Chapter 123 Extra 3: A 1.9-meter-tall sturdy courtesan...
What Jiangnan has the most is pleasure boats. There is nothing special about these boats during the day, but at night, red paper lanterns light up, the slowly wandering pleasure boats are full of lights and colors, and as the night wind blows, the gauze curtains flutter, and the faint sounds of singing and stringed instruments are spread on the lake.
Occasionally, there is a half-open window, and among the faint sounds of laughter and conversation, you can see the clinking of golden cups, and the soft white skin and affectionate eyes of a beauty.
Song Yanze propped up his head, feeling somewhat bored despite being drunk. He propped up his head, looked out the window, and took a breath.
This banquet was held to congratulate him for winning the top spot in the imperial examination. The banquet at home had already been prepared, but he could not refuse the invitation from some of his classmates from the same hometown.
Not only him, but also his fellow townsmen who passed the imperial examination were invited, and he couldn't refuse even if he wanted to.
Normally, such a banquet should not be out of the ordinary. After all, all the guests are elegant and cultured people. However, they do many romantic things in the name of elegance, which is also their usual trick.
A few courtesans played the piano and made music, and a few famous courtesans just said that they were the godsons and goddaughters of someone's family who came to keep them company, but in fact they were still going the lower route.
Song Yanze was tired of such things. After all, he was young and didn't bother to pretend. He drank a few more glasses by himself and got drunk.
"Brother Song doesn't seem to be very interested in these rouge and powder?"
A Jinshi who was also attending the banquet glanced around him and saw that he did not allow anyone to accompany him and only drank by himself, so he deliberately spoke loudly with some dissatisfaction.
Song Yanze bowed, lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Young ladies and young masters are excellent in playing the piano and dancing, but I am not good at this."
"No way, you are the best writer of our Jiangnan generation, and the number one scholar. I guess you don't care about these things."
"It seems that Yunyan has to come..."
"Only an Oiran is worthy of our top scholar, hahahahahaha."
On the second floor of the houseboat, Jiang Tingyuan, dressed as a servant, concealed his whereabouts, and left the room carrying a pot of wine.
He lowered his head and casually covered the two drops of blood on his sleeves, then walked out with a normal expression.
"Um...you, hurry up and serve wine to the nobles."
Jiang Tingyuan bowed his head and went up with the wine glass. As soon as he entered the room, he heard a cold voice.
"You must be drunk."
Jiang Tingyuan looked up in disbelief, only to see Song Yanze sitting on the side in a green brocade robe, playing with a golden cup in his hand. The coldness in his eyes made him look like ice and snow, like green bamboo.
I just want someone to seduce him to fall, to see his affectionate look when he is confused and infatuated.
Song Yanze seemed to have noticed something and turned to look at him. Jiang Tingyuan immediately lowered his head, leaving only a figure in gray cloth shorts.
Song Yanze felt that they were talking more and more outspoken, and after a few cups of wine, he didn't care about his skin anymore, so he stood up and walked away, saying coldly: "I can't handle the alcohol, I'm going to rest first."
The pleasure boat will not dock until tomorrow morning. This floor is full of vacant rooms. Song Yanze stood up suddenly and felt a little dizzy. He held on to the pillar and went back to his room, where he lay down on the table for a nap.
After he left, the conversations of several people became more and more outrageous. Finally, they planned to find Yun Yan and put her in his room to see if she was a hypocrite or a real gentleman.
Jiang Tingyuan was listening on the side, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. Before leaving, he wrote down the faces of these people one by one.
He left here and turned into one of the rooms.
"My Lord! Is everything going well? Shall we withdraw now?"
There was only a young man dressed as a woman and wearing a veil in the room. His disguise skills were amazing and there was nothing out of place in the room. However, when he opened his mouth, he had a rough voice.
"Yunyan, why are you the oiran?"
"Yunyan" was stunned, then smiled and replied: "My Lord said that I need a good reputation, so I spent a lot of money to build momentum, and after a while, I became famous."
"It's okay. If you think this identity is not good, just let Yunyan die of an acute illness someday."
Jiang Tingyuan hesitated to speak, not knowing whether he should praise his subordinate for his hard work and progress.
"Being low-key is..."
"Miss Yunyan? Miss Yunyan, there are a few distinguished guests who would like to invite you over..."
Jiang Tingyuan looked at "Yunyan" expressionlessly. He looked at Jiang Tingyuan puzzledly, and always felt that the look in his eyes was strange.
After a while, the door opened and "Yunyan" walked out slowly.
Several servants were waiting on the side to see this rare "oiran", but they saw this girl standing much taller than all of them, wearing a veil, and her eyes swept over them with an imposing aura.
...Good, such a murderous oiran.
"Yun Yan" was wearing a scarlet dress with her hands hidden under her sleeves. Her sleeves fluttered as she walked, shocking everyone. These young masters had drunk a lot and were intent on teasing Song Yanze. They were just smiling and waiting for Song Yanze's reaction.
Jiang Tingyuan wrote down the names of these people one by one, and quickly sorted out a list of their family members who were officials in his mind. When he returned to Beijing tomorrow, he would investigate them one by one and make trouble for them.
