PDLP Chapter 226 Consort Fucha
Chapter 226 Consort Fucha
The courtesans walked to the center of the main hall and stood gracefully.
A group of women, each with their own unique characteristics, standing together is a feast for the eyes.
The steward of the Southern Mansion looked at Fu Yurao, waiting for her instructions.
Fu Yurao nodded slightly, indicating to them that they could begin their performance.
At Fu Yurao's signal, the courtesans began to tune their instruments.
For a moment, the sound of the pipa was as clear and melodious as pearls falling onto a jade plate.
The guzheng's sound is as melodious and graceful as flowing water in the mountains, while the flute's sound is as clear and lingering as a nightingale singing in a valley.
Several musical instruments intertwined and cooperated to create a beautiful and melodious piece of music.
Fu Yurao sat quietly in the chair, her eyes slightly closed and her head slightly lowered.
They seemed completely immersed in the beautiful music.
When the music ended, Fu Yurao opened her eyes, smiled slightly, and said:
"Your skills are indeed excellent; I am very satisfied."
The courtesans' faces lit up with joy upon hearing this.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with joy.
The steward of the Southern Mansion smiled slightly, bowed slightly to Fu Yurao, and said:
"You flatter me, Your Highness. These courtesans practice diligently every day."
"Today, having gained your favor, they will surely work even harder."
Fu Yurao waved her hand slightly, indicating to the steward that there was no need for such formalities.
Then he asked, "Is there anyone with exceptional dancing skills who would like to perform another dance for this young mistress?"
The steward of the Southern Prefecture quickly replied:
“My lady, there are indeed a few skilled dancers among these courtesans. I will summon them out now.”
After saying this, the manager turned and gave a few instructions to the courtesans.
Four graceful women then stepped forward and bowed to Fu Yurao.
Fu Yurao nodded slightly, signaling them to begin.
The melodious music started again, and four women danced gracefully, their long sleeves fluttering, like fairies descending to earth.
Fu Yurao nodded.
“That’s right, I would like to have these girls perform in my palace.”
Upon hearing this, the steward of the Southern Mansion immediately replied, "If Your Highness likes it, then of course it is."
Fu Yurao: "That's excellent. Then I'll trouble you, Steward, to make the arrangements."
Before she finished speaking, Fu Yurao's personal maid understood immediately.
He quickly took out an exquisite purse from his pocket and handed it to the steward of the Southern Mansion.
Seeing this, the steward quickly reached out and took the purse; the moment he touched it,
He could clearly feel the purse becoming light, so he instinctively squeezed it.
He was secretly delighted, and his smile grew even brighter.
He quickly bowed and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will make the arrangements immediately."
"I will ensure these courtesans perform in their best condition at your palace, and they will absolutely not disappoint you."
Seeing that everything was arranged, Fu Yurao prepared to turn and leave.
However, just as she took her first step, she suddenly heard a line of poetry:
"We gaze at each other from across the wall and on horseback, and the moment I see you, my heart breaks."
Immediately afterwards, a nanny's scolding voice rang out:
"Qingying, I told you to practice the pipa properly, what are you chanting about again?"
"Do you still think you're some kind of young lady or princess?"
Curious, Fu Yurao couldn't help but stop and turn around to look in the direction of the sound.
In the corner, a young courtesan was looking down.
She looked as if she had done something wrong, while the old woman beside her glared at her angrily.
The ruler in his hand seemed poised to strike the little girl at any moment.
When the old woman saw Fu Yurao looking over, she quickly bowed and greeted her with a smile:
“My lord, this girl is ignorant of etiquette and has disturbed you. She deserves to die.”
Fu Yurao waved her hand, indicating that the old woman didn't need to be so polite.
Then, looking with interest at the bowed courtesan, he asked softly:
"What did you just say? Say it again."
The little girl raised her head and stared straight at Fu Yurao with her big eyes.
She said softly, "We gaze at each other from afar, from the wall and on horseback; one glance and I know my heart is broken."
Fu Yurao was somewhat disappointed after seeing the musician's face clearly.
Although this little girl is quite pretty and charming,
But in the eyes of Fu Yurao, who had seen countless beauties, she was just too ordinary.
Her appearance lacked distinctiveness and didn't possess a captivating charm.
This caused Fu Yurao's interest in the woman named Qingying to vanish instantly, like smoke.
Fu Yurao was originally prepared to turn around and leave, no longer paying attention to this ordinary and unremarkable musician.
But the line, "The fragrance lingers from afar, across the wall and on horseback; one glimpse of you, and my heart breaks," remains...
But it was like a pebble thrown into her calm lake of heart, stirring up ripples.
The poem seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing Fu Yurao to involuntarily stop in her tracks.
She examined Qingying closely again, and this time, she noticed some details she hadn't paid attention to before.
Although Qingying's appearance was ordinary, her brows revealed a stubbornness and a spirit.
However, whatever Qingying's story may be, it has nothing to do with her.
Women from the Southern Mansion already held a low status in the palace.
She took her out of the Southern Mansion.
Whatever storms Qingying might stir up in the palace in the future, it will have nothing to do with Fu Yurao.
Fu Yurao slightly raised her chin, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
He said, "Take her with you, and let her go to my palace with those courtesans."
Upon hearing this, the old woman was taken aback, clearly somewhat surprised.
But then she was overjoyed, and she hurriedly pushed and shoved Qingying, urging her on:
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and thank the young master!"
Qingying then snapped out of her daze, hurriedly kneeling and kowtowing, saying in a flustered manner:
"Thank you... thank you, Your Highness!"
Seeing this, Fu Yurao nodded, but then she didn't linger any longer.
Instead, he turned and left with everyone without looking back.
After Fu Yurao brought these Southern Palace musicians back to Yanxi Palace, she began to train them.
These musicians were actually quite outstanding in both singing and dancing.
But in Fu Yurao's eyes, this was clearly far from enough.
She wanted to make these women even more alluring, charming, and captivating, turning them into truly mesmerizing beauties.
In fact, Fu Yurao hated this; it was a memory she didn't want to recall.
But she would do anything for revenge.
Even if it means becoming the person she hates the most
Fu Yurao gritted her teeth and forced herself to bury those painful memories deep in her heart.
She knew that only by making these musicians even more outstanding could she succeed.
Only then can it be better used by her to help her achieve her goal of revenge.
She began to personally teach these musicians.
From the shift in every glance to the subtle movement of every gesture;
From the lightness of each dance step to the melodiousness of each note, Fu Yurao meticulously corrected everything.
Her eyes held both sternness and an undeniable firmness.
Although the musicians were somewhat intimidated, they could also sense Fu Yurao's sincerity.
They tried their best to do as Fu Yurao asked, hoping to please their mistress.