The imperial capital in September is sunny, the fragrance of osmanthus is still scattered in the air, and the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums is covered.

Dong'er began to adapt to the role of the hostess. The yard was filled with potted chrysanthemums, yellow, white, and purple, looking at the spirit in clusters. Tasting tea, appreciating chrysanthemums, and leisurely life.

Jiang Anyi remembered the poem about chrysanthemums on Zhuo Wangfeng on Zechang Academy three years ago, and offended the wealthy children of the academy, and was regarded as representatives of poor children by Liu Yushan and others. Now he is a junior in the Ministry of Rites of the Capital, and his family's property is getting more and more money every day, and he has nothing to do with the poor family. I wonder what Deng Shanchang and Liu Yushan think about it at this time. However, Jiang Anyi asked himself, although his family changed, he was still the heart of a poor student.

Dong'er sat on the other side of the embroidery, and looked up from time to time happily to see Jiang Anyi. It is easy to ask for priceless treasures, but it is rare to have a lover, and can get a satisfactory home. Dong'er was satisfied and had long turned his resentment towards his parents and brother into gratitude.

"I wonder how my brother is going to be in the provincial examination this year. If he can pass the exam, he will come to Beijing next year. I want him to bring his parents to Beijing together. Jianglang, do you think it's okay?" Dong'er stopped embroidering work and looked at Jiang Anyi with big black eyes.<

"The results of the provincial examination will be sent to the Ministry of Etiquette. I greeted Chen Langzhong of the Ministry of Etiquette. He would tell me when there is any news." Jiang Anyi smiled and said, "If you want your parents, no matter whether Brother Li passed the imperial examination or not, you can ask your parents to come to the capital first. Anyway, we have enough houses and more lively people."

Yu Qingle came in from outside staggeringly and greeted from a distance: "An Yi, I have something to do with you."

Dong'er stood up, bowed a distance, turned around and entered the house. Yu Qingle was not particular, and sat down in the seat where Dong'er had just sat, saying, "An Yi, it's rare recently, why haven't you come to my house to play?"

After getting married, Jiang Anyi went to Yu's mansion less often. Yu Qingle was detained at home to study and came out less often. In short, the two had not met for half a month.

Without waiting for Jiang Anyi to explain, Yu Qingle took out a gold-burning invitation from her sleeve and said with a smile: "Good thing, Anyi, you have to thank me."

"Brother Qingle is getting married. Congratulations. I will definitely pack a big gift pack at that time." Jiang Anyi took the invitation and teased. He knew that Yu Qingle was going to get married next year. He was tightly restrained by Master Yu recently. Zhang Yuzhu is a stingy person again. This brother Qingle has not had many good days to eat, drink and have fun.<

The light green sandalwood paper smells fragrant, and the letter is written by "The new color of tender chrysanthemums, the fireworks are flourishing, and you should listen to the clear rhyme and taste the famous flowers. The Zhangtai of the capital held a flower courtesan party on the side of the Qingyan River at the 17th September on September 2018. The flowers compete for beauty and beauty to determine the name of the flower courtesan, and the true scholar of Jiang Zhuangyuan is in a romantic way. Do not violate the good times and look forward to it."<

It turned out that it was the September celebration of the name of the brothel in Beijing held in September. Jiang Anyi once wrote the song "Dielianhua" for Xiang'er in Manchunyuan. Later, Yu Qingle also wrote the song "Dielianyi" for Lian'er. Could it be that he asked me to write lyrics again? He has been criticized for being accused of being accused of being a genius, and fortunately, his reputation was insulting, so how dare he get involved again?

Seeing that Jiang Anyi was shaking his head without asking, Yu Qingle was a little stunned and said embarrassedly: "How many people in the capital can't get this invitation with lanterns. Anyi, you actually abandoned it like a worn shoe. This, this, this, this is too annoying." Looking at Yu Qingle's painful grin, he really wished he could strangle Jiang Anyi to death.

After a breath, Yu Qingle began to persuade Jiang Anyi, "Every year's courtesan meeting is a grand event in the capital. The guests included Duke of Shen, Wang Keming, the scholar of Jixian Hall, officials from various departments in the court, as well as Jiang Zuo Ci Weng Li Jinxian and other famous scholars."

"Does the scholars of Jixian Palace and court officials also attend the courtesan meeting? Are they not afraid of impeachment by the censor?" Jiang Anyi asked in surprise.

Yu Qingle glanced at Jiang Anyi with contempt and said with a smile: "Anyi was afraid of being impeached by the censor. I thought you were really a saint. This dynasty has been in peace for nearly two hundred years. Emperor Zhao and Emperor Xuan both liked music, and there were tens of thousands of prostitutes in Yongchang. Although today's son advocated frugality, the atmosphere was difficult to eliminate. The imperial courtesan will attract famous scholars from all over the world to gather in Yongchang, famous scholars and prostitutes, and talented men and beautiful women will spread good stories every year. There are countless people coming to the party like a hurry to cross the river."

Jiang Anyi glanced at Yu Qingle strangely. Yu Qingle should have invited his friends and friends to attend the meeting together. How could he think of himself?

Yu Qingle's old face turned red and told the truth. Manchunyuan is a famous brothel in the capital. Last year, Xianger won the reputation of the lotus flowers in the middle. This year, Lian'er won the new lyrics of Jiang Anyi and wanted to win the name of flowers. Yu Qingle often boasted about the same brotherhood as Jiang Anyi in Manchunyuan. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiang Anyi shone with a poem "When will the bright moon come?" Lianci Weng Li Jinxian also lamented that he should avoid his limelight. Jiang Anyi has a tendency to change from a small lyrics in Jiangnan to a big Zheng lyrics.

