Qinhuai Yue Feng

Qinhuai has been a romantic place in Jiangzuo since ancient times, a place of fireworks, and there are thick smoke, water and powder everywhere. Brothel orchestra, romantic. In the South of the Yangtze River in the Six Dynasties, beautiful women were like clouds, the most touching. Colorful boats and soft ethereal songs on the Qinhuai River all tempt people coming and going with all kinds of thoughts. At that time, the gorgeous Qinhuai geisha, or the charming scenery, or the talented and beautiful Jiangnan, and even the lingering amorous feelings, can still be imagined as promised.

See the sunset on the mountain. The scattered afterglow covered the horizon with blood-red splendor, and at the same time dyed the Qinhuai River into a beautiful satin. In a blink of an eye, the summer sunshine disappeared and dusk came. A bright moon hung obliquely above the treetops, and the breeze gently brushed the water. Words bright now boating Huai water, lying in the cabin, naturally how comfortable. Suddenly, a faint song floated in the distance with the breeze. When you listen carefully, this song is intermittent, seemingly absent and elusive. He stood up and looked around Qinhuai, but he saw that the houses on both sides of the river were brightly lit, and the light and shadow swayed on Qinhuai River. It turns out that the brothel, which has long been silent in singing and dancing, is noisy again under the bright moon.

Ten-mile bead curtain and six dynasties gold powder coincide with its beautiful scenery, and this bright moon style is naturally worthy of living up to. Liangliang just taught the ferryman to tie the boat to the river and go ashore alone. Now, on both sides of Qinhuai River, there are miles of smoky alleys, criss-crossing and winding, until Pingkang Beili, where famous prostitutes and crooked prostitutes live together. Along the way, Liangliang always saw white walls and tiles, and the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion was looming. Gradually drifting away, I feel the breeze blowing, and the voices of orchestras and bamboo are one after another, mixed with a little laughter. When you get to the end of the alley and cross the bridge, you can hear all kinds of sounds, noisy and noisy. It turns out that I have arrived at Liuxiang, Qinhuai Flower Street. Looking up, I saw a brothel prostitute shop by the side of the pillow stream, hidden in the shade of Populus cathayensis. Qinhuai River during the day is full of people and noise. Needless to say, at this moment, it adds a charm. Liang Liang strolled across the river to the front of the building, but he saw: 3322 Jiangnan talents, from the front of the brothel, either entering or leaving; Looking at the crowds coming and going in front of the street, there was an endless stream, and everyone was very happy. He looked back at the empty brothels and saw Eelsen beauties beating Ropa, playing with scholars and rich boys. Outside, under the cornice, there is a plaque hanging at the end, which is engraved with the three characters "Fangqun Building" in antique style. Look downstairs, at about dusk, there are already more than a dozen prostitutes, bathed in incense and wearing heavy makeup early, coming out of the alley, leaning against the door and holding a round fan, laughing and waiting to attract people passing by the building. Peter said, looking at the scenery of this brothel, he stopped, but there were prostitutes dressed up and smiling, and their hands gently pulled his sleeve. When Liang turned around, he saw the brothel woman with a half-bun, disheveled clothes and slightly exposed breasts, and her fragrance penetrated into her heart. Liangliang stood under the lantern. When she looked at it carefully, her eyes were so charming. She smiled, opened her lips slightly and whispered in his ear, "Please sit inside, son."

Liangliang followed the prostitute to Fangqun Building. Although I haven't arrived at the door yet, I heard the announcer shout, "Sister Ying has a guest!" " When they entered the brothel, they looked around brightly, but they saw the fragrant fog, the rich aroma and the pink gauze swaying in the wind. Through the gauze, we can see that several beautiful images are intertwined. The rings are fat and thin, with different postures and various customs, which also gives people a feeling of being on cloud nine. So that dignitaries, or literati, or ordinary people's families come here just to have sex and have fun, so they all hold prostitutes and push cups for a change. Within the brothel, everyone takes part in accidental amusement, and it is difficult to find a trace of true feelings, while those prostitutes are tender and sweet, just to make everyone happy. Sister Ying led her upstairs, hand in hand to her embroidered pavilion, and the two sides sat separately. Ying Jie put down the round fan, put some fruit wine on the table, poured it herself and handed it to Liang Liang. Two people are drinking in the room. Sister Ying drank several glasses of wine, her cheeks were flushed and she was quite drunk. When she was drunk, I saw her dancing like a butterfly, her eyebrows flashing and her figure exquisite. When she was young, she was like a delicate willow, lying in her bright arms and smiling. When Liang Liang looked at it carefully, she only felt that spring was hidden in her eyes. She was so emotional and charming. Liangliang held her gently in her arms, brushed Ropa gently across Liangliang's face with a smile, picked up a cup of Hua San from the table and handed it to Liangliang, gently saying, "Please have a drink, son." Liangliang took the cup from her hand, looked at her with a smile and gulped it down. At this time, I saw Yingying's eyes were particularly hot, so I couldn't help but stretch out a white hand and gently hooked her bright neck. Liangliang conveniently hugged her waist, walked to the front of the couch, put down the curtains, and they were lying on the embroidered couch making love.

