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- Fang Xian was very happy, and he was moved by the scene. He suddenly became a literary and artistic young man. He cleared his throat and wanted to show his culture to the ladies¡ª¡ª
The building outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain,
What time does the West Lake singing and dancing close?
The warm breeze makes tourists drunk!
"Brother Xian is good at reciting poems!" Linger applauded, beaming with joy as he came out to play whatever.
Yu Yan hummed softly, covered her face and said, "Uncle Xian, why don't you sing the last sentence?"
"What's that last sentence?" Fang Xian scratched his head and thought hard, seemingly making a fool of himself.
Yu Yan sighed and said quietly: "The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they think Hangzhou is Bianzhou ugh"
Fang Xian shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It seems that I forgot the last sentence on my own initiative. It is not suitable for this situation."
Teacher Yu Yan did not complain and opened the class: "The core of Lin Sheng's "Ti Lin'an Residence" is the last sentence. It is suppressed first and then raised. Suddenly, the sentence "just call Hangzhou Bianzhou" popped up, which made it very dark. The rulers of the Southern Song Dynasty had an attitude that they did not know how to make progress and only wanted comfort and enjoyment. But after thousands of years, few people mentioned the last two sentences, and more people like the first two sentences, which depict the scene of the West Lake very insightfully."
A few people were chatting and walking along the lakeside, buying some snacks and toys and having fun.
Occasionally, I came across a silk and satin shop, and the women immediately began to lose their composure. Even Su Mei jumped out of Dalba and followed several godmothers into the cloth shop.
Fang Xian and Dalba Mumu stood at the door of the store, decisively refusing to follow them in.
Fang Xian only felt that it was between two men. I need a cigarette now. It's a pity that this is not popular here, so Dalba sat side by side on the stone steps in front of the cloth shop.
"Master, what are these women wearing? Why do they show so much thigh?"
"Cheongsam, come to a place like this at night, how can you not show off your figure!" Fang Xian had no idea in his mind and quickly filtered the targets in front of him. Although the beauties in Hangzhou were exquisite and lovely. But he really didn't have much interest. Several ladies had cultivated his god-like determination.
"Masterwhy do I feel weird?" Dalba did not dare to look at those women's thighs anymore, he just blushed and lowered his head. "Why are you reciting the sutraI haven't recited it for a long time and I have forgotten it. Damn it, damn it"
"Disciple, it doesn't have to be like this." Fang Xian patted his beloved disciple and pointed at the various thighs around him, "After eating wine and meat, the Buddha will leave it in his heart. Just do good deeds. There is no need to wrong yourself."
"What Master taught me is that Dalba has always been exposed to wine and meat. These are it is not as simple as wine and meat. Sins, sins."
"Hi." Fang Xian patted Dalba again. "My good disciple, there is nothing new in these. It doesn't matter if you have eaten them before. Which one do you like? Master will get it for you."
¡°I don¡¯t dare¡ I don¡¯t dare¡¡± Dalba closed his eyes. The pure Yang virginity of more than thirty years is about to explode.
"Fuck, you don't have to be so pedantic!" Fang Xian scolded with a smile, "You will understand after doing it twice, this is a hard job, I'm afraid of a bird!"
"What did you say?" At this time, a woman's voice was coming from behind.
Fang Xian swallowed and spit. She secretly thought in her mind that she had only had sex with Ling'er in a legitimate way, had sex with Yuyan once before marriage, and Yueru couldn't bear to see it. Will saying this make them think that they are not good enough?
cannot! Absolutely not! This is the fundamental dignity for a man to settle down and build a family, and it cannot be softened.
He jumped up, turned around and shouted: "Ladies, my disciple is not young anymore. Look"
As he was speaking, he suddenly froze. He never expected that he would change his style in just one second?
The three of them each chose a good cheongsam, one bright red, one light blue, and one light green. The robes were dotted with silver tassels. With our looks and figures, they came out hand in hand. They really looked stunning. Dog eyes.
"Brother Xian, is he good-looking?" Ling'er turned around and stuck out her butt.
Fang Xian was stunned, suppressing the fire in his heart: "We've been together for so long, Ling'er, and you're still so seductive!"
"Humph." Yue Ru twisted.
Fang Xian covered his nose: "Madam, we have been alone for so long, can we make it happen tonight?"
"Huh?" Yu Yan smiled evilly and gently lifted the corner of her skirt.
"You're so evil, do you want me to make a fool of myself!" Fang Xian covered his nose and cursed angrily.
At this time, the sound of trickling water came from behind him.
Dalba¡¯s eyes were empty, and the blood in his nostrils kept flowing and gushing out.
"Masterdisciple deserves to die"
Fang Xian said dumbly: "I don't blame you, I've eaten it and seen it and I've always hated it"Stuck. "
The third lady snickered and turned back to pay the bill.
When I came out, a white-haired old man came over to talk to me.
"Gentlemen, is this your first time coming to West Lake?"
"Yes, uncle, are you okay?"
"Haha." The old man sneered, "If you want to have a good time sightseeing, Lao Yang can take you around."
"Hmm." Fang Xian thought about it. He would always miss something while wandering around like this. Since a tour guide came to the door, why not let him take him with him? After playing all the things to play, he threw out dozens of gold coins. "Can you please lead the way, Mr. Yang?"
The old man took the money, looked at it with a smile, and asked: "You guys have gone a long way, do we want to ride around in a sedan chair, or take a boat on the lake to enjoy the moon and listen to the piano?"
