His lord was a woman. Why would she like a group of beautiful women singing and dancing?
The table in front of her was filled with delicious food and wine. There were also some delicious dried fruits that were hard to find in the north.
Jiang Pengji was gnawing on the dried fruits like a squirrel. Her sharp ears heard the footsteps of more than 20 women outside the tent.
The tent curtain opened. Dancers in red, accompanied by the fragrance of orchids, filed in, brightening the entire tent.
Spices were added to the lamp oil. When it was burned, the bronze lamp would emit a strange fragrance.
In this fragrant atmosphere, the graceful figure of the dancer in red, who was dressed in thin clothes, stepped on the elegant and mellow music of the Chinese Traditional Music Instruments and danced with the accompaniment of her companions. The audience in the live stream was even more excited, as if they were a gathering of hungry wolves. The contents of the bullet screen had changed into a different style, and the gifts were pouring in like water, full of enthusiasm.
Hanwu the Great Emperor: "Didn't they say that the ancients were ugly? This is a slap in the face. I thought that the modern aesthetic standards were very high. Now that I'm watching the streaming room, I know that classical beauties are classical beauties. Internet celebrities can't compare to them. They are very recognizable. "
Chen Ajiao: "You shameless people who are obsessed with looks. Shouldn't the focus be on the music and classical dance?"
Jiang Pengji was the son of an aristocratic family, but the audience in the streaming room knew that she didn't like luxury. She preferred pragmatism.
This also led to the streaming room being serialized for many years. The audience had only seen a few banquets, but the quality of each one was extremely high.
According to the audience, many people regarded the recorded videos of those banquets as the standard. They restored the ensemble music 100%.
There was even a nouveau riche who paid for an ancient music festival. It had been held four times so far.
Driven by the popularity of the streaming room, there was a retro trend in China in recent years. Young people also began to pay attention to ancient culture.
Jiang Pengji knew the importance of civilization to the inheritance of a race. As long as the influence was positive, she would be happy for them.
Some people had high awareness, but more people were ordinary people who were obsessed with looks. Looking at beautiful people was the top priority.
They could see that these dancers were carefully trained. They should be private song and dance troupes in the backyard of high officials and nobles.
Every dancer's appearance was of a very high standard. Each of them had elegant facial features, slender figures, creamy skin, and waists like spring willows.
Even if she wasn't an outstanding beauty, she was still a rare beauty.
All the beauties in red were dancing in the tent. Their watery eyes were dazzling and captivating, making one's heart itch.
Jiang Pengji held a wine bottle in one hand and supported the table with the other. She rested her chin on her hand. She squinted her eyes and looked at the dancers as if she was fascinated.
If one were to look closely, it would not be difficult to notice that her gaze was already fixed on the leading dancer. Her gaze was burning like fire, and under her calm appearance, there was a blazing heat, as if she wanted to burn through the dancer's dancing clothes and use her eyes to inspect her naked body …
Xu Bei noticed Jiang Pengji's expression and snickered in his heart. Youths were youths after all. How could they resist the seduction of beauty?
He had thought that the other party was a young man who cultivated in seclusion and had excellent self-control. Now that he saw it, it was obvious that he was a hypocrite.
Yang Si, who was sitting in the row behind Jiang Pengji, watched her back view and tilted her head. He secretly broke into a cold sweat.
My lord, no matter how much you like young ladies, you don't have the tools to commit the crime. Do you still remember your true gender?
"These dances are very unique." Jiang Pengji snapped out of her trance and smiled at Xu Bei. "The dance is beautiful, but the dancers are even more beautiful."
Indeed, she was passionate!
"They are just dancers kept at home. If you like them, you can pick any one of them and take it as a gift from me."
Between the aristocratic families, not to mention giving away singers and dancers to be kept in the backyard, even exchanging concubines was a matter of elegance.
Jiang Pengji's expression changed slightly. She was a little tempted, but she still restrained herself.
"How can I accept this? Looking at their appearances, it seems that they have spent a lot of effort to train them. They are so expensive, I can't accept them. "
Xu Bei said to the leading dancer, "You don't know how to read the situation. Go and pour some wine for district magistrate Liu."
The dancer bowed gracefully and stretched out her delicate and boneless hands to pour a cup of wine for Jiang Pengji.
The distance between them was not far. Jiang Pengji could smell the fragrance on her body and casually asked a question.
"What kind of fragrance did you use? It smells so good. "
The dancer blushed and said shyly, "I have never used fragrance. This is a natural body fragrance."
Yang Si's expression became even more rigid. He was wrong. He should not have followed her.
It was more suitable for the prodigal son, Feng Zhen, to come to such an occasion. He was best at dealing with these women.
"A natural body fragrance?" Jiang Pengji moved closer and sniffed. What entered her eyes was the dancer's slender, fair neck and delicate collarbone. Her expression was slightly intoxicated. Even her usually clear voice was slightly hoarse, making one's ears go soft.
"She is indeed a beauty. Even her fragrance is different from others."
"District magistrate Liu is too kind."
"Do you know any other dances?" Jiang Pengji asked her.
The dancer whispered, "Yes."
Xu Bei, the "brothel keeper" who pulled the strings, clapped his hands. The music that had just ended started again and the leading dancer returned to the group.
Jiang Pengji said, "This dance and music is very novel. It feels very different from the northern dances."
Xu Bei smiled and said, "The northern dances are rough and bold, while the southern dances are gentle and meticulous. The style of the two is naturally different."
"Brother Xu is quite knowledgeable about this … I often hear how talented you are. Rumor has it that you are the reincarnation of the Wenqu Star. Unlike me, I have never liked to study since I was young. I don't know anything about the four arts. Even my father often reprimands me, saying that I am a blockhead. Out of my seven orifices, I know nothing at all. I thought that if I had your level of attainment, my father wouldn't have to sigh and reprimand me so often … "
Jiang Pengji had a dejected look, like a frustrated youth.
How could Xu Bei believe that?
However, he was also a shrewd person. Naturally, he would not expose Jiang Pengji's "humble" words.
Under Jiang Pengji's intentional guidance, the topic of their conversation slowly shifted to the field of art.
Xu Bei did not disappoint Jiang Pengji's praise. He looked young, but his attainment in the four arts was not shallow.
The audience sighed with emotion. If Xu Bei had been born in their era, he would have been an all-rounded artist. Once he was reported, he would have swept the entire country. He was good-looking and proficient in the four arts of a gentleman. With such a persona, Tom Su, he would definitely be chased after by countless fangirls. It would be impossible for him not to become popular. It was a pity that Xu Bei was born in the wrong era. He was born in a clan like the Xu family. Those skills could only become playthings in his spare time.
As they were happily chatting, Xu Bei's gaze fell on the painting scroll in Yang Si's hand. He casually asked a question.
"Was that painted by you, my worthy brother?"
Jiang Pengji revealed a well-proportioned expression of embarrassment. "My father often reprimands me, saying that I am not skilled enough. Even a three-year-old child's graffiti is better than my drawing. I am unconvinced, so I searched for the painting of Master Yuanjing's disciple. I plan to take it home and study it. Perhaps I can learn something from it, so that my father won't reprimand me twice. I have embarrassed myself in front of Brother Xu. Jing Rong, why did you bring this painting out? "
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