Lord of the Desert

Chapter 236 The Bird on the Screen

Hong Fan turned his head and saw that Lu Yunshi was still maintaining the posture just now, looking at the corridor opposite where the wind had disappeared with scorching eyes.

It seems that the soul is carried and wrapped by the fragrant wind, and half of it is taken away.

Hong Fan patted him on the shoulder.

Master Lu Yun shook his body, swallowed his saliva, feeling lost.

He forced a smile at Hong Fan, raised his glass and drank it down, as if he wanted to wash away a certain figure in his heart.

During the banquet, most people were dry-mouthed and speechless for a while.

Looking back on the three performances, Hong Fan suddenly understood why Wu Hongling was particularly disdainful of Pinhuahui.

The three Huayins are actually warriors who have penetrated the upper middle level.

Especially the last one, Feng Xu, compared with Hong Lie and Hong Bo in terms of cultivation, it was hard to say how high or low he was.

But just looking at her age of seventeen or eighteen, her talent is far superior.

Dahua Shangwu.

If not, how can a little beauty affect a city?
Seeing that everyone's glasses were empty, Hongli came over to refill the wine.

However, the hand that has always held the pot very steadily spilled the wine this time.

She exclaimed "Yeah", and there was a look of fear on her baby-fat face.

No one at the table was angry.

"Everyone Fengxu is from Mingyue Building, you should have seen her singing and dancing before."

Hong Fan laughed.

"Seeing you today, why do you lose your mind?"

He shot Daoyanliu casually, evaporated the spilled wine, and released the aroma of pear blossoms.

Hongli glanced at him, without looking back.

"Little lady is yearning for Hua Kui?"

Hong Fan guessed.

The crimson color bloomed on the red litchi cheeks.

She hesitated for a moment, seeing that his words were sincere and did not seem to be teasing, she finally nodded slightly.

"Oiran is sought after by thousands of people, and famous in Jinghua, who wouldn't yearn for it?"

Bai Jiaci said jokingly.

Hearing this, Hongli's face was sad.

Bai Jiaci didn't understand what was wrong and was at a loss for a while.

Outside the Yulan, the three Huayins came out together and were entering the next link.

A rose is 30 taels, a peony is 80 taels, and a flower basket is 200 taels.

Under the auspices of the chief steward of Mingyue Tower, all the wealthy young masters and sons of aristocratic families made the rankings for the three flower singers and yelled non-stop.

"Mr. Liu Xingxian presented a flower basket to everyone in Fengmeng."

"Mr. Bai Taiping gave three peonies to everyone who was drunk."

"Mr. Jiang Wenbai gave Fengxu ten roses..."

Amidst the noise, Hongli turned her eyes away, and she was definitely looking at the light golden bright satin screen separating the world.

Hong Fan followed her gaze and saw a lark embroidered on a branch.

The posture of spreading its wings and about to fly is frozen in the moment before Li Zhi.

The screens of Mingyue Tower are naturally spotless.

But if you look closely, you can see that the golden feathers of the bird have faded with age.

No matter how beautiful the singing is, no matter how bright the feathers are.

The bird on the screen is still on the screen after death.

Hong Fan's heart suddenly felt sad, and he turned his face to look at the river.

But Bai Jiaci stared at Hongli's side face for a long time.

At this moment, he even found it difficult to breathe.

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The ranking on the stage has come to a later stage.

Fengmeng and Tingzui each saved 2000 taels of gifts in front of them.

And Fengxu is far ahead, with about 3000 taels.

These gifts came from more than [-] tables, but most of them came from the seven or eight richest people.

Lu Yunshi's table is full of "poor ghosts", so naturally he can't participate.

Except for Hong Fan.

More than a month has passed, and the business of Tianhe Bank has started.

According to estimates, it can bring about 1 taels of income for Hong Fan Secret in a month.

The 200 taels of flower baskets are nothing in comparison.

It's just that in his eyes, the following kind of live broadcast competition for roll call rewards is really a bit cheap.

