The storyteller took a sip of herbal tea, raised his eyebrows, and patted his feet: "That Mr. Cheng was originally a romantic man, a frequent visitor to Zhangtai Road, and a celebrity in Wanxiang Garden. He was born with a good appearance, but also a good literary talent. Who would have thought that on that Mid-Autumn Festival night, only one person in the crowd would take a look like this? , The little girl of the Xu family came out of the world and was like a reviled immortal. One was the son of a noble family in Wuyi Lane, and the other was a delicate and exquisite person who had not left the court. Yue Lao secretly held a red thread on his little finger, and they fell in love at first sight and fell in love again..."
The son of the Cheng family married the daughter of the Xu family, and the drama of the talented man and the beautiful lady was sung all over Songling City. The girls wore lotus buds and white bone hairpins, and even the young master waved a gold-painted landscape fan to imitate other people's style.
The small window beside the Goulan Courtyard was slightly open, the fragrant sleeves were fluttering, a soft handkerchief fell on the hair of the scholar selling paintings downstairs, and the flower girl looked affectionate in the small window; lanterns flowed in the water, a young master from a certain family on the south bank called out the girl's name, and a group of half-grown girls on the north bank pushed and pushed towards the Zhu Yan Bridge.
Since ancient times, there have been talented people and beautiful people. A weak scholar can always be matched with a charming white fox, and even the top prize winner has to meet a brothel singer. Storybooks written in the streets and alleys, storytelling in wine shops and teahouses, the little beauty Ping Ping on the stage with her watery sleeves half-bent...
The little flower demon who couldn't see where he was deeply in love lost his life because of his stupidity.
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