The brothel is inseparable from the lyrics and music, so the madam in Manchunyuan asked Yu Qingle to bring an invitation to Jiang Anyi, asking Jiang Anyi to cheer for Manchunlou, and of course Yu Qingle can enter the house with Yu Qingle. If Jiang Anyi doesn't attend the meeting, wouldn't Yu Qingle's chance be ruined?

Yu Qingle also introduced the red girl from all buildings, courtyards and halls. Whose singing and dancing is like a fairy, whose Xiaobing is like crying and complaining, and whose singing voice is around for three days. Yu Qingle talks about these things as if they are familiar with them, which makes Jiang Anyi feel itchy and immediately agrees to attend the meeting.

Yu Qingle jumped up happily and whispered: "An Yi, you must come to my house on the 16th, otherwise I will not be able to get out."

Jiang Anyi looked at him with a look of ambition, and was not funny, so he simply said, "Other than call Brother Yucheng, so Master Yu has nothing to say, and Sister Yuzhu doesn't have any more to say."

On September 16th, Huaiyuanfang became crowded, and the courtesan meeting tonight was held in the market square by Qingyan Lake in Huaiyuanfang. Fortunately, Fangding had experience and had been restricted from entering since the time of the reign. Jingzhao Prefecture sent yamen runners to help maintain order, and Jingzhao Prefecture Chief Gao Yizhi would also enjoy the people and attend the elegant meeting tonight.

Jiang Anyi and others' carriage arrived in front of the gate of the yard and refused to let them in. There were too many people coming today, and Yu Qingle even changed a few signs, so he had to come back angrily.

After mailing the car in someone's yard, Jiang Anyi, Zhang Yucheng and the Yu brothers walked into the yard. The closer they got to the square, the more noisy it felt. They were all literati shirts, and all the old and young were flower viewers. The petals were like blooming flowers, attracting bees, waves and butterflies everywhere.

Yu Qingleyou lost face and was angry because he didn't enter the carriage. He pointed to a team of seven or eight carriages and said angrily: "These damn fangding dogs look down on people. How can these carriages be put in? Hey, the second one is the fragrant carriage of Xiaoxiao girl from Dingfang Pavilion. Who did she come with?"

The moon is sixteen on the fifteenth day. Although it is not Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is still bright and as cold as water. Red lights are hanging along the lakeside, singing and laughing everywhere. The lights are reflected on the water surface, covering the brilliance of the moon. Tonight's protagonist is not Chang'e Moon Rabbit, but the delicate beauty of the human world. Yu Qing is as happy as a fish in the water, calling friends in the crowd. Seeing the brother-in-law's eyes shining, Zhang Yucheng shook his head helplessly, worried about his sister.

The stage of the performance is located in the middle of the square, and the surroundings are like petals blooming. The main venues of brothels are located around the stage. The famous scholars and distinguished guests are sitting in front of the brothels that invited them. Yu Qingle and Jiang Anyi appeared in front of the colorful shed in Manchunyuan. The madam smiled so hard that she couldn't stop and could invite this great god. The chance of Lian'er in Manchunyuan won another flower name this year is much greater. Huancai Pavilion is so cool. Isn't it just that Li Shiweng was invited to write lyrics for Duoer? We have Jiang Zhuangsheng, which is not worse than Li Shiweng.

The venue is limited, and each brothel has only more than ten tables and chairs, and 80% of them are sitting there. Jiang Anyi looked at it and didn't know him. He saw that there were more merchants in his clothes and dressing. Jiang Anyi and the other four were crowded by a table, with melon seeds, fruits and tea on the table, and they were having fun while eating and chatting.

As soon as the hour of Xu arrived, the gongs were beaten three times, and the entire square gradually became quiet, and the courtesan meeting began.

The opening is that Qiongmei, who is in Bixuanju, plays the flute. The sound of the flute is clear and resounds throughout the night sky. The moonlight in the clear autumn is dyed a bit desolate by the sound of the flute. Nearly ten thousand people are silent, and they concentrate on listening to the sound, the lingering sound is lingering, and the moonlight is long.

When Qiongmei got up, everyone woke up from her dream, and the applause was like thunder. Four maids held silver plates in their hands and stood a little in front of each beautifying shed. Yu Qingle explained on the side: "This is a lottery. If anyone thinks it is good, please give it a favor. According to the number of lottery to get it, the twelve flower names will be determined. The most common ones are naturally the flower courtesan."<

It turned out that it was not a waste of money. Jiang Anyi glared at Yu Qingle in anger, and was fooled by this kid again. The maid carried the silver plate to the coloring shed in Manchunyuan. Someone in the seat got up and voted for silver bills into the silver plate. Jiang Anyi's eyes were sharp, and the plate was full of yellow and white things, which seemed to be worth no less than five hundred taels, and the four maids were at least two thousand taels together.

Since he was here, he was not willing to stand idly by his side. Jiang Anyi took out ten taels of silver notes. Before he got up, he was snatched by Yu Qingle. He smiled and said, "An Yi, I will give you a reward." He came to the maid with the silver notes, and chatted and laughed for a while before returning to his seat.

The maid sent the silver plate to the edge of the Taiwan Strait, and there was a special person counting it. Soon, Bixuanju Qiongmei's lottery was calculated, and the silver was discounted by 3,200 taels. Jiang Anyi secretly exclaimed that he was in the sixth rank, and his annual salary was converted into more than 80 taels of silver. A brothel girl could match her forty years' salary with a song of Qingxiao, which was frustrating.

Next, the beauties from each brothel took turns to perform on stage, singing or dancing, each with their own characteristics. The more than a hundred taels of silver that Jiang Anyi brought with him unknowingly dissipated. It was Lian'er's turn in the Chunyuan. Before he went on stage, Lian'er went to the bell shed to worship in the coloring shed, and the implication was self-evident.
Chapter completed!