When they arrived at Song Yanze's door, the servants did not follow him. Jiang Tingyuan leaned against the window at the end, waiting for them to come over with the support of each other.
"Miss Yunyan..." The leading man swallowed. Oh my God, he had to crane his neck to look at this girl.
"If you serve Mr. Song well, I will reward you handsomely."
Jiang Tingyuan swept his pair of black eyes over them, suddenly opened the window, walked slowly behind them, and kicked the leader into the lake.
The remaining few looked at "her" in astonishment and sobered up a lot.
"You...what are you doing?"
Jiang Tingyuan laughed, it was clearly a man's low and hoarse laugh, the hidden chill in it gave them goose bumps.
Then they were kicked into the lake one by one.
There was no one in the corridor now. Jiang Tingyuan straightened her dress, and the messy gold hairpins and tassels on her hair jingled. He didn't expect to see him again in such a situation.
There were three knocks on the door, but no one answered.
Jiang Tingyuan pushed again and actually pushed the door open.
It seemed that she was really drunk, and she didn't even lock the door. Jiang Tingyuan went in holding her dress and closed the door.
I walked around the screen and saw the person I had been thinking about day and night, lying on the table, his face flushed, his brows furrowed and his eyes tightly closed.
"Yan Ze..."
Jiang Tingyuan reached out and touched his cheek, and was startled by the heat. The next second, he saw Song Yanze open his eyes in a daze, turned around and saw him, and was shocked.
Song Yanze stood up suddenly and looked at him with wide eyes.
"How did you get in?"
Jiang Tingyuan was busy with official business and didn't know how to talk to him at the moment, so he just lowered his head, pretended to be mute, and gestured to him.
Song Yanze stroked his forehead, nodded and said, "Men and women should not touch each other, girl, please leave quickly."
Of course Jiang Tingyuan refused. She used the free time she had finally managed to steal to move closer to him step by step. Her veil fluttered, highlighting the outline of her straight nose.
Song Yanze was dizzy from drinking and leaned against the bedpost to rub his forehead. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the girl had reached out and touched his forehead. Her fingers were not as delicate as those of other girls, but rather very rough.
And if you look closely at this girl... the lines between her eyebrows and eyes are too angular...
Song Yanze was stunned for a moment before he reacted, waved his hand away and stepped back.
"Girl, I don't need you to serve me, go back and have a rest."
Song Yanze lowered his head, and his slow brain raced. He looked up and saw that she was still there, staring at him with meaningful eyes, which seemed a little familiar, and made his heart soften.
"She" refused to leave.
Song Yanze sat beside the bed, looked at "her", and said slowly: "The girl has Hu blood, but she devoted herself to Jiangnan, and her throat is broken and she can't speak." He sighed softly.
"He is a miserable man. I think those busybodies forced you to come here. Girl, if you have any difficulties, please go sit outside the screen and have a rest."
Jiang Tingyuan looked at him with his head slightly lowered, his eyes still confused, but he deduced this truth himself.
Soft-hearted, still so soft-hearted.
If he is the real Yun Yan, who wouldn’t like such a gentleman?
Jiang Tingyuan tore off his veil, picked him up and held him horizontally. Song Yanze was drunk, half opened his eyes and looked at his face, his eyes suddenly widened.
Jiang Tingyuan hugged her and rocked her for a while, then lowered his head and smiled, and whispered, "Master? The night is too short."
Song Yanze rubbed his eyes, closed them in disbelief, and then opened them again.
"Girl...you...you..."
Jiang Tingyuan threw him into the bed. When he lowered his head, the hairpins and rings jingled, dazzling the eyes with golden light. Song Yanze reached out and patted his face, staring at him in amazement.
"Am I really drunk, or am I dreaming?"
Jiang Tingyuan lowered his head and moved close to his face, his hot breath lingering around his cheeks and neck, and Song Yanze pushed him away suddenly.
"Girl...Girl, respect yourself."
Jiang Tingyuan was now certain that he was really drunk, so he grabbed his wrist and, smiling, put it on himself.
"Girl, Master, feel me and see if I am a girl."
Song Yanze struggled frantically, pushing his hands away, but he could only watch his hands being placed on his chest. Song Yanze had a look of despair on his face, as if he had been electrocuted.
"girl!"
Jiang Tingyuan thought he was very cute like this, and smiled and asked in a low voice: "You really don't recognize me?"
While holding his hand tightly, she slowly slid it across her lower abdomen. Through the red gauze dress, something that shouldn't be there pushed against Song Yanze's hand.
The amount of information was too much, and Song Yanze leaned back and hit the bedside, closing his eyes and falling on the bed. Jiang Tingyuan panicked, loosened his hand and touched his head, and really felt a bulge.
He sighed, resignedly tucked the quilt for him, sat on the bed and looked at him, his fingers gently sliding from his forehead to his eyebrows, corners of his eyes, all the way down to the tip of his upturned nose and lips.
The next morning, Lian Xin helped Song Yanze up, and reached out to wring out a handkerchief to wipe his face. Song Yanze did not move for a long time, looking dazed.