Besides, the two of them had just finished packing when they suddenly heard something outside the building and people were very noisy. Liangliang came down from the sofa, adjusted her skirt and gently pushed the window. It turns out that the bright moon has already risen to the sky, and the moonlight outside the window is like water, pouring thousands of miles, making the flowers on both sides sway. On the Qinhuai River, many beautiful paintings hang lanterns one after another, end to end, and the orchestral strings on the paintings are melodious and graceful, and they also enter the house because of the wind. Liangliang stood for a long time, and for a moment she looked at the scene greedily. Then Sister Yingying poked her head out of the curtain and asked, "Son, it looks like such a beautiful night. Why did you neglect my health?" Liangliang turned around and said, "Miss, don't say that. At the beginning of the following year, I heard that the night in Qinhuai was very charming. I didn't expect to see it tonight, but the wind was a little strong, so I was greedy. " Hearing this, Sister Ying hung up the gauze curtain and rearranged her clothes. She also got off the sofa, grabbed the wooden comb and combed her messy hair as she walked. "In that case, why don't I go out with you?" Liang Liang smiled and said, "Then there will be a girl."

Liangliang and Yingying walked out of the room and across the cloister until she was dry. At that time, the breeze was gentle and charming. Although it was on a hot summer night, it was quite cool. Looking up at the starry sky, I saw the stars all over the sky, and the lights gathered together. Looking across the bank, I saw the bright moon, bright lights, delicate willows and soft-pointed cloaks. On the Qinhuai River, the bright moon shines high and the blue waves ripple. On top of the original painting, the literati gave a banquet with poetry and wine, and the geisha entertained them. There are also many people looking for someone, all of whom come to the river to put lanterns. Liang Liang looked at it for a while, and then said to Yingying, "Miss, go and have a rest. You can't sit alone for a while." Sister Ying said, "That concubine excused herself." Say and leaned upon, then out of the room. After Sister Ying left, Liangliang managed to get some wine, sat there and drank it for herself. Unconsciously, the night is dark, but watching the sound of flutes and drums on the original ship, the sound of singing and dancing orchestral music in the banquet room, and the sound of beautiful prostitutes laughing on the railing, it is confusing and confusing, and people can't help it. But at the moment, that bright is intoxicated in this romantic Qinhuai.

The soft piano sound mixed with the soft breeze is slowly sent to the ear. Liang Liang heard the sound and looked around. It turned out to be coming from Fangqun Building. Putting down his glass, he followed the sound of the piano all the way, bypassed the winding cloister and came to the door of the embroidered pavilion. Liangliang stopped to listen carefully, but the sound of the piano curled up, like an oriole leaving the valley, and suddenly like a flock of swallows returning to their nests, indescribable ethereal and feminine. Looking at the embroidered pavilion, I saw the veils fluttering gracefully on both sides, and the landscape screen in the middle stood at attention, and the sound of the piano floated behind the screen. Liangliang wanted to stop, but still stood in front of the screen and listened. Just when I was intoxicated, the piano suddenly stopped and the strings trembled slightly, thinking that the man's delicate hands stopped on the strings. When the piano sound seems to stop, Liangliang takes the flute out of his sleeve and plays it leisurely. The flute blew through the deep night sky, soft as smoke in a censer, but it could be cut by a breeze. At this time, behind the screen, the music of Tianqin leaked out on the strings of the fingertips, just like the crisp spring water in the mountains, which was refreshing. The melody and flute sound of the piano are peaceful, quiet and graceful, just like asking and answering, which is the most touching. The piano is getting louder and louder, and the flute is getting lower and lower, but it is low and constant, like a filament floating endlessly.

