Huo Chenan walked along the Qinhuai River, surrounded by beautiful women who were really intoxicated by the world. He shook his head helplessly and sighed: "Intoxicated by the world, the dream of vanity, the beauty is gone and the people are old; the years are fleeting and must be regretted, and generations still sigh in the sunset."
While Huo Chenan was pondering, a woman wearing a veil and a white dress passed by him, and a faint and elegant fragrance drifted into Huo Chenan's nose.
Huo Chenan glanced at her and couldn't help but complain: "White veil covering her face in the middle of the night, it's really a case of trying to cover up the truth."
This woman was Chu Xiaomei. She followed the followers of the Shenlong Sect to this place of fireworks and willows. She accidentally heard the poems recited by Huo Chenan and felt that this person had some talent. However, he went in and out of this place of fireworks in the middle of the night. I don't know which romantic young man's servant was eavesdropping on a few poems from the young master and came here to show off.
Huo Chenan naturally didn't know Chu Xiaomei's evaluation of him. At this time, he had already arrived at the Peony Tower.
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It wasn't just Huo Chenan who was out looking for prostitutes tonight. At this time, Ma Daha was strolling along the Qinhuai River with his younger brother. He wanted to go whoring, but the kick from Huo Chenan had not healed completely, and the thousand taels of silver given by the King of Wu had been taken away by the boss, so he had no money left.
They could only find a restaurant, drink some wine, and relieve their mood.
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The Japanese also visited the brothel. They had been hiding from place to place for the past few days, which made Yamamoto Gangmen and his men feel suffocated. Even if they put their heads on their belts, they still wanted to find women. This was the bad nature engraved in their bones.
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Huo Chenan held a visiting card and came to Miss Mudan's boudoir under the guidance of the attendant.
"Mr. Huo, you are really hard to please." Miss Mudan complained as soon as they met.
Huo Chenan said in a confused manner: "Why do you say that, Miss Mudan? I came as soon as I invited you. How can it be so difficult to invite you?"
"After we parted at the Wuwang Mansion, do you still remember that you promised me to come to Mudan Tower to drink and talk about music?" Mudan said in a charming tone.
"Of course I have not forgotten." Huo Chenan replied.
"Then why haven't you come for so long?" Mudan pressed on step by step.
Huo Chenan's forehead was black line: "Miss Mudan, it's only been three days."
Mudan walked towards Huo Chenan with lotus steps and said: "Mr. Huo, haven't you heard of the saying that one day of absence is like three years?"
As she spoke, Mudan was almost close to Huo Chenan, and Huo Chenan could even smell her breath.
The charm of Jinling's first prostitute is really not covered. Huo Chenan's heart was beating wildly at this moment. As an old driver, he had never been so embarrassed in front of a woman.
Just when Huo Chenan was about to lose control, Miss Mudan turned around gorgeously and distanced herself from Huo Chenan.
Huo Chenan breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he have time to look at the beauty in front of him.
Mudan had obviously dressed up carefully today, and she was bright and charming, wearing a red gauze dress, and her snow-white skin was looming inside, which was both tempting and mysterious. The greatness of her chest propped up the red bellyband, revealing her graceful waist, and a pair of snow-white long legs also appeared and disappeared with her footsteps.
Huo Chenan looked up at the sky. Damn, there was no sky in the room, only the ceiling. He couldn't lower his head, or his nose would bleed!
"Mr. Huo, please sit down, let's drink some wine first." Miss Mudan sat behind the long table and filled Huo Chenan with wine herself.
Huo Chenan pinched his nose hard, and barely stopped the nosebleed.
He walked to the front of the long table and a smell of wine floated into his nose.
"Du Kang?" Huo Chenan asked.
"Yes, it is Du Kang. I like the phrase, how to relieve worries, only Du Kang." Miss Mudan said with a slightly sad expression.
"I wonder what worries Miss Mudan? You need this Du Kang wine to relieve your worries." As a qualified listener, Huo Chenan naturally knew when to ask questions.
"Isn't it worth being sad that I have fallen into the world of mortals?" Miss Mudan's eyebrows were filled with sorrow.
Uh, Huo Chenan was stunned. Is he going to persuade a prostitute to become a good woman? He has no experience in this area.
"Let's not talk about these, drink." Before Huo Chenan could answer, Mudan interrupted his thoughts and drank her own wine glass.
"Why is Miss Mudan doing this? Drinking to relieve worries makes you more worried, and drawing a knife to cut off water makes the water flow more." Huo Chenan still wanted to say a few words to her.
Now it was Miss Mudan's turn to be stunned. She murmured and repeated what Huo Chenan had just said, "Cup to dispel sorrow, sorrow only increases; draw a sword to cut water, water only flows more."
"Mr. Huo is a great man. This is the true meaning of sorrow. If it is not reduced by any external things, it will only increase sorrow. Mr. Huo, I toast you."
The two drank and chatted like this, and soon they were a little drunk.
"In fact, this time I invited Mr. Huo to come here to say goodbye."
"Where are you going, Miss Mudan?"
"Leave Jinling, I don't know where to go."
Huo Chenan lowered his head and said nothing. It has been almost a month since he came here. He has very few friends. Old Wang and Old Li are two friends of different ages, and the little girl is a lover. The only people who can talk to him are Qin Wushuang and Miss Mudan in front of him.
At this time, a faint sadness of parting surged in his heart.
He picked up the wine glass, stood up and walked to the window, stretched out his hand to touch the window frame, looked at the moonlight outside the window and said lightly:
"When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do you know about the past. The east wind blew again last night in the small building, and the old friend could not bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red face has changed. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward."
He slightly modified this poem by Li Yu, the last emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and gave it to Miss Peony as his parting gift to Miss Peony.
Miss Peony was stunned on the spot. This was a poem written specifically for her.
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do you know about the past. It talks about when her time in this romantic place will end, and her past seems to be a little sad, but how much does Huo Chenan know?
The east wind blew again last night in the small building, and the old friend could not bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red face has changed. These two sentences are about the fact that after I left, another spring has come, but the ancients are no longer here, and I can only express my sorrow to the bright moon. The furnishings and arrangements here should not have changed much, but the people in it are no longer Peony and no longer myself.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. The last sentence is the finishing touch, a double entendre, which not only talks about Huo Chenan's endless sorrow like the river, but also represents my unspeakable sorrow.
Miss Peony couldn't help but cover her face and cry.
"Thank you for the poem, young lady, I have nothing to repay you, so I will give you a song." Peony said after calming down.
Well, I didn't promise to be with you!