Kaifeng Monster

Chapter 14 Dressing Table (1)
In the spirit of rigorous academic research, I went to look up the meaning of "dressing table".

——A dressing table is a furniture decoration used for makeup.

This answer is very sincere, but my absolute is also from the heart.

How can I recognize that this dry sentence can explain the meaning of the dressing table?
Are you willing to admit that the meaning of the dressing table to you is just like a bench, a table, or even... a toilet, which is just a kind of furniture?
Please close your eyes and imagine a drizzle like foggy evening.

The twilight is like a silent spirit, spreading towards the house, spreading over the hollowed pear wood windows, and laying down from the window lattices, bringing a little bit of coldness as it travels, with the shape of fog.

This empty and gorgeous women's boudoir is like a veil between the inside and the outside.There are shadows on the other side of the curtain, as if whispering, beckoning you to look.

A gust of wind came from nowhere and lifted the corner of the curtain.You see, in the corner of the inner room, in the great shadow, stands the dresser.

The most primitive style, dark red with glossy glaze and lacquer light, the whole body is covered with the most complicated, gorgeous and exquisite patterns.

Steady, inconspicuous, not disturbing, not grandstanding, hidden in the twilight and shadows, lazy and undisciplined.For a moment, yes, you read that right, her eyes were bleary, pink and crisp, the air was filled with fatal charm, and the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile.

The vermilion lips parted slightly, as if to say to you: Come on, here are Chai Tin Bu Yao, Rouge Conch Daisy, Hair Combs, Xiang Zelan Ointment, even if your face is bleak and looks like your mother, I can study your style carefully. The maidservant has foggy temples and Yan Rushunhua.

Dressing table, she is a monster who waits in the dark and feeds on women.

The little donkey boy in Tsing Yi whimpered and cried to Wang Chao for more than half an hour.Chao Chao was a little impatient, but still suppressed his temper and explained to him in a good voice.

"Your son may have gotten drunk somewhere, or lost his way for a while... Didn't you say that he was in the capital for the first time?" Wang Chao patiently persuaded, "It's not uncommon to not return all night, you can go to the inn and wait, maybe Son, he has already returned, and lost his temper when he couldn't find you."

After talking all kinds of things, he finally persuaded the little boy in Tsing Yi to leave.

Entering the mansion, Ma Han and the others looked at Wang Chao Zhile.In fact, the four of them went back to the mansion together, but the little boy who was waiting at the gate of the mansion fixed his eyes on Wang Chao, and clung to the hem of Wang Chao's clothes, saying that he wanted to complain.

"Finally persuaded to go back?" Mahan said, "He is a loyal servant."

"The son of their family didn't come back all night, so he cried out in a hurry. I don't know which narrow-minded ghost tricked him and asked him to come to Kaifeng Mansion to complain." Chao Chao wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I've seen a lot...these people come to Beijing Scholars rushing for the exam, when they arrived in the capital, they lost their minds and dazzled their minds and didn't return all night... Huh, maybe they got drunk in some restaurant or stayed in that flowery street and Liu Lane..."

"You can't say that." Zhan Zhao happened to pass by, stopped and listened for a while, "If that person has such a temperament, how can the personal servant not know? He won't be so panicked."

Several people hurriedly stood up: "Brother Zhan."

"What else did the boy say?" Zhan Zhao looked at Wang Chao.

"Also said..." Wang Chao rubbed the back of his neck, "Also said that their young master was tired of studying in the middle of the night, so he went to the east four streets of Xuanwu Street next door... and he hasn't returned until this morning."

"Dong Sidao..." Zhan Zhao mused, "Dong Sidao should be more remote. If he really got lost in Dongsi Dao, he must not have gone to a brothel or Chu house. When you patrol the night tonight, pay more attention to that end. "

"Brother Zhan, don't worry." Zhang Long patted his chest, "Today, Zhao Hu and I are patrolling Xuanwu Avenue. If there is anything wrong with East Fourth Road, we will definitely investigate."

Zhang Long did what he said, so he and Zhao Hu wandered around the East Fourth Road for a long time that night, searching carefully, but found nothing.

"I said earlier that Big Brother Zhan is supercilious." Seeing that there was no one around, Zhao Hu stretched in disregard of official appearance, "The scholar may have gone back."

The two looked at it again, and they left the East Fourth Road and returned to their residence via Xuanwu Street.

