On the high platform downstairs, the young brothels sent from several major brothels near Xilin Lake showed off all their special skills, singing and dancing frequently, and playing the piano and Xiao, pushing the atmosphere of Baiweilou to a climax. It was extremely lively, but Feng Jueyu
The private room where I ate with Shangguan Ruomeng seemed particularly depressing.
The meal was boring and boring. Shangguan Ruomeng didn't nag Feng Da Killer anymore. Compared with the long-winded day, Feng Jueyu was grateful to her for a time. This girl still has some vision. At least she allowed herself to eat.
Have a good meal.
However, the atmosphere in the private room made it difficult for the Master to rouse his appetite. The three of them finished their meal hastily, just like there was only one table left in a restaurant. Young Master Feng ordered a bowl of Yang Chun noodles, and another one came from the other side.
A stranger ordered a bowl of beef noodles.
Noodles, all noodles!
The food is unfamiliar...
In the evening, the two returned to Shangguan Mansion, and then Feng Jueyu discovered that Shangguan Ruomeng would prepare in advance no matter what he did. It turned out that all kinds of gifts had been prepared at home, including nearly a hundred large and small bags.
They are piled in the Yunmeng small building and can be used at any time.
Xing'er called a dozen servants outside the small building to follow her. The eldest lady led the way and started walking around the yard. The uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts from the eldest house, the uncles from the second house, and the uncles and aunts from the third house.
, aunt, aunt, aunt...etc., the two of them visited all the relatives and friends who had direct blood ties with the official family, and it took them two full hours to finish.
Most of Shangguan's relatives, Feng Jueyu, have met, but are not familiar with them. Many years ago, when they were young, Shangguan Tengfeng and Chang Yufeng often took them to visit the homes of important relatives. However, in recent years,
Such actions are much less common.
However, this time, Shangguan Ruomeng's sudden action caused a sensation in the entire Shangguan Mansion. Regarding this, no matter how stupid the people in the Shangguan Mansion were, they understood the intentions of Miss Shangguan.
Feng Jueyu understood that for the entire day, all Shangguan Ruomeng had done was to tell the entire Shangguan Mansion, including all related people in the direct lineage, that she, Shangguan Ruomeng, had decided to marry Feng Jueyu and would never change her mind for the rest of her life.
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Almost overnight, the way everyone in Shangguan Mansion looked at Feng Jueyu had undergone a fundamental and complete change.
The ones who had the biggest reaction and the most obvious changes were the relatives and children of the second and third families. In the past, no matter how cowardly and incompetent Feng Jueyu was, no matter how much he was looked down upon by others, these people would still greet each other in a seemingly incoherent manner. But when he followed
After Shangguan Ruomeng finished his journey, the eyes of those people became wary, cold, ruthless, even accusing and cursing...
The fight for power and property between wealthy families is so ruthless, and the warmth and coldness of human relationships make people feel chilled.
For a moment, Feng Jueyu couldn't laugh or cry. It was obvious that Shangguan Ruomeng's decision was the result of long-term deliberation. This matter also had the tacit approval of Mr. Shangguan, Shangguan Tengfeng and Chang Yufeng. It seemed that for this battle,
The family has been planning for a long time, but once it takes action, it will be earth-shattering.
As for himself, Young Master Feng felt that he had become the ultimate victim of the changes in Shangguan Mansion.
Everyone's everything is directed at themselves...
The good days are over...
The appearance of people is not the same as yesterday, but the sound of cicadas is like last year...
Feng Jueyu thought of this ancient poem, which means that the sound of cicadas is still there, but people and things are different from before. The artistic conception of the poem originally expressed the nostalgia for the loss of beautiful people and things, but for some reason, it was used in Shangguan Mansion overnight.
Young Master Feng felt that the change was particularly appropriate for the occasion.
Damn, what is this?
I am living a good life in Shangguan Mansion. I have money and flowers every month, plenty of food to eat, I have nothing to do but hang out, play chess, grow flowers, raise grass, and tease the maids. What a happy life.
As a result, everything changed overnight.
Really...
Where are the human faces now? The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze...
Alas! I am not living a good life...
Young Master Feng is not a submissive person, and he has never been one. If he were not at Shangguan's house, he would never let Shangguan Ruomeng have his way. However, Young Master Feng recognized it, and for no other reason, he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity.
Look at how many people are targeting you because of this grudge between wealthy families. Once you find out, uproot them.
This is an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity not to be missed.
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After a good sleep, Feng Jueyu got up on time the next morning at dawn, finished washing and went to the yard to breathe in the fresh air.
The Spring Talent Fair will be held today, and there will be a huge poetry gathering at Xilin Lake to the east of the Tiannan Imperial Capital. This poetry gathering will include swimming around the lake, viewing the scenery, looking at lanterns, appreciating the moon, playing the piano, and listening to the flute.
Many activities, including chess playing, poetry recitation, dialogue writing, calligraphy writing, painting and calligraphy, etc., will be held grandly on Xilin Lake.
To put it bluntly, this is a national gathering of literati. In an hour, everyone from all the states, counties, prefectures, and provinces of Tiannan Kingdom will be present.
Not only that, several of the more famous restaurants and brothels in Tiannan also spent a lot of money to build flower boats and put them on Xilin Lake, and held one after another lively small programs to attract literati and prostitutes to stop on the flower boats.
This has two benefits. First, it promotes the store, making it even more famous on the original basis. It can also sell drinks, which can be said to be both fame and fortune.
Second: If during the poetry meeting, any restaurant is lucky enough to invite a certain talented person, Xie Yuan, and that person will be named on the list later that day and become the top scholar in Jinke, this store will be able to inherit his beauty and go up to the top.