Fang Xian didn't care, so he asked some ladies.
In the end, everyone unanimously chose to take a boat. After arriving at West Lake, taking a boat tour is a must.
Fang Xian knew that boats had different specifications, so he asked his old man to find a larger boat with a singer and some drinks.
The old man agreed and took everyone to the small pier. Several exquisite boats were parked here waiting for passengers. Fang Xian chose the largest one and helped several ladies aboard.
There was a boatman and a maid on the boat, and the old man called a singer, and then the boat started.
Not long after, the boat had arrived on the lake, and several girls were leaning on the side of the boat, pointing, chattering, and quite happy.
Fang Xian and Dalba were sitting at the small table, holding fish in vinegar and drinking wine, and they were very happy.
He vaguely felt that this was the life he wanted, neither embarrassing nor domineering, and being a family together was better than anything else.
A slight feeling of drunkenness came over him, and Fang Xian started talking about his disciple again: "Dalba. How old are you this year?"
"35."
"Fuck, you're ten years older than me" Fang Xian said with a smile, "When I go back, I'll introduce you to a few girls. By the way, there's also Fang Mong. It's almost time for you to get married."
"I just want to stay with my master and my wife. There is no need to get married! Besides, there is a Buddha"
"You have broken all the precepts that should be broken. The Buddha has not wanted you for a long time. Besides, after you get married, you can no longer accompany the master? Can you bring your mother Dalba and little Dalba to honor my old man!"
"Let's put it this way" Dalba waved his finger, "If I get married, it will be one Dalba family. With so many people honoring Master, Master will definitely be happier!"
"Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
"You're so stupid!"
""
The two chatted happily, and soon the wine in the jug was empty. The maid came over to replace it with a new jug, and asked by the way:
¡°Master, shall we listen to some music?¡±
"Oh, by the way, there is also a performance." Fang Xian smiled and said, "This is a must. Do you need me to invite the lady?"
Fang Xian probably knows the rules. Some powerful singers are very particular about appearance. You can¡¯t hire them only if you have money. They have to visit the thatched cottage and so on.
"Haha that was how long ago." The maid covered her face and smiled, "Your Excellency still inherits some of the literati's demeanor from the past. It is really rare."
"Haha." Fang Xian also laughed, thinking that he was overthinking, "Then please go and ask the lady to come out and sing a song. I'm all ears."
"Yes, let's go."
Not long after, the maid came gently leading the woman who was half covered with a veil.
Fang Xian couldn't see the singer's face clearly. I just felt that she was extremely thin and had a slightly sad temperament.
"Uncle Yang." Fang Xian was slightly dissatisfied and shouted.
The old man was chatting with the boatman at the bow of the boat. When the boss called him, he hurried into the cabin: "Master, what are your orders?"
Fang Xian looked at the singer, finally shook his head, and let Uncle Yang go down again.
He originally wanted to complain to Uncle Yang, but he asked to find a more joyful singer, but why did he feel a touch of sadness, which was not appropriate for the occasion.
"Sir, do you want me to leave?" A whisper came, the singer's voice was very soft, and it seemed to be mixed with some incomprehensible emotions.
Fang Xian smiled hoarsely: "Sorry, I don't blame the lady for this."
The singer came slowly and sat in front of Fang Xian: "Sir, do you want to listen to all the bright songs?"
"It doesn't matter, Miss, you can do whatever you like, I don't know the music."
"Sir, do you want to listen to the pipa, zheng, or xiao?"
"Blow" Fang Xianling choked back the words. Several ladies had gathered around to listen to the music together. He couldn't accidentally say some strange jargon.
"Leave it to me, miss." He said.
"Hmm." The singer thought for a while, then asked the maid to bring the zither.
After playing with the strings for a while, she asked: "Since you don't understand, sir, I will give you some simple questions. If you can recognize this piece of music, I will take off the veil; if you, sir, can agree with it, I will Pour me a glass for you, sir; if you can hear the parts of the song that I have modified on my own, the little girl will do as you please tonight."
"!!!!!!" Fang Xian's face twisted into a ball.
"Is this girl stupid? Didn't she see that she brought a bunch of women out to play! Such words! Such words
Isn¡¯t it right to talk about this in private?
Unexpectedly, the ladies were not angry at all when they heard this, but Yu Yan was full of fighting spirit. She grabbed Fang Xian's wine glass and took a sip: "Girl, please sing. If I can tell the difference in the song, girl, maybe you can obey my orders?" "
"Yes."
"Okay, girl, please sing."
Fang Xian swallowed again, wondering what kind of evil idea this evil Yan was brewing
Everyone held their breath and became silent for a moment.
The singer stroked the strings. After pondering for a long time, she finally touched the first string.
The initial rhythm of the music is extremely soothing. Only the first few simple notes can lead people into a peaceful and beautiful state.
Yu Yan quietly walked up to Fang Xian and whispered: "It's "The Moon Is High", also known as "The Song of Colorful Feather Clothes", a work by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. The dance of Concubine Yan was later adapted into a poem by Bai Juyi."
"Yu Yan, please stop talking, I'm listening to the music!" Fang Xian complained, he didn't understand and didn't want to understand, he just cultivated the grass, "Yu Yan, you are so annoying."
¡°¡I won¡¯t help you take off her clothes!¡±
"Yu Yan is a good girl! Keep talking!" (To be continued)
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