The steward called Hua Shao thought of a lad who often appeared in court at the House of Red Sleeves in the 13th year of the Tianqi era. His heart tightened and he looked toward the source of the voice. He saw clearly the face of the person beside the First Young Master Chu and found that it was the wicked guy who called girls without paying. His body suddenly became stiff and his expression became extremely ugly. He thought bitterly in his heart, "Since we haven't seen each other for a long time, why should we meet again today?"
For people in the service industry, their thoughts and behaviors could never be synchronized. Steward Hua kept cursing Ning Que's parents and ancestors in his heart, but the ugly expression on his face quickly turned into a few bright flowers. He did not dare to hesitate and bowed to that person across several tables. Then, he turned around and put his right hand to his lips, shouting cheerfully toward the quiet and sparsely lit upstairs, "Ladies upstairs and downstairs! Young master Ning Que is here! "
No one knew how many people in the building were shocked by this shout. The students who were pretending to be shy and calm or pretending to be proud of themselves all looked at Ning Que's table in surprise. Situ Yilan held the teacup and opened her mouth in surprise. Jin Wucai could no longer maintain her gentle expression and thought to herself, "What kind of reception is this?" Why does it seem that everyone in the House of Red Sleeves knows Ning Que? " The students were surprised and expectant. They looked up to the upstairs with curiosity and disbelief. They wanted to see how many girls would poke their heads out to see Steward Hua after his shout.
The music on the balcony had stopped and it was quiet in the building. There were no beauties who could not wait to look at Ning Que, no girls who smiled and waved to him, and even no maidservants who came to check on the situation for their mistress appeared. Just when the expectant students were a little disappointed, some felt a little balanced, and Situ Yilan felt a little bored, suddenly there was a dense sound of footsteps in and behind the building.
Just like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate, or like heavy rain and light rain playing in the Spring Breeze Pavilion, in the sound of footsteps, beads swaying, and orioles singing and swallows talking, six or seven girls from the backyard of the building came out in a line with their personal maidservants. They gathered in the hall like flowing water, and then came to Ning Que's side. Some of them blamed him for not coming for a few days, some of them gently cared why he did not come these days, and some of them frowned and wondered if something had happened to him. In short, it was very lively.
While they were busy, a little girl with a cute pair of hair poked out from the top floor. She was Mistress Jian's personal maidservant, Xiaocao. Her dark eyes rolled around, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see. She shouted unhappily, "Ning Que, why isn't Sangsang here? You shut her up in the shop again! "
That night, the bored girls in the House of Red Sleeves who were preparing to go to the palace to practice singing and dancing. They ridiculed and hurt the fragile and sensitive heart of a young man, and pushed Ning Que into the building. After that night, things began to change subtly. Whether it was Dewdrop or Lu Xue, or those ordinary girls, they all treated Ning Que very warmly and cordially. There were only three reasons:
First, Ning Que had a clean and pleasant face, and was a rare young man in the brothel. He spoke well, behaved in a cute manner, and respected the girls. Moreover, they didn't have that kind of relationship, so they got along with each other easily and became very familiar with each other. Second, Dewdrop doted on this guy because of some purely personal reasons, so the girls of the Zhu family naturally gave him more face.
The most important reason was naturally that Mistress Jian had once expressed a certain degree of concern for this lad. This concern was not obvious, but it was too rare for Mistress Jian, who had always been indifferent to men and even hated them. Dewdrop and Lu Xue did not care about it, but for the other girls, if they could please Mistress Jian, not to mention being more intimate with Ning Que, even if they had to sacrifice their bodies for a few nights, it would not be a big deal.
However, the Academy's classmates didn't know these reasons, nor did they know how many times Ning Que went in and out of the House of Red Sleeves in this spring. They were already dumbfounded as they looked at the girls around the table and listened to their sweet voices.
Situ Yilan finally put down the teacup slowly and closed her mouth. But when she saw Lu Xue, whom she had failed to invite twice, sitting beside Ning Que and chatting with him while eating melon seeds, she couldn't help but look at Jin Wucai, who was dressed as a man, and said with a shocked expression, "Chu Youxian didn't lie. Ning Que really can go anywhere in the House of Red Sleeves. This guy … is much more respected than my arrogant cousins."
While they were talking, Ning Que and the girls had finished their greetings and bid farewell to each other warmly. Then he raised his right hand slightly to hold Lu Xue's hand and walked to Situ Yilan's table. He said with a smile, "Miss Situ, I've brought Lu Xue here for you. You have to pity her for her hard practice recently and let her go back to rest early."
Situ Yilan stood up and pretended to be angry but was actually happy. She said, "We girls are talking, it's none of your business." After saying this, she turned around and bowed to Lu Xue. She said very seriously, "Sister Lu Xue, I've always wanted to see you and ask you about the middle three kicks of the Hu Xuan Dance. It's a pleasure to meet you today. I hope you can teach me."
Lu Xue slightly frowned. She was indeed a little tired, but she knew it was not a good choice to act like a famous prostitute in front of these noble ladies of Chang 'an.