When I was young, an ensemble of mountains and rivers ended. Liang Liang only felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing. Behind the screen, a beautiful woman came out gracefully, but she was wearing a simple long skirt embroidered with small red berries and a white brocade belt around her waist. A lilac, silver hairpin inserted obliquely, dotted with hair. In the breeze, a lock of moss brushed the delicate pink cheek gently. Look at her, her face is red and her teeth are white, and her eyes are longing for life, rippling with intoxicating charm. Only after the first encounter, Liangliang thought her dress was cute, and she was already intoxicated with joy. The man saw bright and well dressed, elegant and romantic, more proficient in temperament, and his heart was somewhat admired. The girl leaned forward and bowed, and Liang Liang also bowed. The girl asked Liangliang to sit down in the room. After some greetings, the two of them passed their names. It turns out that this girl's surname is Lu, and the fine print is that she is 29 years old and can play chess, calligraphy and painting. Although it turns to dust, on weekdays, it can only play some music for people to make a living.

Let's talk about Miss Li Chun cooking tea for Liang Liang herself. Liangliang sat there and looked around, only to see the window gently open, the curtains half rolled, the curtains flying, and the quiet moonlight just filled the boudoir through the round window. The curtain of the embroidered couch hangs down, and the tassels are gently released. There is an clavichord on the piano table. In the incense burner in front of the piano, plumes of clear smoke wafted around the room. Liang Liang felt quite elegant after reading it, and repeatedly praised: "The girl is not only like a fairy, but also like a well-organized boudoir. I think she must have some hills and valleys in her chest. " The words sound just fell, but there are some poems and manuscripts piled on the case. Liang Liang got up and walked over and looked at them lightly. These are parallel essays written by Li Chunping Day. Some of the beautiful sentences, such as "The parrot combs its hair several times in front of the curtain without knowing what people are doing", "It rains like jade, like congealing fat" and "Sickness is the root of sorrow, sorrow is the leaf, and the leaf is the eyebrow", are mostly fresh and elegant, which is dizzying. Seeing it brightly, he praised it: "Li Chun is elegant and profound, and he is talented in Xie Daowen, which makes Xiao Ke extremely ashamed." Beginning of spring said with a smile, "What I have learned is nothing more than fishing songs and pastoral songs. How dare I be praised by your son? " So they chatted in the room. When I was a child, the tea was already cooked, and beginning of spring raised his hand to propose a toast. She said, "Please have tea, son." Liangliang thanked him and picked up the tea and tasted it. He felt the smell of My Sweetie, and with the fragrance, he quickly said, "Good tea!" If you taste it carefully, it will enter your throat and you will feel very supple. The fragrance of tea will naturally make people memorable.

Li Chun got up and said, "Thanks to your care tonight, I will definitely dance for you and do my best as a host." Liang Liang said, "This is really great. In that case, I should accompany the girl on the piano. " Li Chun thanked her. "Being good is good, but I can't bear to be a hardworking son." Liangliang picked up the piano, sat on the floor, put it on his knee and said, "No problem." I saw his fingers stroking the piano face, concentrating his thoughts and gently plucking the strings. The wonderful sound of the piano poured out instantly, soft and moving, like a clear spring flowing, and like a bird whispering in the forest. When I heard the sound of the piano gradually rising, I saw Li Chun lightly moving the lotus dance steps, dancing with long sleeves and drawing a perfect arc in the air. With the light, soft and ethereal dance, her white robe slipped by half, revealing a graceful neck and a clearly visible collarbone. The pleats of the skirt poured down to the ground like moonlight, holding more than three feet high, making her gait more graceful and feminine. Suddenly, the piano suddenly sounded, and beginning of spring's right foot was the axis, and his long sleeves were loosened, and his charming body rotated accordingly. The long skirt spread out, as graceful as the wind blowing willows. Then I lifted my skirt, jumped up gently and pulled it back, as elegant as small flying snow all over the sky. After waiting for a while, the piano sound disappeared, the warm wind blew on my face, put the piano away brightly, stood up, and was on cloud nine. Li Chun also stood still, only to see the bangs on her forehead slightly tilted, which added a bit of mature charm. The slender arch eyebrows set off her eyes like a pool of autumn water, and a few strands of hair hung down on her chest, with a faint blush on her cheeks, making her more delicate and lovely like petals. These two people are really gifted scholars and beautiful women, and they complement each other.

