Chapter 56 The Weird

In the middle of the night, Wen Xiuyun returned to her boudoir a little tired. Today, she had to accompany her to a wine game and it was not over until now.

Taking off her beautiful long skirt and accessories on her head, Wen Xiuyun sat in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the bronze mirror in a daze, as if she suddenly thought of something, her pretty face turned red instantly, reaching her neck.

"Miss, the hot water is ready, let's soak for a while to get tired?"

"Ah! Oh, yes."

Unlike other singers, Wen Xiuyun did not live in the Jinxiu Pavilion, but in a small courtyard behind the Jinxiu Pavilion. From the houses to the furnishings in the yard, everything is arranged according to her preferences, and this is her nest.

The servant girl, Xiaobi, is Wen Xiuyun's fellow villager. She is three years younger than her and is fourteen this year. She is young but has quick hands and feet, and her appearance is also pitiful. Wen Xiuyun was worried that she would suffer a disadvantage, so she insisted on asking her here to avoid being pushed out early to meet customers.

After removing all her makeup, Wen Xiuyun entered the bathroom wearing a layer of tulle, stretched out her hand to test the water temperature, it was suitable, then took off the tulle and soaked herself in the bathtub.

"Miss, today I made soul vanilla, hee hee, I don't know how fragrant it is after washing!"

"Save the soul vanilla, otherwise, next month, Mama Chen will complain that I spend too much money."

"Hmph! Mama Chen is just stingy! How much money did the lady make for the store? I can't even give up a little soul vanilla, I don't like her!"

Wen Xiuyun patted Xiaobi's head lightly and said with a smile: "One penny of soul vanilla is worth one hundred taels of silver, and a bath is at least three pennies. Do you think it's cheap? If it wasn't for practicing kung fu, I would think this bath It’s a shame to wash it, it’s like throwing money into the water.”

But Xiaobi didn't take it seriously, and replied unconvinced: "What! I put four money in the bath water for you, miss. It's important for miss to practice. Only when you have a high level of cultivation can you judge higher grades, and you can also be judged. Earn more money, even as long as Miss can reach the third rank, Mother Chen will not dare to threaten you with a contract."

"Third grade? Hehe, it's not that easy. And it's hard to tell what it will be like if you reach the third grade."

Generally speaking, as long as the singer reaches the third rank, Hualou's control over the singer will be greatly weakened, and even a singer of this level can easily redeem herself, which can be regarded as a way of liberation that many singers dream of.

It's just that most of the third-rank singers are from large-scale flower houses, and the backstage of that kind of flower houses is extremely hard. Even if the singers reach the third rank, they don't dare to get out easily. At most, they have more choices.

After all, the third-rank singer is a cash cow, who is willing to let go easily?

"Miss, you are a little strange today."

"Where is it?"

"You came back much later than usual, and you were in a daze for a long time when you took off your makeup just now, with a shy look on your face. Could it be that you met some handsome gentleman today?"

Although the two are in a master-servant relationship, but because they are similar in age and fellow villagers, they are usually more like sisters, and they don't have much scruples when talking.

"Oh! What are you talking nonsense, you stupid girl! Be careful that I will hit you!"

"I won't let you hit me! Miss, you're blushing again, there must be something wrong!"

Wen Xiuyun's face turned even redder because she was soaking in the bathtub without clothes and it was difficult to capture the little girl.

"Miss, tell me, who did you meet today?"

"...a weirdo."

"Weird? What kind of weird method? Does it look strange or speak strangely?"

Talking about those men who appeared in front of Wen Xiuyun like a revolving lantern was a private conversation between the master and servant. Wen Xiuyun seldom talked so hesitantly today.

"It's the general banner of the Black Banner Battalion in Xuanqing Guard, Shen Hao."

"Wow! Miss, did you see Shen Hao?! I watched the beheading in the East Market that day, but I was afraid so I didn't go to see it. I heard that the person who supervised the beheading was Shen Zongqi. Some people said that his eyes were like copper bells, and he was eight years tall. The arms are thicker than the waist of ordinary people, and the mouth is still open, with sharp teeth, and one look can make people cry! Is it true?"

"Puff! Talk nonsense! No one grows up like this! Shen Zongqi is very young, he is better looking than most of the young men I have seen, and he has a heroic aura, and he speaks very well! You What are you laughing at! If you laugh again, I won’t talk about it!”

"Stop laughing, really stop laughing, miss, tell me quickly, since Mr. Shen is so good-looking, why is he a weirdo?"

"Hmph, he's good-looking, and he's also a weirdo. As soon as I walked in, he got rid of the charm emanating from me with all his strength, as if he was worried that I would harm him."

"Wow! There is still such a person? Then why is he going to Jinxiu Pavilion? Is he a beginner?"

"Bah! If you continue to talk like Mother Chen like this, I'll really beat you!"

"Hee hee, go on, miss."

"Later I performed for them. After a song, everyone else agreed, but he just smiled and said nothing, with a "that's it" expression on his face, which made people very angry."

Xiao Bi frowned when she heard this, and said in dissatisfaction: "It's really hateful, the young lady is excellent at both piano and song, and that Shen who is surnamed Shen doesn't know what to do?!"

"I was also a little annoyed at the time, so I asked him if he was dissatisfied with my piano songs, but guess what he said?"

"How to say?"

"He said that I sing very well, but the song is not good."

"What song are you singing tonight, miss?"

""Tonight's Speech", "Dream of Cold Mountain" and "Don't Forget".

"What?! These three songs are the representative works of Meng Qianxun! They are so beautiful, so Shen Hao is deaf, right?"

Seeing that Xiaobi was so excited, Wen Xiuyun also laughed. Of course, she knew that Meng Qianxun and everyone were Xiaobi's most admired singer, so she nodded and said: "Yeah, I was almost so angry that I scolded him at the time, so I asked him that since He doesn't think these three classic pieces are good, so he has some nice pieces to tell you."

"Ahaha, yes, yes, yes, that person surnamed Shen has nothing to say now?"

Xiaobi even imagined Shen Hao's deflated appearance in her mind, and smiled happily.

But Wen Xiuyun shook her head and said, "That's the fault here, he really has a song that is better than the three "Jin Xiao Ci", and it is much better, even the best of all the songs I know One, not one."

"Huh?! No, miss, I didn't catch what you said just now?"

"I said, he really has a song that is better than the three songs in "Ji Xiao Ci", and it is the best among the songs I know so far."

"This is impossible!"

"Hmph, don't you believe me?"

"I do not believe!"

"Okay, I'll play it for you after I finish taking a bath."

Half an hour later, Wen Xiuyun was wearing a gauze dress, with her hair loose and her face flushed with laziness after taking a bath. Then I saw her sitting in front of the piano, gently winding the strings with her hands.

From the very beginning, the tune seemed lonely and cold, as if a woman was walking by the cool autumn river resentfully. Although the scenery was charming, the woman was full of thoughts.

Following Wen Xiuyun's singing, Xiaobi's eyes widened in astonishment from the first sentence:

The fragrance of red lotus root and the remnant jade mat in autumn, lightly untie the clothes, and go to the orchid boat alone.

Who in the cloud sent brocade books?

When the word geese returns, the moon is full on the West Tower.

Flowers drift by themselves, water flows by itself, a kind of lovesickness, two places of worry.

There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart.

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