When walking to the middle section of Xuanwu Street, Zhang Long suddenly let out a snort and motioned Zhao Hu to look to the side of the road.

Through the lantern hanging high on the eaves of the inn, Zhao Hu could see clearly that the one curled up in the corner of the inn was the boy in Tsing Yi during the day, leaning against the wall and sleeping soundly, holding a piece of rope tightly in his hand, Donkey rope.

Unfortunately, there is no donkey on the other end.

Zhao Hu approached and leaned down to take a closer look, the other end of the rein was very flat, it was obvious that someone had cut the rein and led the donkey, but the boy was so sleepy that he didn't even know he had lost his belongings.

"Little brother," Zhao Hu shook the little boy's shoulder, "Why are you sleeping here?"

The little boy woke up with sleepy eyes and yawned.

As Zhang Long expected, after waking up, he cried for a donkey for about a cup of tea, and then he sobbed and told the whole story intermittently.

In fact, before the little boy said anything, Zhang Long had guessed eighty-nine points in his mind, what the little boy said now only confirmed what he thought in his heart.

Sure enough, the scholar hadn't returned yet, and the innkeeper was only willing to talk to Qian and was unwilling to show favors—of course, the innkeeper had nothing to say to the boy, so he almost kicked him out.

Xiaotong wept endlessly, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu looked at each other, sighed, and led Xiaotong back to Kaifeng Mansion for the time being.

When he came to look for Zhan Zhao, Zhan Zhao was about to fall asleep, so he opened the door in only his white underwear.Zhang Long talked to Zhan Zhao about the important points, which was an explanation for Zhan Zhao's daily orders.

The little boy had been standing behind Zhang Long, his face was as muddy as a cat's.The tears finally stopped, and the grief remained undiminished. Several times, he started to choke again, and once the snot was about to flow down, he sucked it back with a snort.

Zhan Zhao looked at it both sad and funny.

Sending Zhang Long away, Zhan Zhao lost sleepiness, wandered around the room for a while, and thought about it, put on a blue shirt, grabbed the giant gate on the table, and jumped out from the backyard of the mansion without a sound, and went straight to the East Fourth Road .

East Fourth Avenue is actually a street shop, but the location is far away from the main street, and there is very little business during the day, let alone at night.Many shops on both sides have moved away in the past two years, and the few remaining ones are even worse. They are closed and locked before night, and it is even more terrifyingly quiet in the middle of the night.

Zhan Zhao then walked back and forth several times on the road paved with bluestone slabs.Zhang Long was right, there was indeed nothing unusual about it.

If I were that scholar...

Zhan Zhao slowed down his pace, frowned and thought carefully: If I were that scholar, tired of reading books, and wandering here on the East Fourth Road... who would show up?steal?thief?Rob?Steal?
No, he shook his head lightly, he was just a scholar with little wealth, how could thieves and robbers be interested in him?
Unable to understand after all kinds of thinking, Zhan Zhao shook his head and smiled bitterly, and wanted to go back.

After taking two steps, he stopped suddenly.

On the left side, there seems to be something strange.

Zhan Zhao slowly turned to the left.

When I looked at it just now, the left side was just an ordinary shop, the dark door was closed, and it was ordinary and dilapidated.

Right now, there are no shops, but a long and deep alley suddenly appears, surrounded by mist, deep in the alley, it seems that something is coming here.

Zhan Zhao subconsciously clenched the giant gate in his hand, and looked carefully.

A small sedan chair carried by two people quietly appeared in front of Zhan Zhao through the floating milky mist.

The two people who carried the sedan chair were dressed as servants, their eyes were dull and rigid, if there was any difference between them, it would be that the one on the right was younger and had a badly hunched back when standing.

The car curtain was lifted lightly, and a young woman came down.

The woman was wearing a white skirt with a phoenix bun, her temple hair was loose and loose, and she was idling with two or three silk flowers. Body, majestic and gorgeous.

Rao Zhan Zhao's concentration is so strong, but he doesn't feel his heart fluttering. It's amazing that there is such beauty in the world.

"My lord," the woman lowered her eyebrows and pressed her forehead, exhaling like blue, "The little girl admires you for being handsome and handsome, and secretly heartbroken. I wonder if you can invite you to talk about it?"

