the mirror and leaned deliberately.The collar of the kimono slipped off, revealing half of Snow White's shoulders.

She casually hummed a ditty:

"The times have changed from ancient times to the present. Who will pick the grass that grows in secret? Waiting all night, with hatred until dawn, and those who listen to the music are also troubled. Standing next to the hearth, the river is cold, the window lattice shakes, waiting for the lotus steps to arrive. Looking out from the quilt around the body, on the river bank, the setting sun is misty, and the withered willows are faint..."

As an audience, Tachibana Qingxian felt that this scene was full of poetic and picturesque.

The beautiful Edo woman seems to be recalling some happy event, tilting her face, and slightly adjusting her temples with her beautiful fingers like the person in the picture.

The icy and snowy skin just out of the bath, the seductive snowy shoulders; the focused expression that has nothing to do with me no matter what happens, and the posture of sitting in front of the mirror with body and mind, this is the best embodiment of the beauty of Japanese women when.

He thought of the various geisha described by Kafu Nagai, and the fireworks and willow lanes of the Edo period full of makeup.

"The world is ruthless, the ancient and the modern are one, what's the point of worrying? Lanqiao woke up from a dream, the ashes of the furnace were cold, and his arms were still cold..."

Weaving Aoi supported the bun on the back of her head with both hands, adjusted the position, then lowered her head to pick up a piece of rouge flower from the table, and gently pursed her lips.

The plump and plump lips were squeezed, the fine wrinkles on the surface were flattened, and they were evenly infected by the red color of rouge.

The spring breeze passing through the hall blew a lock of hair on the temples.

The naturally loosened belts were lifted to the sides, the fragrant shoulders trembled slightly from the cold, and all kinds of amorous feelings emerged spontaneously.

What is style?

Isn't it a kind of complex and rich satisfaction that can't be expressed in words, which only the visionaries who have undergone artistic training can appreciate?

Admiring Tachibana Kiyoshi's makeup, she felt a great sense of satisfaction in her heart, as if admiring a living ukiyo-e.

He knows that this is a slightly deformed product of the education of women in the Meiji era, but he has never wanted to explore the profound sociology behind the deformity, which is the business of writers and sociologists.

He is just an ordinary person with elegant aesthetics, and now he only wants to listen to the distant whispers of past civilizations.

The so-called elegance, isn't that what it is now?
It doesn’t have to be a mansion of a wealthy family to be elegant. Here, in this small courtyard with sparse night rain and scattered begonia flowers—the woman propped up a fragrant calf, scooped water from the washbasin with a wooden spoon, washed her fingers, and warmed her hands. The tonal lighting makes her figure even more charming.

Aunt Kui's body is really good for food... Tachibana Qingxian eats cheap chazuke rice, experiencing this kind of taste cheaply.

As long as he wants to play with mud, he can also give it an elegant meaning, which is born with a strong self-confidence.

"Master Qing~"

Zhisuo Aoi suddenly walked towards him.

After putting on makeup, her skin was reinfused with a demonic look, and the butterflies on the hem of the kimono seemed to come alive, dancing in the eyes of Ju Qingxian.

"am I pretty?"

She asked with a sweet smile.

She has a way of seducing the master.

25 Liu's face has the smooth and polished skin unique to the most upper-class women in today's society, with a wonderful luster, like a small paulownia hand stove that has been carefully wiped by everyone's hands.

The pair of eyes looking at the little master, the eyelids are always drooping solemnly, the dreamy pupil color is like the half-bright and dark late spring sky, containing a hazy and sticky charm.

"In my opinion..." Tachibana Qingxian ate the rice with tea, endured the belching after eating pickled radish, and said lazily: "You are very similar to the brothel oiran who transformed from a cat in the Meiji period."

Maoyou is a two-tailed cat demon who often disguises herself as a beautiful woman to deceive humans.

Their personalities are elusive, sometimes docile and sometimes cold, they like to eat fish on weekdays, their bodies are light, and their eyes glow in dark environments.

"Cat again? Not bad..."

A faint light really flashed in Weaving Aoi's eyes.

Before Ju Qingxian took a closer look, the light disappeared and turned into a charming and charming autumn water.

She straightened her collar, knelt down slowly in front of Ju Qingxian, and stretched out a small white hand forward: "Guest, we are destined to get acquainted, please reward me with some happy money."

Before accompanying guests, a small amount of money must be charged. This was the rule of Yanliu Lane in the Meiji era, also called tea money.

Tachibana Qingxian has a lot of knowledge in this area, and immediately touched her pocket, took out a five-yen coin wrapped in an amulet from the wallet, and put it in her palm: "So, how long is the five-yen tea money?"

"Five yen" is the same as "fate" in Japanese.

Five yen was a very reasonable price in the Meiji era, but now...beggars don't even bother to bend down to pick it up.

Zhisuo Aoi smiled and held the five-yen coin in her hand, and leaned towards him: "Five yen, three years."

"It's a fair price, but..." Ju Qingxian took her outstretched hand and whispered a few words in her ear, "Look outside, the rain has stopped."

Zhisuo Aoi opened her eyes wide, glared at him, and said bitterly, "Master is such an idiot".

The little fist still hit him on the shoulder.

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