Soon after, servants brought in fruits, snacks and simple wine and dishes. They didn't come to eat, so the dishes were very simple.

Meng Yan poured a glass of wine for Gao Xianda and toasted him. Gao Xianda sipped it, but the ordinary white wine seemed to have been mixed with water. Gao Xianda drank good wine from the army these days and was also indifferent to this ordinary product.

Since the food and food were not easy, Gao Xianda was not interested in continuing to waste it. He said, "What's wrong with you?"

Meng Yan made a gesture, interrupted Gao Xianda's words and said, "Be careful that there are ears in the wall."

Seeing that he was mysterious, Gao Xianda had to give up.

After a while, more than a dozen girls, led by the turtle slave, walked into the house step by step, stood in a row, and saluted together, "Hello, guest!"

They are probably the top brands in this store. The clothes they wear are carefully cut, which is several grades higher than the women who stand on the street outside to attract people. Moreover, the rouge and water powder they use is much higher, with a gentle smell and a faint fragrance, and they don't want to be so choking in other places. Among these women, there are indeed a few of them who are quite pretty, and at least 7 points, and even Gao Xianda couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Although Meng Yan took the initiative to pull Gao Xianda into this fireworks venue, he seemed to have no interest in these women and did not keep his eyes on these people too much.

He just asked casually, "Who do you sing better?"

At that time, two people stepped forward and replied that they were from the serious Nanpai class and sang very authentic Jinling tunes. One of them also said that he was from Qinhuai and had been taught by a serious teacher. He was the same school as Chen Yuanyuan, who was famous all over the world.

Gao Xianda had never been to such a place, and when he heard their statements, he felt very strange. However, Meng Yan's face was plain and he just asked the two of them to sing a few words casually.

The two of them had cooperated before, and they carried things with them with them. One immediately played the piano and the other played the board, and sang a few words. Gao Xianda had never heard of the Jinling tune, but he only felt that the two of them sang together, with a gentle and melodious voice, which was quite meaningful.

Seeing that these two women were born well and sang well, Gao Xianda glanced at Meng Yan and said to himself: "It's okay if it's almost done?"

Meng Yan shook his head and said, "Although you sang well, they are not the local charm of Qinhuai. They sound a bit like the surrounding suburbs."

The face of the beating board blushed and replied, "Uncle, you are really a person who knows what you do. The little girl is actually from Dashiqiao, Zhenjiang. She has only been to Nanjing a few times, but she actually learned music in Yangzhou. However, the pianist who plays the strings in our class has really served Chen Yuanyuan."

Meng Yan smiled and said nothing.

In addition, the one who played the piano was not even a Jiangsu person, and he didn't dare to answer, so he just lowered his head and retreated.

Meng Yan threw two pieces of scattered silver to them and said, "You sang very well, take these to buy tea to moisten your throat. But I am not here to listen to the song today. Which of you has a louder voice? The bigger the better!"

Now they didn't say anything. Those who come to this fireworks place come to listen to the songs of Yingying and Yanyan. If you want to listen to the octagonal drum, the overpass is the place to go.

But Meng Yan was the old man who was willing to use money. Seeing that Meng Yan wanted to call Gui Nu to change to another group of people, the last woman with a relatively tall figure stood up and said, "If you want to go back to the uncle, I have sang bangzi with my family for two years before I came here, but I didn't learn enough, so I'm afraid that my ears would be dirty."

Meng Yan said: "Just sing!"

As she said that, the woman sang a few lines at the top of her voice, but the sound was indeed not very beautiful. Her bangzi couldn't be learned, and her voice was squeaked, and it was loud and sharp, which felt like a donkey screaming. If she continued singing in her hometown, she would probably starve to death.

Gao Xianda was quite annoyed when he heard this, but Meng Yan seemed to be very happy to hear it.

"Okay, it's decided it's you!" Meng Yan took out the silver ingot, threw it over, and said, "Don't care what you sing, it's okay to repeat it. Don't stop the song and make the scene noise!"

Seeing that the beautiful girls left the house one after another, Gao Xianda felt helpless. He felt that he was sitting in a farmhouse with a table of farm food, and a fellow villager sat opposite him, and a shouting donkey standing beside him. The whole atmosphere was destroyed.

Didn’t you agree to go to a weathered place? How did you change it to a farmhouse?

"Brother Mao seems a little uncomfortable?" Meng Yan said with a smile.

Gao Xianda doesn't agree.

Meng Yan said: "This time, I don't really want to invite Brother Mao to drink flower wine. I came here just to find a cover. The other party's ears are very smart and I have to find some noise to interfere."

Gao Xianda could have thought of this.

Meng Yan is very familiar with this kind of routine, and can also distinguish someone's origin through the song. It seems that he is a regular visitor. So he must have done it on purpose this time. If he had treated him like this, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Gao Xianda asked angrily.

"Speak softly." Meng Yan said, "No matter how loud her chuckling sounds, it can't resist your loud voice."

After saying that, Meng Yan gently pushed the window open a crack, pointed to the opposite side, and said, "Look over there."

Gao Xianda looked through the crack in the window, and opposite was Yihonglou. Like Cuiyuxuan, there were also houses facing the street.

The weather was hot and most of the windows in the rooms were open, and only one room was closed tightly.

"Is there something shameful in that room?" Gao Xianda said intimately.

At this time, Meng Yan picked up a chopstick, flew out with his hand. The street of Pitz Alley is not wide, so the absolute distance between the two rooms is not far. Meng Yan's finger strength is pretty good, and the chopstick hit the window frame opposite with a "splash".

Meng Yan quickly covered the window of his room, leaving only a crack in the door, allowing Gao Xianda to observe outside.

When he heard the sound on the window, someone opened the window and looked out. Seeing that nothing was wrong, he closed the window again.

But this glance was enough to allow Gao Xianda to sweep the things in the house.

Gao Xianda may not be familiar with the man's face, but he is very familiar with the two armors standing next to him. There are not many Western-style plate armor in Beijing.

"Could..." Gao Xianda thought to himself.

"They are all rebels." Meng Yan said, "They are here to assassinate the emperor."

When Gao Xianda heard this, he immediately put away the shock on his face and said coldly: "What does it have to do with me?"

Meng Yan said: "Is the world-famous General Manager Rui, who is promoted to the public, ignores the emperor's life or death?"

Gao Xianda was not angry, but instead smiled: "Are you not afraid of me killing someone to silence me?" u
Chapter completed!