Such a beautiful day, such a beauty, if you were to be let go, your soul would have flown nine days earlier, your bones would be numb and soft, except for nodding your head in agreement, you would not want to move your eyes away, why would you ask the origin of the beautiful woman in front of you?

Zhan Zhao suddenly understood where the scholar had gone.

The woman's cheeks were flushed, and her eyebrows fluttered, one couldn't bear to caress her.

"It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other," Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, "May I ask you to lead the way."

This alley is far deeper and longer than it looks, and the more you go in, the thicker the clouds and mist, and the colder the clothes.The woman abandoned the sedan chair and walked side by side with Zhan Zhao.

The alley is very narrow, the tentacles are the wet alley walls, and the corners are dark green moss that has accumulated for many years. The surrounding is very quiet, occasionally the sound of ticking water and Zhan Zhao's own footsteps can be heard.

Yes, only my own footsteps.

The woman and the two bearers walked and settled silently.Several times, Zhan Zhao felt in a trance that he was alone walking in this bottomless alley, not knowing why he came here, nor where he was going.

Or, I was lost, I don't know which dark and old dream I was lost in.It seems that after turning a corner, there will be a courteous shop waiter coming up with a teapot, saying hello: "Guests have tea." On the embroidery building in the distance, a woman in Chinese clothes standing on a railing is covering her face with a round fan, wanting His eyes turned slightly while still resting, and he became drunk on the handsome young man downstairs who was looking up at him obsessively.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman stopped and smiled at Zhan Zhao: "Here we are."

arrive?

Zhan Zhao raised his head, and on the high plaque, the three vermilion lacquer characters of "Tianxiang Tower" seemed real and sometimes illusory, sometimes close in front of his eyes, sometimes far away in the clouds, sometimes powerful and sometimes soft and boneless.Zhan Zhao rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the three characters seemed to be moving, separated for a while, and then came together again, as if they were whispering and pointing.

He remembered clearly that in Kaifeng City, there was no one called "Tianxianglou" in the many streets and alleys.

Zhan Zhao felt dizzy, his head was very heavy, the color in front of his eyes seemed to be glowing with a strange color, and there was a fragrance in his nose. The woman's slender hands grabbed his shoulders, leaned close to his ear and whispered: " Son, you are drunk."

His voice was soft, his breath was blue, Zhan Zhao lowered his head, and met his eyes like water.

Those eyes seemed to contain an indescribable magical power, drawing him to indulge in them.

The surroundings are gradually noisy, singing and dancing, the silk and bamboo are full of air, some people are clinging to the teeth, babbling and singing some beautiful words and poems, and there is a soft whispering woman from inside the door.Suddenly there was a low cry, someone turned the wine glass upside down, the aroma of the wine slowly overflowed, the more it overflowed, the more full it became, the warmer it became, the whole body was indescribably comfortable.

The woman supported Zhan Zhao, and whispered: "My lord, Mengdie helped you in."

Dream butterfly, such a dream, as beautiful as a butterfly.

Sitting in the hall, singing and singing, the soft fragrance hits people, Meng Die snuggles up to Zhan Zhao's side, persuading him to drink and drink.It's strange to say, knowing that you shouldn't drink it, you can't help but sip it when the wine reaches your lips.

"My lord," Mengdie cleared her throat and whispered softly, "Your master, do you like Mengdie?"

like?In an instant, Zhan Zhao lost his mind for a moment, does he like her?It seems not, if not, who do you like?

When I was thinking about it, my headache was about to split, and when I looked down, the beautiful woman in front of me was flushed with flushed cheeks, green with embarrassment, and her eyes were full of hope.

"My lord has not answered Mengdie yet." Mengdie whispered softly, "Does your lord like Mengdie?"

How can I answer?

Mengdie's eyes were as tender as water and as hot as fire.Sweat dripped from Zhan Zhao's forehead, and the word "like" stuck in his throat, should he say it or not?

In the midst of a dilemma, someone behind him gave a chuckle and said, "Zhan Zhao, you told me to be easy to find, so it was Sister Mengdie who seduced her soul."

Zhan Zhao was shocked.

Other than Duanmucui, no one thought about this voice.

The fragrant wind hits the face, and the rings jingle, knowing that Duanmucui is coming, but the whole person seems to be paralyzed, unable to move or make a sound.In a daze, I saw Duanmucui, who was dressed in a blue robe, sitting gracefully beside her, with a layer of veil between her eyebrows and eyes, which couldn't be seen clearly no matter how she looked.

