Entering the north gate of Pingkangfang and walking eastward is "Sanqu". Fengyang Song and Dance House's Zhongqu is located on the cross street.

Because the city was originally built with the idea of ​​establishing the capital in Chang'an, Pingkangfang is only separated from the established "Imperial City" by a crossroads, so overly high pavilions are not allowed to be built to avoid accidentally seeing someone plotting on the opposite street.

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The final decision to make Kyoto the capital was surprising, but most stores still abide by this rule by default, but Fengyang Song and Dance House is one of the few exceptions. It has a total of five floors and its architectural style is different from other stores.

A five-story building with red walls and green tiles and carved beams and painted beams. A row of red lanterns hung high under the eaves. Because it was still daytime, the lanterns were not lit. The wind from upstairs carried the almost inaudible sound of playing silk and bamboo playing, singing and laughing. The doorway

Several dignified servants welcomed the guests inside.

At this time, Erya changed into men's clothing, holding Ah Tang's arm and following Wen Yu.

"This is the Fengyang Song and Dance House? It doesn't look like a serious place." Erya looked confused, did the sir really want to take them in?

"This is it." Wen Yu confirmed.

Although this Fengyang singing and dancing company is also in Pingkangfang, he is a pure man, that is, he only sells his skills but not his body. He is famous for his elegance and talent. It is precisely because of this that many literati and poets flock to the place.

After all, this kind of place is worthy of their status as scholars, and it is better to go out than to go to some brothel.

There were more and more literati, and some nobles also liked to invite their friends here for entertainment. Rich businessmen who wanted to curry favor with them also came in, making this place the most well-informed place in Chang'an City.

Of course, except for the gossip in the market teahouse.

The common guests and servants here all had the impression that when they saw Wen Yu's three unfamiliar faces, they were directly associated with "the scapegoat to be slaughtered".

Wen Yu waved her hand and dismissed the young man who came forward. The young man who got a few coins left happily.

Although it is daytime, the Fengyang Song and Dance House, which is a Qinghuan, is already open for business. There are many people sitting in the lobby. There is a winding water table on the right side. There are already more than a dozen scholars sitting there. It seems that there are not enough people.

People, a few seats are still vacant.

The tulle is faintly lowered on the table in the middle of the lobby, and the clear and gentle sound of silk and bamboo adds an elegance to the environment.

Comparing the situation on the left and right sides, Wen Yu took Erya and Ah Tang to the curved water mat on the right.

As Shi Shi approached, a big-eared scholar who was searching for talents lit up and called Wen Yu over.

"Brother, I see that you are handsome and well-spoken. Although you are a stranger to me, you must be a person who loves poetry and prose. Are you interested in a round of drinking?"

Wen Yu, who never said a word:...

Although Wen Yu came here specifically, they still praised each other and finally agreed happily.

"Since brother invites you like this, I will be disrespectful to you."

Wen Yu sat down next to Mr. Big Er. He also wanted to drag Erya and Ah Tang to participate, but Wen Yu refused on the grounds that his younger brother came to see the world and was not familiar with the world. He was afraid of spoiling everyone's interest, so he refused.

The servant took two Wuzi and sat behind Wen Yu.

Twenty people are required to serve a table of wine. Since it is still early and many regular customers have not arrived yet, it still takes one person to complete the meal.

After waiting for a while, a scholar in green robes "fooled" the last person out of nowhere. He was a young man who looked thin and small. His facial features seemed a bit rough at first, but after a long look, he became somewhat refined.

Wen Yu looked at the last person twice with unclear meaning, scanning his Adam's apple and chest, and turned his head before the young man turned his gaze.

He is also a "young man" who disguises himself as a man. It turns out that it is still common practice in Chang'an for women to disguise themselves as men.

Jiang Zhuqing secretly looked around at the people sitting in the winding water table, but could not find the source of the prying eyes.

She found out that this was a place where scholars, scholars, officials and dignitaries in Chang'an City liked to come, so she came here early to familiarize herself with the place and make some connections for her next action.

Although she often attended various banquets and gatherings, this was the first time she came to such an occasion alone, instead of accompanying Zhuo Fang as a vassal.

