When will the singing and dancing in the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain and the West Lake stop?
The warm wind makes tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou.
On the official road, there are two horses, one black and one white; on top of the horses, there are two people, a man and a woman. They are Guo Mo and Huang Rong who came from "Peach Blossom Island".
Lu Chengfeng was really good at doing things, and had already sent people to the inn to drive Guo Mo and Huang Rong's "Song Dynasty version of the RV" back to "Guiyun Village", and also sent his two horses, a pair of black and white horses, to the inn.
"Peach Blossom Island".
Now that they had decided to head south to Dali, they didn't delay any longer. Early the next morning, they said goodbye to Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng and left "Peach Blossom Island" by boat.
When she went on a trip, Huang Rong had her own "Purple Myrtle Soft Sword" at her side, but Guo Mo was already using his bare hands.
The father-in-law felt sorry for his son-in-law, so he selected a gold-sprinkled folding fan with fine steel ribs from his private arsenal and gave it to Guo Mo.
Therefore, Guo Mo is now dressed like a literary gentleman, holding a gold paper fan, showing his indescribable literary talent.
However, Guo Mo continued to wear green clothes, and it was very rare for a scholar to wear all black.
Huang Rong was still dressed in the same outfit, dressed in white from head to toe.
As the saying goes, "A girl should be pretty and filial." Huang Rong at this moment was really pretty to the extreme.
Last time I rushed from "Guiyun Village" to "Peach Blossom Island", I was so hasty along the way that I even passed by Lin'an without ever entering.
This time, when the two of them went to Dali, they happened to be passing through Lin'an. The time was relatively loose, so they planned to visit Lin'an City, which was also the capital of the Song Dynasty.
Guo Mo wanted to see what was different in the capitals of the Kingdom of Jin that he had been to.
At the end of October, although it can't be said to be cold, it is definitely not hot either.
Today's weather is not bad, just in time for the "October Indian Summer".
The sun was always hanging in the sky. Guo Mo and Huang Rong, who set out early in the morning, finally saw the east gate of Lin'an before the sun set.
This capital city is really not big, about fourteen miles long from north to south and five miles wide from east to west.
"Extending in the north and south, shrinking in the east and west", it is shaped like a waist drum, so Lin'an is also called "Waist Drum City".
It spans Wushan Mountain in the south, Wulin Gate in the north, Qiantang River on the left and West Lake on the right. It is magnificent and magnificent.
The two of them entered Lin'an City before the city gate closed.
Lin'an uses Imperial Street as the main road. Imperial Street starts from the north gate of the palace and Ningmen and ends at Jingling Palace in the north of the city. The total length is about nine miles. There are also four north-south roads similar to Imperial Street.
There are also four east-west trunk roads, all of which are passages between the east and west city gates.
Guo Mo and the others came in through the east gate. Now that the lanterns were on, they were catching up with the night market in Lin'an.
During the Southern Song Dynasty, although they were located in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, they loved to enjoy themselves most, competing to eat, drink and have fun, and extravagance and corruption became commonplace.
Even on normal days, the shopping streets and restaurants in Lin'an City are always open until after the third watch.
"Rong'er, let's find a place to eat and stay first. If you don't feel tired, how about going to visit the night view of Lin'an?"
Huang Rong is also a lively person, so naturally she will not refuse.
The two of them were riding horses and walking slowly on the street.
Far ahead, you can see a tall archway with the words "Shou'anfang" written on it. We are almost to Tianjie?
"Brother Mo, how about we just go to this place?"
Guo Mo turned around and saw that Huang Rong was pointing at a restaurant called "Taihe House". It was a three-story building with splendid decorations, lights hanging everywhere, and a stream of people coming in and out at the door.
Guo Mo was also a little hungry. This restaurant looked pretty good, so he didn't want to look for it again.
The two dismounted, held the reins, and arrived in front of the "Taihe Building" door. They happened to be seen by the waiter who came out to see off the guests.
"Hey, you two guests are here, please come in quickly."
