穿过闹市<></span>骡车缓行<></span>到了一个名曰：莲湖南岸的地界<></span>下得车来<></span>自有小厮下去<></span>在湖边一处岩石小码头<></span>取了一根杆子<></span>杆子上有铁钩<></span>两个小厮将铁钩勾住一个装点得五颜六色的七宝花船到岸边<></span>船上有老奴取了踏板放置在船头<></span>顾茂昌向后退了一下<></span>让顾昭先上<></span>他还伸出手扶了一下<></span>
那老奴有些好奇<></span>因为以前<></span>第一个上船的总是这位小爷<></span>便不由得多看了顾昭两眼<></span>顾茂昌正在气头<></span>便狠狠的瞪了这老奴一眼<></span>吓得这老奴手脚都颤抖了<></span>可见这家伙平时有多张扬霸道<></span>
上得花舫<></span>顾昭举目四下打量<></span>这时候日头依旧照着<></span>那些的买卖<></span>有些蔫蔫的靠着岸<></span>并不如夜晚那般理直气壮<></span>这湖泊不大<></span>湖边皆是妓馆花楼<></span>湖内有三二十艘花舫<></span>有七宝<></span>十色样<></span>双鱼儿<></span>金雀儿的款式<></span>都是五颜六色<></span>艳丽无比的光彩<></span>不过此刻是白日<></span>太阳坦荡<></span>照的花舫的绢花颜色有些发旧<></span>也许<></span>到了夜晚<></span>华灯挑起<></span>这里灯火通明之后<></span>便会新鲜了吧<></span>
顾茂昌看顾昭看的呆滞<></span>不由得心情好了一些<></span>便在一边炫耀道：<></span>七叔<></span>咱这一艘是这湖上最大的一艘<></span>这里的妈妈与我相熟<></span>小叔叔喜欢什么调调<></span>便说来<></span>俱都全<></span>啊哈哈哈……<></span>
可怜大哥<></span>那么英明神武的一个人<></span>却养了一个二百五出来<></span>刚才还在生气<></span>转眼就春花灿烂<></span>百花齐放了<></span>
见顾茂昌平了气<></span>那夏侯昱与后柏也一起凑趣<></span>说了一些有趣的事儿<></span>从这一点看出<></span>顾茂昌平日子算是这个纨绔集团的小头目<></span>按理说他不聪明<></span>给人当肉盾的情况也许要多些<></span>
几人上船<></span>花舫内有小奴手脚伶俐的铺了席子<></span>席子四角用铜莲花压了角<></span>席子前面摆了四张矮腿小桌<></span>桌上放了吃食<></span>酒水<></span>时鲜的果子<></span>没一会<></span>在湖边那头<></span>划了小船儿运过一船样子还没张开的小女娘上船<></span>没片刻的<></span>船头那边<></span>便有琵琶妓<></span>箜篌妓<></span>笙妓在那边吹拉弹唱了起来<></span>又有雏妓舞袖徐转的摆动开来<></span>
<></span>这个时候<></span>太早了<></span>好多妓家不做生意<></span>再说<></span>娘亲不许我带小叔叔夜游……<></span>顾茂昌咬了一口果子<></span>将皮吐到水里带着一丝气闷说到：<></span>也不许我去<></span><></span>
顾昭失笑<></span>用手拍拍他的头顶：<></span>不去正好<></span>以后你长大了<></span>自然没人管你<></span><></span>
顾茂昌并不怕顾昭<></span>有些不服气的斜眼：<></span>小叔叔比我还小一岁呢<></span><></span>
顾昭只是笑<></span>他其实并不喜欢古人的生活<></span>很单调的<></span>
可古代男人最大的娱乐大多是与这些妓家分不开的<></span>这般多的小女娘最小的不过十一二岁<></span>顾昭是无论如何无法接受的<></span>就像他庄子里的乐女<></span>他可是很尊重<></span>去留随意<></span>人家那叫民间艺术家<></span>
虽心里不喜<></span>顾昭却也没带出来<></span>他总要随大溜的<></span>到是身边这位总是不发言的愚耕先生<></span>他带着一副很是享受的样子<></span>正在吃雏妓给他剥的一颗紫葡萄<></span>一边吃还一边卡油<></span>一副老咸湿鬼的样子<></span>
这就是读书人了<></span>
转眼暮□临<></span>夜色逐渐深沉<></span>上京四角<></span>风驰云动鼓锣响起<></span>外城四门缓缓关闭<></span>顿时<></span>上京进入自我封闭的状态<></span>这种感觉<></span>奇异无比<></span>就像<></span>一个人<></span>被关进私密的地方<></span>行为便会自在随意<></span>癫狂起来<></span>
湖面上的花舫<></span>慢慢排成一队<></span>绕着湖岸缓缓前行<></span>无数音乐拧在一起<></span>自铺成这莲湖特有的腔调<></span>