Jin Wucai also stood up and gently tapped the thumb and forefinger of her left hand with the folding fan in her right hand. She said with a smile, "Miss Lu Xue, my Sister Situ wants to learn the middle three kicks of the Hu Xuan Dance because it's the 60th birthday of Yunhui General at the end of this year. She wants to present this dance as a gift. It's not necessary for her to learn it today. I just hope you can spare some time for her."
"I see." Lu Xue smiled faintly and said, "Then I will dance a little tonight. In the future, if Miss Situ wants to invite me, you only need to inform me of the time in advance. It will be very convenient whether you come or I go to your residence."
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The Hu Dance had nothing to do with the grassland barbarians, but came from the Yuelun Kingdom. It was said that its origin was the sacrificial dance of a rainforest tribe in the extreme west of the Yuelun Kingdom. It was famous for its lively rhythm, especially when the upper part of the dancer's body was still like a fairy scattering flowers, while the lower part was shaking rapidly. The waist, abdomen, and thighs were dancing with the song, which would form a very sharp contrast of beauty.
This kind of dance was extremely difficult. The lower three kicks were relatively easy to achieve, but it was extremely difficult to complete the middle three kicks or even the upper three kicks while keeping the upper part of the upper body modestly still. The best Hu Dance Girl in the world was in Chang 'an of the Tang Empire, in the House of Red Sleeves. She was Lu Xue.
In the sound of the pipa, there was a faint flute fluttering. The lights in the quiet building dimmed slightly. When the curtain was lifted, Lu Xue, who was wearing a gauze dance gown that exposed her abdomen and wrapped around her buttocks, walked in. Her eyes were gentle and her hands were clasped in front of her white breasts. Neither her fingertips nor her eyelashes trembled. However, her bare snow-like feet were slowly dancing to the music. Especially as the pipa became more and more urgent, the frequency of her feet stepping on the stage became faster and faster. Her thighs and buttocks tightly wrapped by the gauze dance gown kept shaking like lightning, and her exposed abdomen swayed with fine lines …
After the dance, countless cheers rang out, and then the building returned to a warm and lively atmosphere. Situ Yilan seriously toasted Lu Xue, and everyone casually said a few words. Lu Xue, who looked tired, gently apologized and went back to her own yard to rest.
Hu Xuan was the best accompaniment to wine. Tonight, there were more than twenty young students in the House of Red Sleeves, who were in the middle of their youth. Immediately, the wine went down quickly. The elegant sound of Meng Shu's drinking was mixed with the sound of chips being tossed. The hall was lively and cheerful.
Tonight, Ning Que had been pushed into the limelight by Chu Youxian and the manager of the brothel. Naturally, he became the center of the drinking scene. Regardless of whether they were familiar with each other or not, the students all went up to him and tried to persuade him for various reasons. In the beginning, they would still play drinking games and play drinking games. But when they realized that Ning Que was really a genius at playing drinking games and playing drinking games, and after he won more than ten rounds, the drinking games became drinking games.
Ning Que liked to drink, and he liked the taste of wine even more. These years, he had been drinking with Sangsang. But it was a pity or sad that after drinking for so many years, his capacity for liquor did not increase at all. Basically, he was still in the state of looking at the wine and drinking games, but because he was too drunk, he basically had no chance to do so.
After being urged by his classmates to drink five or six glasses of wine, he became anxious. His drunkenness, which was only seven percent, suddenly jumped to twelve percent. He forced his eyes open, trying to pretend that he was still sober to scare off his enemies. However, his already inarticulate speech revealed his weak confidence. So he wanted to hug the full moon to pretend to be lonely and hide from drinking, but found that there was still no moon in the night sky. He wanted to lean against the railing and pour wine into the lake to get drunk and recite poems to pretend to be desperate, but found that he could not walk to the railing and could not remember any poems.
No matter in the previous life or this life.
He did not know when the table he was sitting at was moved to the railing at the back of the building, just close to the small pond of wet bamboo. But he was already paralyzed on the edge of the table, and had long forgotten what he had planned to do.
The environment by the railing was much quieter than in the hall. Situ Yilan sat beside him with her right foot on the railing, squinting at the stars in the sky. Her right hand was holding a small pot of clear Jade House Snow, gently shaking it outside the railing. Obviously, this noblewoman's capacity for liquor was much better than Ning Que's. The luster in her eyes was very bright. She suddenly asked,
"Ning Que, how did you and Sister Princess meet?"
Ning Que raised his head and rubbed between his eyebrows. Then he raised his chopsticks and kept looking for the cabbage head in vinegar. He casually answered, "I met her on the road."
"How did you meet her on the road?" Situ Yilan turned her head and stared at him with interest.
Ning Que inserted his chopsticks into the small pastry, covered his forehead and said angrily, "I picked her up on the road, so we met."
Situ Yilan said helplessly, "I think you probably remembered something wrong. Her Highness couldn't have been picked up by you on the road. "
Ning Que smiled with drunkenness, "Indeed I remembered wrong. All the things I picked up on the road are treasures. I can't be an idiot. Where did I meet the princess? Oh yes, you know I'm a soldier of the City of Wei … "
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