Man Tang Huacai

Chapter 165 Romance

After the banquet, while going to change clothes and freshen up, Yang Yuyao couldn't help but complain to Yang Yuhuan.

"You know that I don't like that bastard, so why don't you give him a child-washing banquet?"

Yang Yuhuan let Zhang Yunrong recombine her bun, her eyes always fell on the playbook in her hand, and she murmured as if singing and reciting: "The door is hidden in the pear blossom courtyard, and the pink wall is as high as the blue sky... As high as the blue sky? Third sister Can you sing?"

"Ask you, I don't really want to recognize that fat pig as my nephew."

"The saint said that he knew the languages ​​of the six ethnic groups and the customs of the Hu people. I can't remember clearly. In short, he can only be used in the north and cannot treat patients poorly." Yang Yuhuan did not raise his head and said casually: "I can't imitate Mei. The concubine is cold and boring, everything the saint likes is written in the words, but the three words 'youthful' are just there to make trouble."

"Youth-like, youthful-looking, I am already thirty and still have to drink with the player." Yang Yuyao is indeed bold, she dares to complain in front of the palace maid, and she pays attention to her true temperament.

Yang Yuhuan clearly watched the play seriously, but these words really caught on to his heart. He asked, "Isn't the third sister more than thirty? How can you become younger just by recognizing a foster brother?"

"You're so annoying." Yang Yuyao said, "Guess, what do I like?"

"That turn of the eyes before leaving is really annoying. Xiudao is a young student, and his desire to arouse affection can only lead to a hard-hearted person." Yang Yuhuan sang another line in a low voice, frowned, looked confused, and said to himself: "This play should be... How to sing it?"

After finishing her makeup and coming out, a palace maid immediately came forward and said: "My concubine, is the text of the play still in your hands? Can I send it to you and make a copy?"

"No."

"It's the sage's spoken word."

"I won't give it to you either." Yang Yuhuan protected the scroll and backed away, "I'll talk about it after I've read it."

When he turned back to the hall, he saw Li Longji talking with Li Guinian about rehearsing the opera, looking quite serious.

For this emperor, governing the country was easy, but changing the form of drama was a considerable challenge that required careful consideration.

"I just took a quick look and found that every twist in his opera is linked to a tune from a palace, and there are dozens of tunes in it."

Li Guinian saluted and said, "Your Majesty, can you give me the opera for me to have a look at?"

"Well, Taizhen is back. Please give the play to General Gao to have it copied."

Seeing the saint's serious expression, Yang Yuhuan had no choice but to hand it over.

Li Longji actually called Li Guinian over, stood behind the chamberlain who was copying the play, and gave instructions.

"This song is very interesting. It is sung by an old woman and introduces Yingying and Matchmaker. It seems to be telling about trivial matters at home, as if it is ordinary. In fact, it is ingenious and methodical. It is rare that every word is beautiful. I have already thought about it. How to arrange the music..."

An Lushan sat watching this scene from a distance, feeling anxious. He put on his tiger head bellyband, hugged his big belly and stepped forward. He asked from a distance: "Sage, what kind of fun dance is this? Can Hu'er do it?" Jump?"

"No, no, no." An unprecedented drama was about to appear in Li Longji's mind, and he rejected An Lushan's participation with a wave of his hand, "You can only dance Hu Xuan folk dance, what I want to rehearse is an elegant opera."

He had seen Gao Ya a lot in the past and it was too stale, so he found Hu Er's acting interesting. But once a new level is opened above elegance, Hu'er is not qualified to see it.

The chamberlain had just copied a wedge, and Li Longji handed it to Li Guinian himself, urging: "Come on, come on, Mr. Li, take a look."

An Lushan had no choice but to step back and let his flexible little eyes roll around, unable to think of a way.

~~

At night, there is peace and tranquility in Yuzhen Temple.

Li Tengkong knocked on the door and waited. Li Jilan opened the door and stood there wrapped in a quilt without combing his hair.

There were papers scattered everywhere in the room, all of which were the scraps of "The Romance of the West Chamber" written by Li Jilan during this period, which almost left people with nowhere to start.

"Let's talk in the back."

The two walked around the screen, opened the curtains, and sat down on the couch.

Li Jilan didn't seem to have recovered from the story. She was a little dazed and spoke and acted slowly. This symptom started a while ago, like sitting at my desk for too long and forgetting how to communicate with others.

"Is Ji Lanzi sick?"

"No, I just feel empty."

"You and I, as cultivators, are cultivating the obstacles in our hearts." Li Tengkong said: "It's already getting late, so Xue Bai won't come. You don't have to wait, just rest early."