"In terms of performance alone, which of the three shows do you think is the best?"

Hong Fan glanced at the flowers piled up in front of Feng Xu and asked.

Unexpectedly, the few people at the table looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't speak.

"Hard to say, hard to say..."

Yuan Xuesong looked at Zhan Yuanzi for disbelief.

"It is said that all arts are interlinked; brother Zhan, you have superb painting skills, and you should be the most elegant among my generation."

"What do you think?"

he asked.

Everyone looked at Zhan Yuanzi.

"Um, if you want to say elegant, the three scenes are very elegant."

He is rarely expected.

But Qi Ba's eyes were fixed on her, and she couldn't be fooled.

"Fengmeng's pipa is exquisite, listening to drunk's singing is superb, wind blowing..."

Zhan Yuanzi commented forcefully.

In the middle of speaking, he couldn't help but think of a picture in his mind.

The graceful curve revealed in the flying red dress;
The beautiful face passing by in a glimpse;
And the soft fragrance that lingers so far...

At this time, how can I still remember the singing and dancing of the pipa?
"Me, I think the third game is the best."

Zhan Yuanzi said, his old face flushed.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the meeting suddenly exploded.

"Heroes see the same thing."

Lu Yunshi nodded heavily.

"Brother Zhan really understands!"

Yuan Xuesong stroked his palm lightly.

"Seconded."

Yan Yulin also said seriously.

"I've always been indifferent to women, but when I think about it carefully, it's true that everyone in Fengxu is slightly better..."

Hongli sat on the side, curled her lips, holding back a smile.

Hong Fan glanced at everyone and raised his wine glass.

"You all know elegance."

"Full drink!"

After a few rounds of pear blossoms in vain, there are already results downstairs.

Not surprisingly, Fengxu, who occupies a favorable location, won the title of Xijing Oiran in Zhenghe's 28th year.

Fengmeng and Tingzui felt a little disappointed, but they still kept smiling, saluted and stepped back.

The Flower Tasting Fair is here, but it is not over yet.

A girl brought a brocade bag of hydrangea to the stage.

"Today, with the help of all the young masters, this concubine can get what she wants, and she will be among the top flowers."

Feng Xu took the hydrangea and said loudly.

"It is impossible to repay such kindness one by one, so I will use the hydrangea to talk about my heart."

"Young master who has won the hydrangea, the concubine will sweep the couch to welcome you, and sing and dance."

After speaking, the cheers of the guests set the tall building ablaze.

Feng Xu smiled slightly, raised his right leg to the sky, and climbed all the way until he was barefooted out of the red skirt and was higher than his head.

The hydrangea was thrown lightly and landed on the toes.

Huakui's whole body stretched straight, and suddenly she bent her knees and kicked, sending her ten feet into the air.

In the surrounding buildings on three sides, true energy flowed instantly.

Some use swords without sharpness, others throw melon seeds and peanuts with gentle force, in order to retake the hydrangea without damaging the brocade.

For a time, more than [-] people from top to bottom, left, right, and left were scrambling for each other.

Soon, more than a dozen people who had penetrated the realm knew that they were unlucky, and gradually withdrew.

Afterwards, several rich princes sitting on the third and fourth floors of the main building entered the game respectively.

The remaining Hunran masters set off for a moment, and also tactfully withdrew from the competition.

This is the meaning of the title.

In the flower tasting fair every year, it would be too vulgar to say that the top performer with the most investment will win the lottery.

But in fact, everyone knows that the oiran's hydrangea was originally prepared as a "return gift" for the few princes who contributed the most.

PS: When writing this chapter, I remembered a famous article by Zhang Ailing, so I used it for convenience.

【She is not a bird in a cage, if you open the cage, she can still fly out.

She is the bird embroidered on the screen—a white bird in a golden cloud on a screen of brooding purple satin.

Years and months have passed, and the feathers have become dark, moldy, and worm-eaten, and they still die on the screen.

——"Jasmine Fragrance Piece"]

(End of this chapter)