A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 302 Drinking on the Lake
Fang Xian's heart was full of joy, and he was touched by the scene. He even became a young man of literature and art, cleared his throat, and showed his own culture to the ladies——

Outside the mountain, the building outside the Qingshan building,
When will the West Lake singing and dancing stop?
The warm wind makes tourists drunk!
"Brother Xian can sing good poems!" Ling'er applauded, and it was the best to come out to play happily.

Yu Yan hummed lightly, covered her face and said, "Uncle Xian, why didn't you say the last sentence?"

"What's the last sentence?" Fang Xian scratched his head and thought hard, as if he had made a fool of himself.

Yuyan sighed, and said softly: "The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they turn Hangzhou into Bianzhou... hey..."

Fang Xian shook his head, smiled wryly and said, "It seems that I forgot the last sentence on my own initiative, so it's not suitable for this situation."

Teacher Yu Yan started the lecture without saying a word: "The core of Lin Sheng's "Ti Lin'an Mansion" is the last sentence, which is suppressed first and then raised, and suddenly the sentence "Take Hangzhou as Bianzhou" is severely blackened. It’s the attitude of the rulers of the Southern Song Dynasty who didn’t know how to make progress and only wanted to be comfortable and happy. But after a thousand years, the last two sentences have been rarely mentioned, and more people like the first two sentences. The description of the scene of the West Lake is indeed very incisive.”

A few people were chatting, strolling along the lakeside, buying some snacks and toys, having fun.

Occasionally, when they came across a silk shop, several women immediately became restless. Even Su Mei jumped off Darba, and followed a few godmothers into the cloth shop.

Fang Xian and Daerbamumu stood at the door of the store, but decided not to follow in.

Fang Xian only felt that there was going to be a cigarette between the two men.It's a pity that this is not popular here, so Daerba can sit side by side on the stone steps in front of the cloth shop.

"Master, what are these women wearing? Why are they showing so much thigh?"

"Cheongsam, come to a place like this at night, how can you not show off your figure!" Fang Xian was clueless, and quickly filtered the targets in front of him. Although the beauties in Hangzhou are exquisite and lovely, he is really not interested. Has cultivated his god-like concentration.

"Master...why do I feel weird." Da'erba didn't dare to look at the thighs of those women any more, and lowered his head with a blushing face.

"Disciple, you don't have to do this." Fang Xian patted his beloved disciple, pointing to the thighs of all kinds around him, "I've been intoxicated with wine and meat, and the Buddha will keep it in my heart. It's enough to do good deeds, there's no need to wrong yourself."

"What Master taught is that Daerba has always been a victim of wine and meat. This is these... It's not as simple as wine and meat. Sin, sin."

"Hi." Fang Xian patted Darba again, "My dear boy, this is nothing new, it doesn't matter if you have eaten it before, master will help you find which one you like."

"Don't dare...don't dare..." Daerba closed his eyes, his 30-year-old virginity was about to explode.

"Fuck, you don't have to be so pedantic!" Fang Xian scolded with a smile, "You will understand after doing it twice, this is a hard job, I'm afraid of you!"

"What did you say?" At this moment, the voice of a woman was determined to be heard behind her.

Fang Xian swallowed his mouthful of foam, and thought to himself, now he only has sex with Linger in a legitimate way, and has premarital sex with Yuyan only once, and Yueru can see it even more. Will it make them think they can't do it?

cannot!Absolutely not!This is the fundamental majesty of a man's family and career, and he cannot be soft.

He jumped up, turned around and shouted: "Ladies, my apprentice is not young anymore, look..."

Just as he was talking, he was suddenly stunned. He never expected that he would change in a second?

The three of them each chose a good cheongsam, one bright red, one light blue, and one light green. The gowns are dotted with silver tassels, matching our appearance and figure, and they come out arm in arm, which is really eye-catching dog eyes.

"Brother Xian~Does he look good?" Ling'er turned around and stuck out her butt.

Fang Xian was stunned, suppressing the fire in his heart: "Linger, we have been together for so long, you are still so provocative!"

"Humph." Yue Ru twisted.

Fang Xian covered his nose: "Madam, we have been alone for so long, can we make it happen tonight?"

"Huh?" Yu Yan showed a smirk, and gently lifted the corner of her skirt.

"You're still black-bellied, do you want to see me make a fool of yourself!" Fang Xian cursed angrily while covering his nose.

At this moment, the sound of trickling water came from behind him.

Daerba's eyes were empty, and the blood beads in his nostrils flowed continuously, gushing out endlessly.

"Master...disciple deserves to die..."

Fang Xian said woodenly: "I don't blame you, I can't stand it after eating and seeing."

The third lady snickered, then turned around to pay the bill.

When I came out, a white-haired old man came over to talk to me.

"Masters, is this the first time you have come to West Lake?"

"Yes, sir, what's the matter?"

"Hehe." The old man laughed, "If you want to have a good time traveling, Lao Yang can show you around."

"Hmm." Fang Xian thought for a moment that he would always miss something when he wandered around like this. Since a tour guide came to the door, he might as well let him take it with him and play everything that should be played, so he threw dozens of gold coins casually, "Please Mr. Yang to lead the way."

The old man took the money, looked at it with a happy face, and asked, "You guys have gone a long way, do you want to go around in a sedan chair, or take a boat on the lake to enjoy the moon and listen to the piano?"

