Amidst the cheers, a beautiful woman slowly walked into the hall.

She was wearing a pink double-breasted brocade dress, a white dress, and a thin smoke gauze that was almost transparent. Her black and shiny hair was combed with a fairy bun, a golden crepe flower was inserted in her clouds, and a pair of happy-patterned satin incense bags hanging around her slender waist. She wore plain white soft-soled brocade shoes, making her a beautiful woman.

A lot of swallowing sounds sounded in the hall. Yang Feng glanced at the hall and found that many people showed a beautiful expression of soul-sucking. Some of the better ones pretended to be calm on the surface, but the light passing through their eyes also exposed their inner thoughts.

Seeing these people's eyes and expressions, Yang Feng always felt a little uncomfortable for some reason. He shook his head and tried to throw this feeling out. Luo Baichi, who was beside him, had long looked at Gaotai with his eyes straight, and kept making tsk sounds in his mouth, looking very much like the salty wet guys that Yue Guang often talked about.

Seeing this, Yang Feng felt even more uncomfortable. He couldn't help but pat Luo Baichi on the shoulder: "Hey... I said what you think, you're so fascinated."

Luo Baichi said without looking back: "What do you know? This is everyone Zheng. I haven't seen her for more than half a month. Today I finally saw her fairy face, so I can't see it enough."

“I&…%￥#@”

Yang Feng shook his head helplessly. These people were probably star-chasing people in feudal society. These famous prostitutes on the Qinhuai River were like those stars in later generations, and they always attracted a large number of amazing gazes wherever they passed. However, the difference is that the status of stars in later generations is obviously much higher than that of people in this era.

At this moment, Zheng Tuoniang walked to the front desk of the hall and said a blessing to everyone, and opened her cherry lips lightly and said, "You have been waiting for a long time. Tuoniang has been feeling unwell recently and has not met you for half a month. Tuoniang apologizes deeply. Tuoniang is here to apologize to you."

After saying that, Zheng Tuo Niang was blessed to everyone again, and many people quickly returned the gifts.

"Everyone Zheng, please be polite."

"Everyone Zheng is not in good health, so we should naturally rest. As long as everyone Zheng is in good health, we will be satisfied."

"It's extreme...it's extreme...it's the body is the most important."

Listening to everyone's speech, Yang Feng covered his forehead with a little speechless. If these people were asked to change into later generations, these people would have no difference from those stupid fans in later generations. It seems that the charm of celebrities is so great no matter what era they are.

Hearing everyone's words, Zheng Tuniang smiled slightly, as if a rose suddenly bloomed, and the whole hall was brighter. She raised her hand slightly and made a gesture. A gentle flute sound rang out, and then a piano sounded. At this time, Zheng Tuniang's voice sounded.

"The green and red are sparse, and the festivals are suddenly passing by cold food. Swallows rush to the curtains, orioles look at the trees, and the east wind is weak. It is on the setting sun, and the spring sorrows are straightforward for thousands of miles. The feelings are depressed, even if you write new poems, it is difficult to send the wings of the wovens. The jade hairpin and the golden hairpin have no news. But the sky is rolled up by the earth, and the earth is filled with flowers, and it is not clear from the north and south of the Yangtze River..."

It sounded like crying and crying, or like a girl muttering to her, and even the people in the hall showed an intoxicated look. Although Yang Feng didn't understand most of the poems of this era, the quality of the music was still distinguished. Zheng Tuoni's voice was round and bright, and it had a unique magnetism. In the words of later generations, her voice was highly recognizable and easy to recognize, which made people unforgettable at first glance. In addition, the entertainment industry in this era was relatively scarce, so it was understandable that Zheng Tuoni became famous in Jiangnan in just over a year.

When the sound stopped, the whole hall was silent at first, and after a while, a loud shouting sounded.

"good……"

"My Master Zheng is indeed Master Zheng. As the saying goes, the sound of the music lingering for three days is endless. It's just like Mr. Zheng's voice." Luo Baichi, who was standing beside him, said with emotion, showing an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Is it so exaggerated?" Yang Feng was very helpless. After so many years of "magic sounds permeated" in later generations, Yang Feng's immunity has been improved many times compared to those of this era. Although Zheng Tuoni's singing is indeed very moving, it is indeed a bit difficult to make Yang Feng, who can't even understand the lyrics, show such an intoxicating expression. Therefore, Yang Feng felt a sense of being drunk and walking alone in the hall.