Xue Bai took the script away and said that he would come over and tell her if there was any result. She was worried that Li Jilan would not be relieved, so she came over to tell her.

"Sir, you won't come again in the future, right?"

"He is a man who would not go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything."

Li Jilan was still looking forward to it and muttered: "But this is a Taoist temple, not the Three Treasures Hall..."

After writing The West Chamber, both of them felt that something was missing, but fortunately they could still accompany each other. When it was late at night, Li Jilan asked Li Tengkong to stay. The senior sisters crowded on the couch, and they felt much more at ease.

After chattering for a long time, Li Tengkong gently patted Li Jilan's shoulder and said, "Go to sleep."

"Ah."

Li Jilan turned his back, moved, pressed against her arm, and soon fell asleep.

Li Tengkong was about to put out the candle when he suddenly saw an open book under his pillow, so he picked it up and read it.

Through the dim candlelight in the room, I saw that the title of the book is "Youxian Cave", which seems to be about an official visiting the immortals in the cave. The words are very gorgeous, the description of the scene is "the haze is thin, the springs and rocks are clear", and the characters speak also It was elegant, with a few delicate landscape paintings at the beginning, so she continued to look down.

Gradually, something seemed wrong.

Turning back again, suddenly, a picture appeared on the page, and the accompanying text on the other page was also quite gorgeous.

"No one can control my heart, but I can't control my feelings. I put my hands in the red robe, and crossed my feet in the green quilt. Their lips are in contact with each other, and one arm supports their head..."

Li Tengkong didn't want to look at it, but fortunately, this thing was much more subtle than what Eleven Niang had given him before, so it wouldn't be too much of an eyesore. I think Li Jilan enriched these in order to write a drama.

It was a groggy night, but the next day, I heard Jiao Nu coming to report Xue Bai early in the morning.

Li Tengkong blamed him a little, and there was no reason for him to let the little girl write the play. But when they got to the hall and saw Xue Bai's serious look, it seemed that they were thinking too much.

"Sir, how are you?" Li Jilan asked eagerly as soon as they met.

"Very good." Xue Bai finally praised him, "The saint is indeed interested, but he wants to make a bet with me..."

When they heard that if they lost this rehearsal competition, the saint would grant Xue Bai a marriage, the expressions of both girls changed.

"Then how do you win?"

"I know in my heart what effect I want, but it's hard to describe." Xue Bai said: "It's nothing more than a casting rehearsal, just music and music, but there are a lot of coordination in all aspects of costumes."

"Can we help too?" Li Jilan's eyes suddenly lit up.

She thought that when the play was finished, the matter would come to an end, but at this moment she realized that it was actually just the beginning, and they would have to get along for a long time in the future.

Li Tengkong quickly pulled her and whispered: "We are cultivators and are not allowed to go on stage."

"Help with the co-ordination. Sir has chosen the role. We can go there often to see it." Li Jilan was quite excited.

"Then..." Li Tengkong swept the whisk lightly, frowning slightly, and there was another struggle in his heart.

"I am indeed not good at opera and music, so I have to work hard." Xue Bai said, "By the way, this matter can also gain the favor of the saint."

It sounds like they are helping their father and brother in order to advance in the officialdom.

~~

The carriage stopped in front of Xue's house.

Mingzhu came down first, ordered the servants to carry down the gifts given by the saint, and said to Liu: "I heard that Xue's house in Xuanyangfang was about to be repaired, but Xue Lang said that he had other uses there, so he moved here first. "

"The emperor's favor is so great. The saint treated this child too favorably." Mrs. Liu was truly grateful to the saint for his generosity and for giving him a mansion and property.

Mingzhu had seen a lot, so she wasn't surprised and asked, "Is Miss Huangfu here? I have something to say to her."

Qing Lan was still wondering whether the progress of taking concubines was too fast, and she should not delay Lang Jun from marrying the first wife of a wealthy family. Mingzhu came to visit that day, but he frowned when he saw her before she opened her face.

"Why haven't you come through the door yet?"

"Ah I……"

"If you don't move faster, we'll see if you still have a share when the saint gives the princess a marriage to Xue Bai. The matter of concubinage must be settled as soon as possible, so as to kill the arrogance of those strong and arrogant girls in the mother's family."

Qing Lan was frightened at first, then realized her shame and then became brave.

Mingzhu leaned over and said, "Last night, Mrs. Guo's house did not slay Xue Lang's demon. I left it for you to slay..."

"Ah?" Qinglan was puzzled at first, but when she heard it, her face turned red and she was at a loss.

