Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 74
The Qiqiao Festival is the busiest day in Wanzhou City, because women can go to the streets unscrupulously without being restrained.At night, there is a large-scale flower fair on the main street, selling flowers, handkerchiefs, sachets, jewelry, hairpin rings and gadgets. If any unmarried woman takes a fancy to a man, she can send a sachet , if the other party accepts, it means he also has a good impression.

In this era of blind and dumb marriages, it is hard-won to have this freedom, so unmarried girls cherish it very much. Hearing that it is very lively tonight, comparable to the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Mo Xiang was moved. If you want to marry as a young lady, if you can meet a handsome man on the street, even if the two of you don't meet in the future, she will be satisfied.

The carriage in front stopped, and Mo Yan didn't see Wan Qi Yuling's figure. She followed Mrs. Lu into Xiankelai. The room she arranged this time was on the top third floor. The staff said that the downstairs is the most lively place at night. At the beginning of the lights, the streets are crowded with people, and there are large floats passing by. Every year in Wanzhou City, the most suitable couple will be selected. The woman sits on a float and dresses up as a weaver girl, while the man is holding a cow. The two meet on a high platform in the center of the street. , Accept the blessings of men and women in the city.

"And this custom? It's really interesting."

Mo Xiang became interested, her eyes sparkled, she turned her head and asked the buddy, "Then this year's Cowherd and Weaver Girl has been selected?"

"Well, the woman is the only daughter of the wealthy businessman Ji Yuan in Wanzhou City, Miss Ji Baozhu, and the man's background is not small, but the third son of our prefect!"

Ji's family is very famous in Wanzhou. They run several big brothels in the local area and make money every day. It really requires money to have money, and status to have status. It stands to reason that the status of businessmen in this era is low, but Ji Yuanwai is different. His elder brother, Serving as the servant of the Ministry of Officials in Kyoto, a third-rank official, happened to be Lin Miaoyue's father, Master Lin, who was in charge of the evaluation of hundreds of officials.

Mo Yan nodded, this Ji family will not have no background, otherwise the son of the Zhifu family would not marry a merchant woman as the main wife, unless the Zhifu family is also a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, or is greedy for money, trying to imitate the dowry of other women .

"Miss Mo, you don't know, Miss Ji, but we are the number one beauty in Wanzhou City!"

The man's eyes were full of fascination. He once saw her at the gate of Cyclamen. At that time, the breeze blew over Ji Baozhu's veil. When he saw that flowery and peerless face, he was immediately shocked. There is no such beautiful woman.

"How do you talk, no matter how beautiful you are, can you be as beautiful as our lady?"

Mo Xiang glared at the waiter. Although her young lady's reputation in the capital is not very good, but in terms of appearance, the recognized beauty is still young, and she is at a disadvantage when she is not mature. In a few years, what Ji Baozhu, The number one beauty, stand aside!

"It can't be compared with Miss Mo."

The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, knowing that he had made a mistake, what a woman hates the most is to praise another woman's beauty in front of her, he has committed a taboo, Mo Yan just smiled and didn't care about it.

"Mo Xiang, maybe Miss Ji has something special about her."

Looking at the guy's expression, he obviously thinks that Ji Baozhu is superior, Mo Yan is suddenly aroused curiosity, in this era without plastic surgery technology, the appearance is brought out by beating mother's womb, if you meet a beauty with peerless beauty, your parents must be extraordinary.

However, in Mo Yan's impression, the brothel owners at home are all fat and round, with a big belly, full of yellow teeth, drooling wretchedly when they see a beauty, their mouths are crooked and their eyes are slanted, which is unsightly.

"What about the third son of the prefect's family? How about it?"

Mo Xiang continued to take advantage of gossip, and chased after the buddy and asked, "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are the most suitable couple. Compared with the third son of the prefect's family, he must be a handsome and handsome man."

"This, it's just too flamboyant."

The guy's face was flushed, he hesitated, and finally seeing no one in the corridor, he whispered, "Girl, we think you look good, you should be more careful when you go out, the third son of the prefect's family has some, that... eccentricity. "

Mo Xiang was confused, didn't understand what the man meant, and was about to ask carefully, the man took the two of them upstairs, turned around and ran away, as if there were wolves chasing after him.

"Really, half-spoken words are the most annoying."

The third son of the magistrate's family is good-looking, handsome and unrestrained, and he is the guest of honor in the brothels in Wanzhou City. Confidante friends are all over Wanzhou. Whether it's a one-night fling, or a long-term ambiguous relationship, in short, there are countless women around him. In the brothel, there are often women who fight for the third son of the prefect, scratching each other's cheeks.

While talking, the master and servant walked into the guest room.Almost all the cyclamen in the city are arranged in the same way. There is a large terrace outside, which is full of flowers and plants. The door of the terrace connects the inner room. After opening, the room is full of flowers.

"Wow, miss, look, there are two big ice basins!"

Opening the door, the air-conditioning came oncoming, Mo Yan squinted his eyes comfortably, and moved around in the inner room.The layout of this cyclamen is quite distinctive. The paintings on the walls are all landscapes, flowers and birds, screens, dressing tables, and even the gauze curtains on Babu's bed, all of which are mainly light green.

On the square table in the small outer hall, there are flowers and plants in the glazed pot belly bottle with a white mouth. Even the teapot and matching teacups are of the same style. They look very delicate and beautiful.

The teapot has been thoughtfully prepared with mint herbal tea to understand the summer heat, and there are some crushed ice cubes in it. Mo Yan poured a cup by himself, but he didn't enjoy it. He drank three cups in a row before stopping, praising the taste.

The sun is setting and the sky is full of sunset clouds.The breeze blows gently, bringing the fragrance of flowers in the room.After Mo Yan had dinner, she simply washed up and changed into a light dress, and looked down on the terrace with Mo Xiang.

It was not dark yet, and many hawkers gathered in the street downstairs. They were preparing their stalls. Some of the stalls for lanterns were set up early. Some people were ingenious, winding flowers on wires to form various shapes. Solicit business.

"Miss, look, there are still mask sellers over there, but Qiqiao Festival, if someone wears a mask, how can others see his appearance clearly?"

Mo Xiang stretched out a finger and pointed to a middle-aged man below. The man was carrying a string of masks on his back, made of hard paper, with beautiful patterns painted on them, and a hollowed-out silver mask, which should be quite expensive.

(End of this chapter)