The jade tree stands tall, with ten thousand strands of green silk hanging down.
Who cut out the fine leaves, not knowing, the February spring wind like scissors.
On the Xianghuai River, willows hang upside down, the water reflecting green sky, travelers bustling back and forth, truly lively.
Carriages slowly stopped by a tall building, from which emerged wealthy heirs of noble lineage, some in groups, some with attendant students and guards, or some coming and going alone, all heading into the building.
The rippling water mirrored the graceful shadows of women, their hands weaving with fluttering ribbons, attracting passing visitors.
Today was the day Tianxiang Pavilion selected the Oiran, early in the morning, it was already crowded, with hardly any space to park the carriages, some even parked elsewhere.
"Oh, Brother Liang, you are here too? Come on, let's go together!"
"Haha, Brother Lin Xu, you are here? Sure, let's pick a good one later, hahaha..."