"See for yourself."

Mingzhu handed over a picture scroll and drifted away...

into the night.

"Would you like to take a shower, sir?"

"Okay." Xue Bai looked down at the line of his waist, nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself: "When you take a shower, you must also wash your eyes."

"What did Mr. Lang say?"

"You don't understand, and you don't have to understand..." Today Qinglan is different from usual, standing by the screen and lingering, interpreting the fusion of lingering and not daring to stay for a long time.

"What are you doing?"

"I, I'll wait until Mr. Lang has finished washing before washing."

"Ok?"

Xue Bai was very surprised. This was the first time he knew that Qing Lan used to use his bath water.

He himself felt very disgusted when he heard it, but she said: "All the maids nearby were beaten to death. How can I dislike Lang Jun's water... After all, it belongs to Lang Jun."

"I'm no longer a maid after I'm free of citizenship." Xue Bai used jokes to ease the embarrassment, teasing the little girl and saying: "I think you are too lazy to boil more water and are slovenly. In this way, I will boil water for you later. It’s a celebration of you…”

"She's your concubine." Qing Lan, who used to be as timid as a little white rabbit, suddenly became bold. She walked behind Xue Bai and asked in a low voice, "Does Mr. Lang want me to be your concubine?"

She actually asked him in turn. Xue Bai was unexpectedly silenced by the question.

After a moment of silence, I heard rustling behind me.

He didn't know what her expression was, and he guessed that she was probably very nervous, and actually felt burdened by it. He sat up awkwardly, sitting in the middle of the tub, leaving a space without turning around, until the sound of water splashing sounded, and the smooth and soft skin touched her. On his back.

The tub is very small, like a tub.

The two of them were breathing heavily, as if they were back when they were huddled together.

"This way, I won't let Mr. Lang boil the water." Qinglan's voice was trembling, but she still managed to keep calm.

"That really saves trouble."

"Lang Jun, your... demon, I can do it too..."

Xue Bai turned around with difficulty and saw that she was closing her eyes hard, as if she was drowning. In fact, her head was still raised high, showing off her beautiful neck.

Then, she was very brave and asked: "Can I... surrender your demon?"

"You're just afraid that you won't be able to surrender."

~~

There were a lot of decorations in the room, but Qinglan was so nervous in the end that she didn't use most of them. She forgot to light the red candles and drink the glass of wine.

It was a dream.

In the dream, she and Xue Bai were put into a vat again, but this time it was a wine vat. Soon she became drunk; Xue Bai also became drunk, and turned into a monster after getting drunk, getting bigger and bigger. , seems to be crushing the wine vat, it’s so crowded.

She was frightened and cried. She was in severe pain, suffocating, and trembling. The water was getting colder and colder. Just when she thought she was going to die, Xue Bai, who had turned into a monster, gradually became gentle, wrapped her around her and flew out of the wine vat, leaping straight into the water. Yunxiao.

The wine in the vat spilled all over the floor, and he used magic to take her flying higher and higher into the clouds. This was the first time she had seen such a situation, and felt the clouds wrapping her so softly.

But he was still flying upwards. She was very worried about this. She wanted to hold him down, but there was no way. She was so weak that she could not hold down a monster. She could only be carried through the clouds with anxiety, until The wonderful situation in heaven made me forget my worries.

Her cultivation was weak after all, so she was eaten by monsters.

What a strange dream.

It’s also really tiring.

~~

Snow was still falling at dawn. There was no busy figure in the west backyard of Xue House that day, and there were more gentle and affectionate conversations in the house.

"Mr. Lang, I had a dream last night... Hey, please stop teasing me."

Qing Lan was very curious about all the changes, such as waking up to a bed hugging each other, and Xue Bai's different attitude towards her. She wanted to talk about her feelings but didn't dare.

Xue Bai didn't know much about concubinage and asked her vaguely what arrangements she needed, whether to hire a maid to take care of her, etc.

"No, I don't have to do any rough work in the first place. I have to be helpful to my husband. Although it is useless to be of great use, taking good care of my husband is also a small use..."

Xue Bai didn't know why she had such a sense of crisis. He seemed to think that he was a very snobbish person. He was baffled. Then he thought about giving her some kind of title in the future, until he completely woke up and realized that he had been corrupted.

The fact that he is able to get a beautiful concubine now is because of his small contribution in the battle of Stone Castle City. Thinking about it, it's time to get up and do something.

~~

"What have Xue Lang been busy with these past two days?"

"Took a concubine."

"Now that you have taken a concubine, you should marry a real wife as soon as possible."