"I seem to have had a very absurd dream..."
"What kind of absurd dream could my young master have?" Lian Xin smiled and looked at her young master in wonder.
"I can't remember clearly, I only remember a mute girl with a face like Tingyan, who asked me if he was a boy or a girl."
Lian Xin was speechless: "Sir, this is an absurd dream."
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Song Yanze suddenly opened his eyes, sat up after a while, rubbed his eyebrows, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
It happened so many years ago, why did he suddenly remember it?
Jiang Tingyuan also sat up, put his arm around his waist, leaned on his shoulder and asked him in a low voice what was wrong.
Song Yanze smiled and whispered to him about the absurd dream. After he finished speaking, he found that Jiang Tingyuan was strangely silent. He lowered his eyes and did not look at him. He coughed lightly and pulled him back to sleep.
"You think it's weird, don't you?"
Jiang Tingyuan held him, coughed softly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go to sleep first."
Song Yanze fell asleep soon, and Jiang Tingyuan couldn't sleep. He felt that he should confess, but he also felt that confessing was unnecessary and he got scolded for nothing...
As I was thinking, I started to think in a wrong way... Xiao Song has fair skin and must be very graceful when wrapped in red gauze...
The more I think about it, the more excited I get.
So the next day, Jiang Tingyuan sneaked into the bedroom carrying a cloth bag.
Song Yanze was wiping himself after taking a shower when a hazy figure appeared on the screen. Jiang Tingyuan took the dry towel from the rack and waited behind him.
Song Yanze couldn't find the towel, so he turned around and saw him standing there, and kicked him angrily. Jiang Tingyuan needed help, so he took the towel to wipe his back, and whispered something in his ear.
Song Yanze blushed, and first cursed a few words, then Jiang Tingyuan put on an earnest expression, which contained disappointment. Song Yanze's brows relaxed, lowered his voice, and his face flushed.
"Just this once."
If Jiang Tingyuan had a tail, it could be turned into a propeller.
Song Yanze was wearing a red gauze dress, her fair and delicate skin was faintly visible underneath, and her slender waist and long straight legs were wrapped in the red gauze dress.
There is no need for delicate embroidery. Just the sight of him standing sideways in the candlelight, with his black hair hanging down like a curtain, half covering his shoulders, is already the most beautiful sight on earth.
Jiang Tingyuan pounced forward suddenly, fearing that his rough fingers would damage the fabric, so he had to move the fabric upwards along his knees, with the fabric piled between his arms.
Stacked around the waist, the extreme red, white and black are the strongest stimulation.
Song Yanze was a little scared, because he looked too excited. Before he could open his mouth to speak, he let out a short cry and then collapsed in his arms. No matter how he kicked and kicked, it was useless.
The red candle swayed slightly, and the scorching heat melted and wrapped around the thick red candle.
The wick burst open, lighting up for a moment, the lampstand swayed, and the overflowing thick wax flowed down, still carrying the warmth of the candle flame.
Song Yanze had his back to him and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore because this stupid dog had just hit him on the head. He suddenly lowered his head to see the messy red gauze dress and suddenly thought of something.
Song Yanze looked gloomily at Jiang Tingyuan who was kneeling beside his legs and carefully glancing at his face. His voice was hoarse and he couldn't speak. Jiang Tingyuan helped him clean up without complaint, glancing at his face from time to time, thinking about when to ask for a reward.
The next day, Jiang Tingyuan came back from work and saw Song Yanze leaning on the couch with a red dress beside her.
Jiang Tingyuan's eyes lit up, and he saw Song Yanze raised his chin and looked at him coldly.
"Change it, Yunyan."
Jiang Tingyuan was startled, with a look of grievance and shame on his face, but the movements of changing clothes revealed a strange joy...
Song Yanze frowned and lowered his head to drink tea. When he looked up again, he saw him wearing a red gauze dress and whispered to him, "Master, do you think I am a girl?"
Song Yanze spat out a mouthful of tea, confirming that those were not dreams at all.
Jiang Tingyuan didn't feel embarrassed at all. His pair of black eyes stared at him closely. He didn't look like a servant but a wild beast waiting for an opportunity to pounce.
"Master." He grabbed his wrist and forced him to put it on his chest. "Why don't you talk?"
"Now you should let me respect myself."
Song Yanze felt like he was shooting himself in the foot and struggled to break free, but he was held tightly around his lower abdomen, allowing him to feel the curve that shouldn't be there again.
Song Yanze was not the same as before. He sneered and closed his fingers. Jiang Tingyuan's face twisted for a moment, and he put his arm around his waist, carried him in his dress, and walked towards the bed.
"Master, since you have ordered the courtesan to serve you, you must enjoy yourself. Otherwise, Yunyan will be punished."
Song Yanze wanted to punch him twice, but turned around and saw him holding his skirt with a smile on his face. His powerful hands wrapped around Song Yanze's waist and pulled him down.
"Master, why are you hiding?"
The 1.9-meter-tall burly courtesan almost frightened Mr. Song to death when she lifted her skirt.
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