The waiter greeted him warmly and skillfully took the horses over one by one.
"Are you two working as a professional or staying in a hotel?" the waiter asked.
"First hit the tip, then stay one night."
Guo Mo took out a tael of silver and gave it to the guy.
"Thank you, uncle, you two regular customers upstairs——"
The waiter handed the reins in his hand to the boy who came up, and walked inside with Guo Mo and Huang Rong.
Just in time for dinner, there are so many people here that there is no space in the lobby on the first floor.
Follow the stairs to the second floor. The second floor is also full, with only two tables in the middle.
Seeing Guo Mo's dissatisfied expression, the guy also looked embarrassed.
"You two, this is the time for dinner, and most of the people who come to Taihe Building in the evening will drink, which will take a longer time. Do you think?..."
"Is there still room on the third floor?" Guo Mo asked with a frown.
"The third floor is mainly private rooms, but there are two others available. However, the cost of private rooms is quite high. You are the only two, right..."
The waiter was kind-hearted and worried about money for them.
When Guo Mo heard this, it would be nice to have a place. Is money still a problem?
"Lead the way -" The three of them came to the third floor again.
Indeed, it is much quieter on the third floor. Occasionally, a high or low sound of drinking orders can be heard from a certain box.
There are seventeen private rooms arranged in a circle on the entire floor, eight on each side, one on the side, and an aisle in the middle.
The waiter led Guo Mo and Huang Rong straight to the fourth box on the left. When he opened the curtain, he saw an Eight Immortals table, which could seat eight people.
The view from the third floor is also good. You can see all the lights from far and near, especially the one next to it, North and South Street, which looks like a flaming dragon.
"Guest, that is the famous Imperial Street, also called Tianjie, which leads directly to the palace in the north."
"This private room is usually used by dignitaries or wealthy businessmen to entertain guests. The private room fee alone costs twenty taels of silver." The waiter reminded kindly again.
"Haha, man, don't worry, I'll have to deal with you."
After saying that, Guo Mo took out a fifty-tael silver note from his arms and handed it to the clerk.
"Go and get the recipe. I'll give you this banknote first, and all the expenses will be calculated at that time."
The waiter took the banknote, looked at it, and then, like magic, pulled out a large recipe book.
"Sir, we have a variety of hot and cold dishes, as well as famous dishes from the north and south. You can order whatever you like."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Guo Mo gave the recipe to Huang Rong. He did not want to bother with it, so he should give it to a professional.
In a short time, Huang Rong ordered six dishes and ordered a small jar of "Qionghua Dew" from Guo Mo.
"Brother Mo, I asked you for a jar of Yangzhou's 'Qionghua Dew'. It is said that Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty built the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal just to see the Qionghua in Yangzhou."
Despite the large number of customers in the restaurant, the food is served very quickly.
Guo Mo was really hungry. There were no outsiders present, and there was nothing special about him. A gust of wind swept through the clouds, and the trenches were full of food.
Huang Rong was also sitting next to her eating, but she was more polite than Guo Mo. While eating, she looked at Guo Mo and said with a smile.
"Brother Mo, you'd better stop dressing up like a scholar. How can there be such a 'rude' scholar as you are when eating?"
"Haha, am I very hungry? Besides, the food here is really good."
Guo Mo's face turned red when he was called "old", and he quickly filled a glass of wine for himself, and drank "Qionghua Dew" while waiting for Huang Rong to eat.
In fact, Guo Mo doesn't like to drink wine in this era.
Despite the various nice names, mostly fruit wine, rice wine, and rice wine, Guo Mo still misses the high-quality liquor that sent him here.
The sound insulation between the various private rooms is not very good, especially with Guo Mo's martial arts skills.
His attention was no longer on the food, and the voices talking on the left and right "unconsciously" reached Guo Mo's ears.
Among them, the conversation in the private room on the left aroused Guo Mo's interest.
"Brother Zhang Nian, what do you mean by what today's historical ministers said?"