Fang Xian didn't care, so he asked some ladies.

In the end, everyone unanimously chose to take a boat. When you arrive at the West Lake, taking a boat tour is a must.

Fang Xian knew that boats were also divided into specifications, so he asked the old man to find a bigger boat, with singers and small wines.

The old man agreed, and took everyone to the small pier, where several exquisite boats were waiting for passengers. Fang Xian chose the largest one, and helped the ladies aboard.

There was a boatman and a maid on the boat, and the old man called a singer, and the boat started.

Not long after, the boat reached the surface of the lake, and several girls leaned against the side of the boat, pointing and chattering, but they were quite happy.

Fang Xian and Da'erba sat at the small table, sandwiching vinegar fish and drinking a little wine, very happy too.

He vaguely felt that this was the life he wanted, neither embarrassing nor domineering. Being together as a family was better than anything else.

A little drunkenness came over him, and Fang Xian started talking about his disciple again: "Dalba, how old are you this year?"

"35."

"Fuck, ten years older than me..." Fang Xian said with a smile, "After I go back, I'll introduce some girls to you. By the way, Fang is still busy. It's almost time for you to start a family."

"I just want to live with my master and my wife, and I don't need to start a family! Besides, there is Buddha..."

"You have broken all the precepts that should be broken. The Buddha has long since abandoned you. Besides, if you become a family, you will not be able to accompany the master? Can you bring your mother and young Daerba to honor my old man!"

"So..." Daerba waved his finger, "If I get married, it will be a family of Daerbas. If so many people honor Master, Master will be happier!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"What a fool!"

"..."

The two chatted happily, and soon the wine in the jug ran out. The maid came over to replace it with a new one, and asked by the way:

"Master, shall we listen to the music?"

"Oh, by the way, there is still a performance." Fang Xian smiled and said, "This must be there. Do you need me to invite the lady?"

Fang Xian probably knew the rules, some powerful divas were particular about their looks, they couldn't be hired with money, they had to visit the thatched cottage or something.

"Haha... that was how long ago." The maid covered her face and said with a smile, "It is rare for you to have inherited some of the demeanor of a scholar from the past."

"Haha." Fang Xian also laughed, he thought too much, "Then please go and ask the young lady to come out and sing a song, I'll be all ears."

"Yes, here we go."

Not long after, the maid led the half-veiled woman to walk gently.

Fang Xian couldn't see Diva's face clearly, only felt that she was extremely thin and had a slightly sad demeanor.

"Uncle Yang." Fang Xian was slightly dissatisfied, and shouted.

The old man was chatting with the boatman at the bow of the boat, when he saw the boss calling, he hurried into the cabin: "Master, what are your orders?"

Fang Xian looked at the singer, finally shook his head, and let Uncle Yang go down again.

He wanted to complain about Uncle Yang, but he ordered to find a more cheerful singer, but why did he appear slightly sad, which is not appropriate.

"Mister, do you want me to go?" A whisper came, the singer's voice was very soft, and it seemed to be mixed with some incomprehensible emotions.

Fang Xian smiled dumbly: "Sorry, I don't blame Miss for this."

The singer did it slowly, and sat in front of Fang Xian: "Sir, do you want to listen to all bright songs?"

"It's okay, Miss, you can do whatever you want, I don't know the rhythm."

"Sir, do you want to listen to the pipa, the zither, or the flute?"

"Blowing..." Fang Xianleng choked back the words, and several ladies had gathered around to listen to the music, so he couldn't help but say some strange jargon.

"It's up to you, miss," he said.

"Yeah." The singer thought for a while, and still called the maid to bring the kite.

After fiddling with the strings, she asked: "Since you don't understand, I will ask you some simple questions. If you can recognize this song, I will take off your veil; Pour a cup for the gentleman; if the gentleman can hear the parts of the song that I have modified myself, the little girl will listen to the instructions of the gentleman tonight."

"!!!!!!" Fang Xian's face was twisted into a ball.

Is this girl stupid, didn't she see that she brought a bunch of ladies out to play!Such words!Such words...

Is it right to talk about this in private?
Unexpectedly, the wives were not angry at all when they heard the words, but Yu Yan was full of fighting spirit, and took a sip from Fang Xian's wine glass: "Girl, please sing, if I can tell the difference in the song, the girl may listen to my orders? "

"Yes."

"Okay, girl, please sing."

Fang Xian swallowed and spit again, is this black-bellied Yan thinking of some kind of evil idea...

Everyone held their breath and fell silent for an instant.

The singer stroked the strings. After pondering for a long time, she finally touched the first string.

The initial rhythm of the music is extremely soothing, and only a few simple tones at the beginning will lead people into a quiet and beautiful realm.

Yu Yan quietly walked up to Fang Xian and whispered: "It's "The Moon is High", also known as "The Song of Colorful Feather Clothes". It is a work by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, and the dance of Yang Guifei was later adapted into a poem by Bai Juyi."

"...Yuyan, don't talk, I'm listening to music!" Fang Xian complained, he didn't understand and didn't want to understand, purely cultivated the grass, "Yuyan, you are so annoying."

"...I won't help you take off her clothes!"

"Yuyan, good girl! Keep talking!"

(End of this chapter)