"This is the first time I've heard this from Brother Yan."

In the afternoon of that day, Xue Bai arrived at Yan's house and listened to Yan Quanming's nonsense remarks, saying that it would be difficult to get a wife after giving birth to a bastard.

He was too lazy to listen to this and asked, "Would you like to go to the workshop together?"

Yan Quanming was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"

"Get some musicians."

"Oh well."

Jiaofang and Nanqu are different, but the Yan family brothers looked at each other and felt that Xue Bai was too romantic and not a good match.

"By the way." Yan Jiming asked: "You haven't seen Wu Lang these days, what are you doing?"

"Help me keep an eye on the renovation of the new house in Xuanyangfang. I'll be there soon."

Xue Bai knew why Du Wulang was so enthusiastic about this matter. He was simply worried that Xue Bai would not bring his brothers and sisters with him when he moved to Xuanyangfang.

However, these young people went to Wang Zhai first to find Wang Zhongsi.

"How about asking the general to go to the workshop with us?"

Wang Zhongsi frowned and said, "Why should I deliberately defile myself? Who doesn't know that this is a trick?"

"It doesn't matter, they are all coerced by me anyway. The general just wants to see what Chang'an looks like when you are guarding it."

"You can't force me yet."

Xue Bai smiled and said: "General, what I told you is that I will share the credit for your attack on Shibao City. Now that I am arranging the opera, I will also share the credit for you."

Although Wang Zhongsi is old-fashioned, as a general, he is by no means ignorant. He changed his clothes and assumed the posture of taking a few young people to see the world...

~~

There are three Jiaofang in Chang'an City, and there is an inner Jiaofang in Penglai Palace. Outside the palace, there are Left and Right Jiaofang. The Left Jiaofang is in Yanzhengfang, also known as Changlefang, which focuses on dance; the Right Jiaofang is in Guangzhaifang, which focuses on music.

The Jiaofang was responsible for the musicians enshrined in front of the emperor, and the management was strict. Unmarried female musicians had to live in the same place and were not allowed to go home at will. They could only meet the women at home on the 26th of every month or their birthdays.

Some of them have quite high salaries. For example, Xie Aman belongs to the Neijiaofang and receives a fifth-grade salary.

However, there are now 5,000 musicians in the church. As the saints get older, they come to the church less and less, and the governance becomes increasingly loose. Musicians often play privately in the homes of dignitaries. Li Guinian used this method. He made a fortune and built a mansion in Luoyang.

Not everyone can get involved with female musicians. For example, the famous actress Pang Sanniang often dresses up to perform for people. Her makeup skills are extremely good, and she can still look beautiful even though she is old.

Also, female musicians can marry when they reach a certain age. For example, during the Kaiyuan period, the famous actress Pei was even more famous than Xu Hezi. After marrying, she committed adultery with a handsome young man Zhao Wuyou and murdered her husband.

All in all, Jiaofang and a place like Nanqu where prostitutes are found are completely different things. However, in a place where beauties gather, the powerful will always find ways to steal sex.

Therefore, Yang Zhao always wanted Xue Bai to write poems to see Xu Hezi's beauty.

Xue Bai was rehearsing the opera according to the Holy Order, so he was qualified to go to the church to select musicians.

They arrived at Zuo Jiaofang outside the palace that day, wanting to decide on Cui Yingying's candidate first.

Wang Zhongsi walked in front with his hands behind his back, still acting like a commander-in-chief.

He didn't think this romantic method was useful, after all, saints were not stupid.

Xue Bai looked back at the most luxurious carriages parked outside the temple, called over a eunuch and asked, "Whose carriages are those?"

"Xue Lang, it's better not to point fingers randomly. That's the chariot of Wei Lieutenant Shaoqing Wang Dalang."

"Wang Zhun?"

"Yes."

Xue Bai's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked, "What is Wang Zhun doing here?"

"Wang Dalang is enshrined in the palace, so he comes to the temple for business matters."

"Then whose car is the driver?"

"Xianyu Erlang is the son of the deputy envoy of Jiannan Jiedu. He came to Beijing to give gifts and made friends with Wang Dalang."

Xue Bai pointed out a few more carriages and asked them all, and was quite satisfied with the results.

He then walked to Wang Zhongsi and whispered: "Sure enough, there are many dignitaries gathered here. The general only needs to listen to my orders and show off his power. I can first ensure that the general makes mistakes smoothly and negates the great contribution of Shibao City."

Wang Zhongsi's majestic expression was stunned for a moment, and then he responded in a muffled voice: "I understand."

　Chapter 2 is still being written, it will be a little later~~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)