Lu Lichun sat down at the table, only to find that she was dressed up and slightly panting, but Liang Liang poured a cup of tea early and said, "Miss, please have a cup of tea." Lichun thanked her, took it and took a sip of it gently in her hand. Liang Liang said, "The girl's dancing is naturally as breathtaking and graceful as Youlong's. Even the fairies in Yuen Long are not as good as the girls. " Lichun said with a smile, "Childe is only partial to concubines, so these vulgar dance music are also favored." Liang Liang also said with a smile, "My idea is self-evident. How can a girl speak for me? " When Li Chun heard this, he smiled and said, "Don't you know that I love my house and my dog?" Liang Liang couldn't help laughing after listening. At this point, the maid has also prepared a banquet and called them to drink. During the dinner, Liang Liang and Li Chun talked about words and rhymes and enjoyed themselves. Just before the Q&A session began, flute, drum, silk and bamboo along Qinhuai River started again. Lichun got up and walked to the window of yee, brushed the sill to see the moon, looked up and saw the stars in the sky, and the moon was bright and the river was bright. It was a cool night, and Liang Liang saw Li Chun wearing thin clothes, so he went over with a brocade dress and dressed her. Li Chun turned to thank her. Unconsciously, the two men became more and more affectionate and stood side by side at the window. Lichun stared at Liangliang affectionately and leaned her head slightly on Liangliang's shoulder. It was love at first sight. At this time, she gently held Li Chun in her arms. These two people have been standing in front of the window for so long.

It was not until a bigger leak quietly came to Xiulou that it was like a watch. By the Qinhuai River, lanterns are lonely and people are gradually dispersed. Liangliang patted Li Chunxiang on the shoulder and said, "It's getting late tonight, so I'll go first, and the girl can go to bed early." Lichun slowly raised her head. Although her heart was full of tenderness and disappointment, she still had to say, "Although my body has fallen here, I have never left it to anyone, and it is not convenient to be with my son at this moment. I hope he can forgive me." Liang Liang smiled and said, "This girl talks too much, but she is bothering me." With that, he bowed and said, "I'll leave you now." Beginning of spring smiled and bowed and said, "Take care, son." Liang Liang turned to go, only to take a step, but Li Chun shouted, "Son ..." Liang Liang heard the voice and turned to ask, "I wonder if you will come to Li See Spring again after you leave tonight?" Liang Liang saw that she was so kind and eager to ask, so she nodded sincerely and said, "Come back tomorrow!" " When Li Chun heard this, his face was filled with joy and he said happily, "Tomorrow, it is convenient for me to set up a seat here and wait for you!" Liang Liang was full of emotion and wanted to express his admiration for Li Chun, but because it was getting late, he had to say, "See you tomorrow!" Say that finish, she went downstairs, Li Chun stood on tiptoe, quietly watching the bright back disappear in her sight.

Words are divided into two ends. Let's talk about walking out of Fangqun Building brightly and happily. I saw those prostitutes in front of the building still welcoming them and sweet-talking with people coming and going. When prostitutes saw Liangliang coming out of the building, they all said, "Come back tomorrow, son." But Liangliang completely ignored it and stood on the bridge and looked up at Fangqun Building. I saw Li Chun standing under the window, staring at himself silently. The two of them looked at each other, and Li Chun just smiled. Eyes are even first-class, but they are so sweet. Liangliang waved to her from a distance and left happily. On the way, I felt relaxed all over, but I have arrived at Qinhuai ferry. Before this, the ferryman recognized Liangliang and asked, "Son, can you cross the river?" Liang Liang smiled and said, "No!" After that, I went to Qinhuai River's room and stayed for one night. After entering the room, Liang Liang fell asleep, but all that came to mind was Li Chun's smile, tossing and turning on the sofa, making it difficult to sleep. Moreover, after the bright figure gradually disappeared, Lu Lichun looked around Qinhuai, only to see the lights on both sides of the strait, and the original ships were intertwined, pushing a cup for a change. The sound of flutes, drums, silk and bamboo is one after another, and the noise remains the same. Li Chun turned her back to the window, put down the bead curtain, gently touched a strand of hair on her chest with her hand, smiled and let the deer bump around her chest. However, Li Chun closed the window, took off his hair in front of the Luan mirror, washed off his powder, undressed with a room full of red candle incense mist, lay on the embroidered couch, covered the quilt and put down the curtain. She is crazy, too, and can't sleep for a while. I don't know once upon a time, the Qinhuai River was quiet. Lu Lichun has also quietly fallen asleep. In my dream, but in the intoxicated night of spring breeze, Liangliang and Li Chun walked hand in hand in Qinhuai River. At that time, mountains were like moths, flowers were like gills, wind was like wine, and ripples were like silk. When I looked up, I felt intoxicated. Lichun snuggled up in her bright arms, listening to the insects, savoring the lotus fragrance, and letting the willow branches swaying by the river gently brush her cheek. A bright moon passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight is quietly sprinkled on the Qinhuai River, and gently spread through the weeping willows on the shore, gently shining on the two clear backs by the river.