"What do you mean? Brother Liu, our Master Shi Xiang is not satisfied with the candidate for the crown prince recommended by everyone."
Guo Mo was stunned. He didn't expect to hear such secrets while having a meal.
He quickly winked at Huang Rong and picked up his ears to listen carefully.
"Hey, it's a pity that all nine of the 'Guan Li''s biological sons died in infancy. Over the years, these few were chosen from among the royal family's children to be raised in the palace, and they finally had a prince. They passed away again in August this year."
"Looking at Guan Li's body, I don't know... I have to choose another one."
"Brother Liu, do you really think that the person you chose today is not worthy of his virtue and talent?" "Brother Zhang Nian" seemed to have had two more drinks.
"Brother Zhang Nian, this little brother is stupid. I ask Brother Nian for advice." "Brother Liu" said.
Brother Zhang Nian seemed to stand up, opened the door curtain and went out to take a look, then returned to his seat and lowered his voice.
"Xiang Shi wants to choose an obedient one, do you understand?"
The two people next door stopped talking about the previous topics and started talking about some romantic affairs that men love most.
Guo Mo was worried about dirtying Huang Rong's ears. Seeing that she had almost eaten, he walked out of the room and prepared to go downstairs.
The guy happened to be waiting there.
"Have you two eaten and drank? The room has been prepared for you. Do you want to go out for a walk first, or go back to your room to rest?"
After eating a meal, Huang Rong was actually a little tired.
"Brother Mo, please go back to your room and rest. I'm a little tired after riding a horse for a day."
Guo Mo didn't care, anything was fine. Since Huang Rong was tired, the two of them went back to the room directly.
Seeing that the waiter had only booked an upper room, Guo Mo was about to argue with him when Huang Rong stopped him.
Guo Mo had no choice but to give up and asked the waiter to wash his face and send water for washing his feet to the room.
"Rong'er, let's live in the same room, right..."
Seeing that Guo Mo was still struggling with this, Huang Rong chuckled.
"Fool, we are in the Valley of the Condors, don't we all have the same room on the carriage? What's more... besides, we are all engaged."
The second half of the sentence was spoken so low that even she herself could hardly hear it.
...
That night, Guo Mo and Huang Rong stayed in the "Taihe Building".
To the northwest, five miles away from here, is the imperial palace of the Song Dynasty.
In the imperial study, the current Emperor Ningzong and Zhao Kuo of the Song Dynasty were not sleeping yet.
An old eunuch kicked everyone out, and he was the only one waiting on the side.
"You old man, why are you driving everyone out? I'm still worried that they want to learn from the master behind them?"
The old eunuch didn't dare to answer the question, "Everyone, it's not worth getting angry over this matter. After all, isn't Shi Xiang still here?"
"Shi Xiang, what kind of good guy do you think Shi Miyuan is? Ahem..."
Ning Zong coughed again, and the old eunuch hurriedly stepped forward and patted his back gently.
"Everyone, if this old slave says something against his will, you have to save your life. If you really fall, who will the country of the Song Dynasty be in our hands?"
The old eunuch actually started crying as he spoke.
"Everyone, although what the ministers said is a bit excessive, what they said is still true. After all, after all, the nine princes you personally gave birth to..."
Before the old eunuch finished speaking, he saw Ning Zong's sharp eyes piercing him. Is this still the Ning Zong who was obsessed with Taoism?
"You should also step back."
Although he was very dissatisfied, the old eunuch had been with him for more than twenty years and had been by his side since Ning Zong ascended the throne, so he spoke a little more boldly.
In the imperial study room, it was quiet, only Ning Zong was left, and there were two candles flickering on and off.
"The Great Song Dynasty, what a wonderful Great Song Dynasty! Those royal family members are eagerly waiting for me to take this breath, right?"
"Nine sons died in infancy. I would like to ask, which emperor in history can be worthy of me?"
"All nine of my biological princes died in infancy. You are so cruel!"
Two lines of clear tears flowed down Ning Zong's face.