Merchant's daughter is not a concubine

Chapter 41 Ladies
In Yingyue Lake, there are several painted boats floating on it, the most famous of which was chartered tonight.It is said that the young master of Jianwuhou's mansion celebrated his birthday. He watched a play during the day and drank and listened to music with a group of nobles at night.

The inside of the painting boat is rich and exquisite, the sound of silk and bamboo is melodious, all the princes are surrounded by beauties, but only one person within three feet is all men of the same color!This person is naturally Song Zhuo.

"Who is this man? He is so handsome. I don't know which family's noble son he is. But my sisters don't want to get close to him." A beautifully dressed girl said.

The older woman beside her giggled, and said in a low voice: "You are new to Beijing, and it is your first time in the industry. Of course you don't know. It's not that you don't want to get close to him, it's that he doesn't let you close. I remember last year Fengwulou, a man who didn't know what to do dared to bump into it, and his hand was broken by his health guard. Afterwards, the empress dowager was furious, and wiped out that unscrupulous nine clans, and even suppressed us so much that we didn't dare Come out and play."

"This, isn't it the rumored Prince Chen's son?"

"You still have eyes."

"For a man like this, he doesn't know who his first woman will be. At his age, he may not be the maid by his side."

"Anyway, it's either you or me."

"We are all self-aware people."

As the second daughter spoke, she laughed so hard that her branches trembled wildly.

These two women are not brothel prostitutes, not even the women in the boat.They are all women who don't want to be reduced to a brothel and be squeezed by a brothel, but are reluctant to part with the glory and wealth.

Some entered the aristocratic circle by virtue of their beauty, talent, or ingenuity, and some were originally down-and-out noble ladies or widows. To put it bluntly, they were prostitutes and courtesans.

These women often attend the romantic gatherings among the nobles at night, playing and singing, composing poems, or accompanying wine, relying on the riches of the nobles or expensive gifts to live a luxurious and corrupt life, and they have long been unknown. There is no moral virtue to speak of.

At this time, the high-pitched torrent sound of the piano stopped abruptly, but it was a zither tune, and the lingering sound curled up.

A young girl in Tsing Yi stood up slowly, her face was so beautiful, so elegant and moving that people looked sideways at her.I saw her making a blessing ceremony to the young master of Jianwu, the host: "I wonder if you are satisfied with Luoyao's song?"

When she smiles, she looks like an orchid in an empty valley, and her beauty is like the moonlight that cannot be stained.For the aristocratic son who hangs around Yingying and Yanyan, this kind of proud and refined beauty is the most fascinating.

Luo Yao is currently the most popular oiran in the entire social circle. It is said that she still maintains her innocence.

Everyone stared at Luo Yao with burning eyes, coaxing her to play another song, but she just ignored people arrogantly, but toasted a glass of wine to today's host, and said: "Three months will be the birthday of Prince Chen, I don't know if I will come here to entertain everyone?"

As he spoke, he looked at Song Zhuo with burning eyes.

Song Zhuoyun glanced at her, only smiled and said, "Let's talk about it then."

The fourth prince on the side said ambiguously: "Birthday, that's Brother Zhuo's big day. By then, the emperor's grandmother may have already arranged everything about Brother Zhuo."

There was a burst of laughter around, and Luo Yao said: "If His Royal Highness has mercy, Luo Yao is willing to keep playing the piano all night for His Highness."

That is the meaning of self-recommended pillow mat.Luo Yao, who has always been upright, is finally willing to deliver her innocence to Song Zhuo.All the nobles present were envious and jealous, but no one dared to speak out.

Song Zhuo frowned, he thought of Ning Qing, raised his head to look at Luo Yao a few times, and said: "This son is a layman, and he likes the kind that is delicate and charming."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared at Song Zhuo dumbfounded. The wine glass in someone's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He actually rejected Luo Yao!Refused!

Everyone found it inconceivable that no matter how arrogant Luo Yao was, it was appreciated by both the refined and the common!She is a stunning beauty!Could it be that the son of the Chen Prince has held back for so long that his aesthetics have been distorted?Or, he is really too hungry, the more gaudy can satisfy his appetite?
Seeing everyone's eyes, Song Zhuo knew that he was misunderstood, but he couldn't explain it for a while. After all, it was a fact that he rejected Luo Yao, and it was also a fact that he was not interested in Luo Yao.

Song Zhuo didn't know why, but he lost the mood to drink for a while, threw away the wine glass, apologized to everyone and got off the boat.

It was midnight now, and the dark streets had long since disappeared, leaving only a few lanterns hanging outside the door.

The night breeze was blowing, but it couldn't blow Shao Song Zhuo's heart. He was a little at a loss: "Qingfeng, is it a pity that this son rejected Luo Yao?"

Qingfeng said: "His Royal Highness, there is no regret or no regret. You abandon the things that others are chasing after, and everything follows your heart, so why regret it?"

Song Zhuo suddenly became enlightened and smiled: "You are right, I reward you!"

Talking about throwing something, the breeze picked it up, it was a purse, which contained a jade butterfly and a small piece of black silk, which was stuffed by Luo Yao to Song Zhuo when Song Zhuolin went out.

"Let's go, go home." Song Zhuo thought of Ning Qing, and wondered if she had left her alone these days, had she reflected on whether she had copied all the books.

(End of this chapter)