When night fell, Yang Feng brought a group of officers to the Zuibaxian Restaurant for a banquet, but found that Wu Zhenliang had already led a group of officials and gentry to wait at the door.

In order to show his importance to Yang Feng and others, Wu Zhenliang spent a lot of money this time. He first forced Gong Daxian to vacate the barracks of the military camp for Yang Feng and a group of soldiers to settle in, and also sent people to send a large amount of food, wine and meat to work for the army.

Now he and almost all the officials in Zhenjianghu are waiting at the door in person. This attitude is equivalent to welcoming Shangguan.

Seeing this situation, Yang Feng was stunned at first, and then he understood. It seemed that Wu Zhenliang had a deep sense of crisis in his heart. He was afraid that the Japanese pirates would make a comeback and wanted to tie himself to this ship.

Gong Daxian stood behind everyone, watching everyone smiling and talking around Yang Feng, not to mention how jealous he was.

Why can these poor military households from Nanjing be so loved by everyone? You must know that he has made contributions in defending the city these days.

However, although jealousy is the case, Gong Daxian has to admit that these military households can really fight. In just less than two hours, the vicious Japanese pirates who almost defeated Zhenjiang City were wiped out by the soldiers.

Just as Gong Daxian thought quickly, everyone had already stepped into the third floor of Zuixianlou, which was also the best place to consume the most.

After a while of politeness, everyone also began to sit down. Then more than a dozen maids holding trays like butterflies, placing dishes neatly with elegant and fragrant dishes.

Wu Zhenliang raised his glass and laughed: "All gentlemen and wise men, on this beautiful scene, let's toast Yang Qianhu first. If Yang Qianhu hadn't led his troops to fight bloody battles with the bandits, I'm afraid Zhenjiang Prefecture would have fallen long ago, and we have become the ghosts under the bandits' sword. Do you think so?"

"Mr. Wu said it is reasonable."

"It should be!"

Everyone agreed and raised their glasses to Yang Feng and others.

Everyone understood how dangerous the situation today was. If Yang Feng and others had not arrived in time, they would not be able to sit here and drink happily now. So this glass was sincerely toasted. Even Gong Daxian, who had a grudge against Yang Feng, raised his glass and drank it all.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, Wu Zhenliang winked at the attendant standing behind him.

The attendant clapped his hands knowingly, and only heard a sound of light footsteps coming from the entrance of the stairs, and more than a dozen gorgeously dressed singers rushed in like butterflies.

Soon, accompanied by the melodious sound of the guqin, a graceful singing began.

"The sun is tired and comb your hair, the wind is quiet, the curtain hook, and the window is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Let me ask you how much hatred you don’t have, the river is lingering.

New Swallows' Speech in Spring and Autumn. Tears wet the silk. When will we talk about the waterside building?

I dreamed of the fragrant grass at the end of the world, and I couldn’t see the return boat.”

The gentle and graceful singing seemed to flow through everyone's hearts. Although Yang Feng's ancient Chinese writing was not very good, he still had the minimum level of identification. Listening to the gentle singing, he seemed to see a beautiful girl sitting by the window of the attic, combing his hair while missing his lover, looking at the distant riverside, looking forward to the sudden appearance of her lover in front of her.

The restaurant hall was silent, and many officials closed their eyes slightly, shook their heads and looked intoxicated on their faces. I don’t know how long it took, but when the ethereal sound slowly disappeared into the air, many people were still immersed in the wonderful musical sounds for a long time and did not reflect them.

After a long time, Lan Shanyou, the Tongzhi of Zhenjiang who was sitting next to Wu Zhenliang, patted the table with an intoxicated look on his face and said, "The last time I listened to Master Zheng's immortal sound was half a year ago. I thought it was already a fairy sound on earth, but I never thought that after listening to Master Zheng's music again half a year later, I found that Master Zheng's music art has improved again, and I have no regrets in this life!"

"Mr. Lan said very much." A 40-year-old official sitting next to Yang Feng also sighed: "On ordinary days, people often mention Master Zheng's folk art. Although Master Xiao doesn't say it, he always doesn't believe it before listening to the immortal sound with his own ears. But today he heard Master Zheng's song with his own ears and found that the ancients really did not deceive me. As the saying goes, the immortal sound is endless for three days!"

Although Wu Zhenliang didn't say anything, he looked at the smile on his face and seemed to agree with this sentence.

Geng Bingyi, Cao Yingmao and others were sitting at the other table next to him. In the past, they were just huddled in the thousands of households in Jiangdong Gate, and squeezed their poor military households to get a few more kilograms of grain and silver. Although the world-famous Qinhuai River is close, that kind of place is not something that people like them who can barely fill their stomachs can go. Now, when they hear such a moving sound, they see beautiful and charming singers passing by like butterflies, and each of them has widened their eyes. Chu Maoguang, the Chu brother, even saliva flows out.

Compared to the officials on the table who smiled or sighed, Yang Feng did not say anything. He did not deny that the song just now was indeed very beautiful, but he had passed the sound of what was constantly lingering around for three days.

At this time, the singer who was originally surrounded by the singer suddenly dispersed, and the beauty who was originally surrounded by the middle revealed her figure.

When the beauty showed her figure, bursts of amazement immediately sounded around her. Even Yang Feng, who had originally not cared about it, showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

Although the singers in the hall just now were all very beautiful, they were more than inferior to the beauty in the middle.

I saw her as she looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a white and red duck egg face, wearing a dark golden silk shirt, and a water-green brocade. The waterfall-like blue silk was combed with a concentric bun, a auspicious cloud lilac flower matte inserted in her clouds, and a red gold ring bead nine-turn exquisite bracelet on her hands, a pink and blue embroidered gold flower pattern belt tied with a waist, a purse embroidered with white crane spreading wings, and embroidered shoes embroidered with magnolia flowers on her feet, making her look elegant and flawless.

"Gudong..."

There was a sound of swallowing saliva in the hall at some point, which seemed unusually abrupt, but no one noticed this at this time, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the beauty.

I saw the woman Shi Shiran say softly to everyone: "Little woman Zheng Tuo Niang pays me my respects to you."

"Zheng Tuo Niang?" Yang Feng muttered twice, and his eyes couldn't help but stay on her for a while. After all, everyone likes beautiful women, just like many men with excessive hormones in later generations who like to squat on the street to admire the beauty.
Chapter completed!