One floor.
The main participants of the grand event are still the talented people who took the exam. Of course, they do not exclude the high-ranking people in today's Nanguo, those who are officials in the court, and the merchants' families... In short, Danfan feels that he is different from the literati.
Everyone around me will attend, it can be said to be a super event held every three years, very lively...
Standing in the small courtyard admiring the flowers and plants, soon the figure of Xing'er's maid came out of Yunmeng small building. Feng Jueyu specially changed into a clean and tidy young master's robe for this trip to Xilin Lake, which was from his brother-in-law.
He got it. He originally thought that Shangguan Ruofan would also go, but after asking, he found out that the boy was addicted to practicing swordsmanship these days. He went to the Shangguan family's annex at the east end of the city to study alone.
He is indeed a diligent and good boy.
Feng Jueyu already looks different, so she combed her hair out specially today. She tied her head into a bun, tied it tightly with a blue strip of cloth, and tied a Hetian Nuanyu belt around her waist. She looked suave and chic.
, heading towards the station where Yushu faces the wind, I was stunned for a moment by Xing'er. I secretly praised my uncle's good looks in my heart...
However, a certain young man seemed to have an astonishing number of bad deeds, and Xing'er's thoughts flashed in her heart, and she was once again enveloped in disgust.
Walking closer, Xing'er bent and bowed: "Uncle, the lady is dressing up. The carriage has been prepared outside. I can wait outside the door."
"Oh, I got it." Feng Jueyu responded boredly. Since they won't let him wait in the courtyard, he can just go outside. What's the point?
Passing through the corridor and path in the garden, we arrived at the gate of Shangguan Mansion. A luxurious carriage was parked at the gate. A groom in the carriage was dozing off in the sun with his hood on his head. It seemed that he had gotten up too early and was returning home.
I feel that the activities of these dignitaries are just a pain to the servants. The carriage looks like it was specially crafted this morning.
Standing at the door, looking at the hustle and bustle of people rushing to the east of the city, Feng Jueyu felt a little bit like rushing to the big market.
Nothing happened, Feng Jueyu was thinking about the discovery he made when he met Xiao Yuanshan yesterday.
It's not easy to mess around in shopping malls. As the saying goes, a big tree attracts the wind.
The business of Huairen Hall has been booming in recent years, and it is inevitable that people will be jealous. We should inform the old man Shangguan Lingyun about this matter. After all, he is still very good to us.
How to notify him?
It would definitely not work if he told me directly. If he asked me where the information came from, could I tell him that I got it from a gangster? Wouldn't it be weird if he didn't kick Shangguan's family out of my house?
Besides, there is no benefit to this, right?
While Kunai was taking countermeasures, Feng Jueyu suddenly heard someone calling him: "Master Feng, Master Feng..."
Feng Jueyu looked around and saw that the third son of the Zhao family was waving to him at the corner across the street. Feng Jueyu took advantage of the groom to take a nap and walked over.
"Why are you here?" Feng Jueyu asked.
The third child of the Zhao family knew that the haunting incident that night was caused by the "Brother God" in front of him, with a deep respect on his face: "Mr. Feng, I have been entrusted by the boss to bring you a message. I was on the dock before.
Those guys are going to take action, it seems, tonight."
"Tonight? So soon?" Feng Jueyu was shocked when he heard this. He looked back and began to admire these desperadoes: "Tonight is the time when the poetry and lantern festivals are lively. They really know how to choose the time.
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Feng Jueyu thought for a moment and suddenly had an idea: "Yes, we can inform the Shangguan family of the news in the name of Jishifang. I can not only pick it cleanly, but also let Jishifang establish a good relationship with the government.
Let them owe Jishifang a favor."
Thinking of this, Feng Jueyu told Zhao Laosan: "Zhao Bing, don't wait for me here. I'll go get the paper and pen."
There was a calligraphy and painting workshop next to Zhao Laosan. After hearing this, he quickly flattered him and said, "Master Feng, I can still trouble you for such a trivial matter. Just wait a moment and I'll come back as soon as I can."
After saying that, regardless of whether Feng Jueyu agreed or not, Zhao Laosan patted his butt and entered the calligraphy and painting workshop. Before Feng Jueyu could see what was going on, the boy turned around and came back with an extra wolf hair in his hand.
, a piece of calligraphy and several sheets of fine rice paper.
Feng Jueyu raised his eyebrows, raised his thumb generously, picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.
In just a few sentences, everything that was going to happen tonight was explained clearly. Finally, Feng Jueyu took up his pen and wrote the words "Yours sincerely, Li Yide" on the signature place, folded them neatly and handed them to Zhao Bing.
"Listen, after a while, the eldest lady of the Shangguan family will come out. Just run over and hand this thing to her. Remember, don't say anything else. Then you go back and inform Mr. Li, Yuanshan and the others. Let them
If you know, just say it’s what I meant, do you understand?”
Zhao Bingduo was a smart person and immediately understood Feng Jueyu's intention and nodded: "Master, are you fine?"
Zhao Bing put the letter in his arms first, and then a book fell out...
"What is this?" Feng Jueyu Dingqing took a look. The writing was written with oil-stained twists and a few crooked small characters. It seemed that it had just been printed not long ago, and there were mimeographs and the workmanship was sloppy. It looked like it was a pirated book.
Picking up the book and looking at it carefully, Feng Jueyu was speechless.
"A Thousand Poems"
The title of this book is quite coquettish. I have heard that there are three hundred Tang poems, but I have never heard of one thousand...
"Where did you get this thing?"
A note to readers:
ps: I’ll post two chapters first, and I’ve just finished half of another chapter. I’ll post it after dinner.