However, this state of feeling good about self did not last long, and Yang Feng's intention was interrupted.

"Ba...ba...ba...ba...ba...ba...b"

There were a sparse and mixed with applause, and whistles and cheers began to blow up, destroying the originally lively atmosphere in the hall.

Everyone who had been destroyed looked sideways and saw several men wearing blue outfits walking from the door. The leader was a man in his thirties with a slightly fat figure and smiling face. Behind the man was the helpless mother Liu. The man's appearance was very popular and there was nothing special about it. However, Zheng Tuo Niang, who had originally finished singing a song, had a calm expression on her face and suddenly changed her pretty face when she saw the other party, and a panic and terrified mood passed through her eyes.

The middle-aged man walked to Zheng Tuoni without anyone else and smiled and said, "My mother Zheng, you have made the villain worry a lot. My master heard that Zheng was in a state of discomfort and was resting in the boudoir, so he specially sent the villain to visit him. He never thought that Zheng was actually here to perform his skills to everyone. It seems that what Liu Mama said about Zheng is bedridden, and it is a bit untrue."

Zheng Tuoni smiled reluctantly and said, "As Mr. Liao cares, although Tuoni is not feeling well, he is really sorry to see so many people waiting for Tuoni here, so he came over to sing a song for you to repay you for your concern for Tuoni."

Butler Liao laughed: "Haha... Since everyone Zheng is fine, you should go to my master's banquet. Now my master is waiting for everyone Zheng on the pleasure boat outside."

Zheng Tuan's face turned pale. She was about to speak, but Liu's mother, who was standing beside her, quickly stepped forward and patted Butler Liao's arm and smiled: "Oh, I said Butler Liao, you have knocked him now. Our Tuan's body has not been neat yet. As soon as she came out to sing a song for everyone, she was a little uneasy. Do you think you should wait for Mother Tuan to rest for a few days before letting Mother Tuan accompany Lord Liao? How are you watching?"

"Oh, are you trying to ask my master to wait on the pleasure boat for a few days?" Butler Liao showed a disdainful look in his eyes and said slowly: "Mom Liu, I will tell you clearly today. If you know the truth, let Zheng Tuo Niang go with our master immediately. If you disagree... Haha... you know the consequences."

Although Butler Liao did not speak ill, anyone in the hall could hear the threat. This time, it was angered by the public. A voice immediately sounded, "A mere butler dared to be so arrogant and domineering. Could it be that you dare to force the robbery of the people in front of everyone? Do you believe it or not, I will wait for a letter to send you and your master to the Yingtian Mansion Prison."

As the words fell, a figure stood up from his seat.

Looking at the young man who stood up, Yang Feng, who was about to stand up, recognized him at a glance. Wasn't this young man who mocked him on the street just now? He asked Luo Baichi on the side curiously: "Oh, who is this young man? He spoke really well."

Luo Baichi's fat face showed a look of envy and disdain, "Who else can it be? This person is Jiang Zhenpeng, the son of Jiang Wen, the Minister of Rites in Nanjing. He has only achieved a reputation as a juren on his 21st year. He usually calls friends to give advice on the country all day, but in fact he has no ability."

"Oh, is that?" Yang Feng showed a playful look, "Why do I think you are a little envious of others?"

"I envy him?" Luo Baichi's voice suddenly became high, but he soon became a little discouraged. He lowered his head and said, "You are right. Who can make me have a good man? Of course I envy him, otherwise I wouldn't dare to stand up if I had ten courage."

"Shhh... Stop talking, let's see how Mr. Jiang saved Mei with a hero."

While the two of them were talking, Jiang Zhenpeng had already walked to Butler Jiang, and pointed the fan in his hand at Butler Jiang Yizheng and shouted: "If you are tactful, retreat immediately. Don't disturb everyone Zheng, otherwise I will definitely make you and your master regret it!"

"Bang!"

Before Jiang Zhenpeng finished speaking, he was slapped in the face. It was uncomfortable for others to do something. It was the Butler Liao who seemed to have a smile on his face and had a slightly fat public face.