"From my sister's tone, we are old acquaintances with this young master?" Mengdie calmly poured a glass of wine for Duanmucui, "It's a pity..."

"What a pity?" Duanmucui smiled brightly.

"It's a pity that Tianxianglou doesn't say first come first served." Mengdie's eyes flashed a little complacently, "Since I brought him back, he is my man... The rules dictate that I can only make amends to my sister here."

"That's it." Duanmucui smiled, "Elder sister is not quite right. It is true that you brought the person back, but whether you can keep it or not is hard to say right now."

Mengdie froze, and the hand holding the pot froze in mid-air.The people around also seemed to notice that the words of the two people were wrong, and they all looked sideways.

"From my sister's tone, it seems that she wants to rob me?"

"It's not like." Duanmucui seriously corrected Mengdie's speech error, "It's obvious, it's obvious that I want to grab you."

Mengdie remained silent, shaking her head and chuckling for a long time: "Forget it, you're new here, so I won't argue with you this time...My sister is drunk, so it's serious to go back to the room to rest."

It was already very polite not to tell her to "go back to the room".

"I don't have much appetite tonight, I ate very little, and I didn't drink even a drop of wine." Duanmucui didn't appreciate it, "It's you, sister, who resisted my words. Are you drinking too much, or are you afraid?"

Mengdie forced her anger down: "Duanmucui, I've given you enough face."

"Sister, I don't even know where to say that." Duanmucui pretended to be surprised, "My face is earned by myself, and it was never given by others."

Mengdie was so angry that her clothes trembled slightly and she was speechless.

"I took him away," Duanmucui helped Zhan Zhao, and smiled at Mengdie, "If my sister is unhappy, you can come and grab it. I'm upstairs, and I can drive at any time." After finishing speaking, it seemed Intentionally annoyed by Mengdie, she approached Zhan Zhao's ear quite intimately, and said softly, "Zhan Zhao, I'll help you back to your room..."

After speaking, a shy look appeared on his face, and his voice was inaudible.

All the people around thought that Duanmucui said something intimate, and they all laughed heartily.Mengdie's face was pale, and she looked at Duanmucui with hatred, wishing to eat his flesh raw.

Only Zhan Zhao listened to Duanmucui's words completely.

Duan Mucui said: "Zhan Zhao, I'll help you go back to your room...and then I'll peel your skin off."

Mengdie watched helplessly as Duanmucui supported Zhan Zhao to leave.

First it was qi, I felt a fire in my abdomen, and I was about to rise up, my heart, lungs, stomach and intestines were roasted uncomfortably, and then my hands and feet trembled, and I couldn't stand upright. , without looking up, she knows what kind of eyes are around her.

It has always been the habit of Tianxianglou to follow the red top and white, worship the high and step on the low.

Actually used to grab it, actually came to grab it!How can you come and grab it!

In the blink of an eye, Mengdie had countless thoughts: since she snatched it away, I will go up and snatch it back, and I have to slap her hard on the face to relieve my anger.

No, no, why do you think so?This is not what her dream butterfly did.

Qi Rumeng, Li Shengdie, who is Mengdie? How many sons and princes spend a lot of money just to make her smile.For things in this world, as long as she likes them, with a flick of her eyebrows, there will be people rushing to offer them.Men in this world, as long as they see her face, are all haunted by their hearts and souls.Only if they chased her at the same pace, how could she have any reason to go after others?
At any time, her posture is good-looking, she is high above, she is reserved and tactful, she has only heard of bees chasing flowers, how can there be a reason for flowers chasing bees?
She is the most delicate and blooming flower in Tianxiang Tower, Zhan Zhao has no reason not to like her.

The initial rage gradually dissipated, and Mengdie calmly picked up the wine she had just poured for Duanmucui, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Sister Duanmu." Mengdie slowly raised her head, playing with the empty wine glass in her hand.

Duanmucui stopped and looked back at Mengdie.

"You like Zhan Zhao, so you insist on taking him away. It's not easy for a sister to keep him." Mengdie said brilliantly, "But, if he comes to see me tonight, will my sister pick me up or not?"

The implication is: the man was forcibly taken away by you, but Ke Xin still stays with me, and he will come back whenever there is an opportunity.

Duanmucui smiled: "Don't bother sister, I believe he won't."

(End of this chapter)