Therefore, she was still a little cautious at first, and deliberately recited one or two lines of poetry she had written before. Sure enough, someone immediately came to invite her to participate in the drinking party. After a few words of conversation, she gave up her anxiety, took the initiative in the conversation, and revealed the other party's situation.

Clean and tidy.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, please let Madam Zheng come out!" A man sitting at the front who looked a little older and about three years old said to the boy next to him.

"Ms. Zheng will be here soon." The young man said with a smile, beckoning for someone to set up the wine glasses and wine.

"Some of us came together, and some of us were invited. Before Mrs. Zheng comes, why don't we exchange names. If we meet one or two close friends and write famous works, then the rest of us can also be considered honored."

The person at the head of the table spoke, and the gentlemen below smiled and introduced each other.

The first person, surnamed Pan, was elected in the 18th year of Chunhua. He failed the examination in the second year. However, the domestic situation was such that he simply did not take the exam again. He voted for Prince Ning and was assigned to be a minor official in Chang'an City.

Most of the other scholars were scholars, and some did not end up at all. The only one who became an official was Pan Juren.

It's not that others are less talented and learned than Pan Juren, but the situation has been turbulent in the past two years. The imperial examination has been suspended for three years, and there is no place to take the exam. Moreover, most of the scholars here are either rich or noble, and they also want to be in the imperial examination.

Sell ​​at the right price, see the situation, and gain the advantage of following the dragon.

Of course, these are all hidden little thoughts, and no one will say them directly.

The big-eared brother next to Wen Yu was surnamed Su. He had no fame and only had a little spare money at home. And because he loved poetry, he liked to mix it in every drinking order.

Wen Yu blurted out an identity and got through. The next person she met was Jiang Zhuqing.

"My surname is Jiang, and I am the youngest in my family, so my friends often call me Jiang Xiao. I have no reputation now, and I came to Chang'an City just to try my luck." Jiang Zhuqing said.

As for luck, everyone knows it well.

After everyone was introduced, Mrs. Zheng arrived at the scene impartially.

"Ms. Zheng, please ask us to wait."

"I'm sorry, I'm late. I'll punish myself with a drink first." Mrs. Zheng was not upset, she picked up a glass of wine and drank it all, and at the end she turned it upside down to show that not a drop was left.

This showed that Pan Juren, who said this, was a bit petty. He also noticed this, his face became darker, and he stopped talking.

Madam Zheng, however, could not make her guests angry. This was her duty, so she moved around and said, "I haven't seen Pan Juren for a few days. I heard that the strange incident in Chang'an City has been solved today. Pan Juren has made a great contribution and is expected to be promoted."

Madam Zheng said a few words of flattery, which made Pan Juren's face soften and the unhappiness in her heart disappeared.

However, she didn't have much, so she made a few warm-up jokes to liven up the atmosphere, and then started presiding over today's drinking order.

Although Mrs. Zheng's appearance can only be called delicate, her talent has made her famous in Fengyang singing and dancing and has never declined.

What the girls do is called "Xi Jiu", which is to be the referee. Most of the people who come here are scribes who believe in their talents. During the drinking process, whether they are issuing orders, reprimanding or making penalties, they must be quick, clever and clever.

He is funny, his words are elegant and well-founded, and his scenes are funny - you think Zhang Dalang's command is good, what's so good about it? Li Silang made a mistake, what's wrong with him?

If a person says something wrong, it is a trivial matter to be laughed at by scribes. Once the news spreads, not only will his own reputation plummet, but the reputation of Fengyang Song and Dance House will also be lowered.

When girls do a good job in setting the banquet, some literati will write poems: "New chapters are made skillfully, and new ones are made, and the golden lei parade helps the spirit. There is always hope for the future, but there is also the fear of returning the money and pointing the finger at the wrong person."

If you don't do well, you will be tongue-tied and in a hurry every time you come back. You may write a poem to laugh at yourself: "On my way south, I suddenly saw Li Shenzhi, dancing with his hands as if he were flying. You are both romantic and subtle, and you are not born with the same personality."

Zheng Zhidu.”

At the level of Mrs. Zheng, she can compose poems for every situation, whether she is doing a banquet or talking and joking in daily life.

"That being the case, let's begin today's drinking ceremony. Have all the scribes decided on the Ming Palace and the Gong Lushi?"
Chapter completed!