"Rareless...bold!"

"stop!"

Several companions who were standing behind to watch the fun drank one after another. A scholar hurried forward to support Jiang Zhenpeng, who almost fell to the point of the fall, pointed at Butler Liao and shouted: "You are so brave. You dare to hurt people. Do you know that Brother Jiang is the son of the Jiang Shangshu family of the Ministry of Rites? How dare you hurt him? Just wait for the yamen runners of Yingtian Mansion to come to arrest people!"

"It's still the young master of the Shangshu family?" Butler Liao looked at Jiang Zhenpeng, who was covering his face with surprise and anger, and then said proudly: "But so what? If it were yours, it would be almost the same. Just because you, a little stinky boy, dare to steal a woman from our master, my master can question your adult for not teaching a adopted son."

Jiang Zhenpeng is not a fool. The reason he just stood up was because he thought that the other party was at best a rich merchant family butler. With his identity as a young master of the Minister of Rites, he could easily crush the other party and play a trick of heroic saving beauty. Maybe everyone in Zheng would be moved and agree to it. But now from the other party's tone, the other party was clearly not as good as he was. He gritted his teeth and said, "You... who are you?"

"Who?" Butler Liao sneered: "I'm following my master's surname, Liao. Who do you think my master is?"

"The surname is Liao... your master?" Jiang Zhenpeng said in confusion, and then his face changed, "Is your master... Liao Shangshu of the Ministry of War..."

"It's..." Butler Liao said arrogantly: "Are you still trying to force yourself now? Think about it carefully, don't cause trouble for your own son for a fair woman."

"you……"

Jiang Zhenpeng's originally handsome face became particularly ugly. Logically speaking, his position as the Minister of Rites in the court should be higher than that of Liao Yongquan. After all, China has claimed to be a country of etiquette since ancient times, so the Minister of Rites has always been the leader of the six ministries.

However, this is just a thing on the surface, and etiquette cannot be eaten as a food. The Ming Dynasty had two leadership teams, and the Nanjing team was just a backup. If you were the Minister of Rites in Beijing, it would be fine. At least the Ming Dynasty still had a tradition, that is, the cabinet masters of the cabinet must have the experience of serving as the Minister of Rites, so the Minister of Rites in Beijing had a good status, but the Minister of Rites in Nanjing could only say that, it was not comparable to the head of the real power department of the Minister of War.

Seeing Jiang Zhenpeng's slightly discolored face, Housekeeper Liao sneered: "Boy, are you still going to stop us now?"

"I……"

Jiang Zhenpeng stopped talking. Although he was arrogant, he was not stupid. He knew very well that there would never be more than one slap in Nanjing, and he would never include his own brother. If he really offended Liao Yongquan, his brother would confine him even if he didn't break his legs after he went back. He undoubtedly chose the latter between a woman and a minister of the Ministry of War.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Zhenpeng bowed to Zheng Tuoni and smiled bitterly, "Everyone Zheng, I'm really sorry, Mr. Jiang can't help you this time." After that, he turned around and walked out of the hall without hesitation.

"Hahaha..." Butler Liao smiled, and he said to Zheng Tuo Niang proudly: "Everyone Zheng, let's go with the villain now, don't let the master wait for a long time."

Zheng Tuoni's pretty face was pale at this time. Looking at the hall full of people, no one was willing to stand up for her. Even the mother Liu, who kept calling her daughter, was full of helplessness, and helplessness and despair all over her body.

"Forget it, since that's the case, there's nothing to be left in this world. Let's find an opportunity to break it after going out later." Zheng Tuo Niang, who was full of misery, also made up her mind, "It's just... it's just that if he knows that I'm gone, will he miss me?"

After making up her mind, a tall figure suddenly appeared in Zheng Tuoniang's heart. She looked down at the exquisite watch on her wrist and held it with her right hand.

Just as Zheng Tuoni was about to move her steps, a lazy voice rang in the hall.

"A mere housekeeper dares to be so arrogant and domineering. Could it be that you dare to force the robbery of the people in front of everyone? Do you believe it or not, I will break all your legs?"

As soon as the sound came out, the whole hall became quiet, and the face of Butler Liao, who was already proud, showed a dull look on his face.

"My grass...who is so awesome!"
Chapter completed!