With a "ding bell", the platform gradually lit up, and a lone boat slowly approached on the faint blue flowing water. On the boat sat a woman in white, thinly applying pink and pink, except for the peonies embroidered with silver silk on the white clothes. No other accessories. The long hair simply pulls up a fallen horse bun, inserts a white jade peony flower hairpin, and hangs a string of fine white crystal tassels. As the ship moved, the tassels rippled across the temples, like ripples. A bright moon slowly rose from behind her, casting bright and clear light, and the beauties on the boat looked like the silver illusion of moonlight. Every move, every move, every smile, made all beings intoxicated.

She gently flicked the precious red sandalwood pipa in her hand, and there was the sound of merging beads with jade. The shaft plucks the strings, lowers the eyebrows, and gently twiddles and picks. The big string is noisy, the small string is cut, the noisy cut is misplaced, and the big and small beads fall on the jade plate.

When I listened carefully, I only felt that such an accomplished Pipa had only been heard at Qingliuzi when I was young. Back then, as a guest of his father, Qing Liuzi almost taught me a skill coefficient in order to perceive the grace of encounter, only the pipa. I remember clearly, when I touched his pipa, he said: "'The string is clear and jabbing, but the light on the back is the moonlight. Lai is not worried, otherwise I will fight for the sound of the string.' The lady is doomed to life. Wealth, the pipa is so grievous, it's better not to learn."

Thinking of the past, I couldn't help but think of the song "Floating Water and Floating Lanterns". It was a song I became acquainted with him. It has been a long time since I played it. Feeling a little sad, forcing myself not to think about it and concentrate on the Peony on the stand.

The gaze of the white-clothed woman kept falling in the right pavilion, with a smile at the corners of her lips, looking as elegant as a white peony after rain, without touching the slightest human fireworks.

In terms of its beauty, peony is beautiful, but it is not so beautiful, and even worse than some concubines in the palace. The beauties in the palace are like concubines, beautiful atmosphere, beautiful dazzling. Like a concubine, beautiful gentle, beautiful dignified. There is also the concubine Ruoyi, beautiful and elegant, beautiful and gentle. The beauty of peony lies in the beauty of her spirit, the beauty in her cleanness that is free from silt and not stained, and the beauty is in her talented and dynamic temperament. And between the gestures, there are thousands of styles of fireworks women, which have a unique charm.

At the end of the song, Peony stood up, and a faint smile appeared on her frost-like face, suddenly like the clear water that broke the ice in March, and it was like a spring breeze. She gave a light salute, the curtain was lowered, and there was a sound of tuts around her. There were surprises and regrets. The most important thing was the clamor of those family princes who were still not satisfied, clamoring for Peony to play another song.

The old bustard walked out and apologized to everyone: "You know, my dear girl always plays only one song. If you want to listen to it early next time. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! There are other girls waiting. Song and dance, Tao Fan will also come out to sing a song for everyone, keeping everyone satisfied." Although she apologized, she couldn't hide her pride.

Everyone looked disappointed. They yelled a few words but no one made trouble. It was true that Peony had always wanted to come. Soon there were other women performing on stage, and everyone cheered.

I watched for a while, Xiao Xizi came back and told Xiuhe that he had arranged to meet with Xiuhe. As I was about to leave, I saw the girls on the stage all withdrew, and the old bustard came out with a spring breeze.

"Everyone," she smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, with a greedy color in her eyes, "Peony sees so many people come to join us today, as a thank you, I would like to offer another song."

Before she finished her words, there was a boiling sound from below. I looked back and saw all the young men in Jinyi showing excitement and fascination.

"Quiet, quiet!" The old bustard shouted several times on the stage before quieting down.

"Mother Liu, what on earth do you want? Hurry up and let Peony come out!" shouted a young man in scarlet clothes, his meticulous but puffy face was full of traces of indulgence.

"Cough, cough." The old bustard still smiled: "Master Xu, don't worry, Peony will come out by himself, but there are two conditions." She specifically sold it.

The people underneath became more excited, talking and shouting.

"Whoever has more money, Peony will play the designated tune. Of course, if the money is not enough but talented, you can also make a lyrics. If you get into Peony's eyes, she will play it out." The old bustard smiled. Said: "Peony rarely sings. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, everyone, let's get started!"

In a word, the bottom is like pouring water into a hot oil pan. The gentlemen who had been gentle before stood up, clamoring and waving the silver bills in their hands, and the sound of screaming prices came and went. Listening to the rising numbers, the old bustard smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Finally, when the price shouted 800 taels of silver, the whole court gradually calmed down. I glanced at the bidder quietly, and saw a slight nervousness on his face, and then looked around slightly proudly. Someone nearby recognized him, and "tsk tsk" commented: "That's Mr. Qi, the left servant of the Hubu. He is famous for peony. As for the Hubu, naturally there is money."

At this time, I saw a clear male voice from the pavilion on the right: "One thousand taels."

Everyone looked over, helplessly the light gauze obstructed and could not see clearly, and whispered discussions buzzed.

Master Qi was taken aback for a moment, then glared bitterly, and gritted his teeth and said: "One thousand two hundred taels!"

Over there casually said: "One thousand five hundred taels!"

Master Qi said loudly: "One thousand six hundred taels!" His face flushed red.

A faint laughter came from the pavilion, full of disdain, and then he spoke again: "Two thousand taels!"

Master Qi was silent like an eggplant beaten by frost. The people below got excited, marveling at how rich and wealthy it was to listen to a song and guessing the identity of the person in the pavilion.

When I wanted to come to the old bustard, I didn’t expect that someone would pay such a high price. I was stunned there. However, he reacted for a moment, but he narrowed his smile, leaned over there, and respectfully said: "The old man thanked the guest for the peony, I don’t know you. What song do you want to listen to?"

After pondering over there for a long while, finally, the male voice like the voice of jade and stone was slightly blurred and said: "Phoenix cup." The chanting stopped and said: "Qing Ping rose in autumn last night. Infinite, Lulian leans against each other. Only by Zhu Lan , Sorrowful looking at the sunny day. Empty eyes and broken, distant mountains and green.

The colored paper is long and the brocade is thin. Whoever believes is hard to send. It's a pity that it's a good day and a place for fun. Haggard by nothing but nothing. Song Yanshu)

"Good words!" A beautiful female voice sounded, Peony had changed into a silk skirt with a dark flower, gold and silver moire pattern, and slowly hugged Pipa from behind. It can be seen that she has re-decorated, and a beautiful face is carefully painted with the most popular beautiful flower makeup, which looks like a shy peony under the spring sun. The hair was rolled back into a cloud bun, with some emerald peony flowers in it, simple yet generous.

As soon as she came out, everyone cheered and sat quietly after a while, waiting for Peony to play and sing.

I saw paper and pen on the table, and wrote down the words for Huiju to pass to the old bustard.

The old Buddhism stepped aside, and was taken aback when he got my Ci. He whispered something to Huiju, and then he took the Ci to Peony who was sitting down to test the string.

Huiju came back and said to me: "The old bust said that the son's words are good, but Peony actually came out for the son over there, I am afraid that he can't sing the son."

I didn't speak, but smiled at the peonies on the stage like a beautiful flower under the moon.