At Shenshi daypu, two maids were decorating the front hall.
"Did he really say that?"
"Well, three carts of red gauze arrived. He said that the lady must be dealt with. He also said that he had something to do tonight and would come back tomorrow night. He really thought that he was a person in Chang'an."
After hearing this, Shao'er covered her mouth and said with a smile: "It's not impossible for the fake mother to say it, but she sees that this countryman is easy to coax, so she should hang on to him for a while."
"But my wife thinks he has swallowed the right minister's phlegm, so she really doesn't want to do it."
"That's right, my wife's contacts are either high-ranking officials in scarlet robes, or talented and famous people. What can an unlearned soldier Cao Cao join the army do to her? If it doesn't work, move out the left prime minister..."
Just as he said this, there was a knock on the door.
Shao'er hurriedly went over to open the door, only to see a handsome young man standing outside the door. Although his clothes were ordinary, the look on his face and eyes was extraordinary.
She couldn't help but smile and asked: "Mang Jun is here to have a drink?"
"I would like to meet the owner of this place, is it possible?"
Shao'er chuckled and said, "You are a stranger, aren't you? If a stranger comes to the front hall to have a drink with my wife and listen to her play the piano, the price of wine is three thousand yuan; if he wants to invite my wife to sit alone and play the piano, the price is three thousand yuan."
Drinking with strangers costs 20,000 yuan, and regular customers earn 10,000 yuan.”
"Is there a drinking order?"
"If your husband has a talent for poetry and can win the favor of my wife, I might as well play a song for you alone," Shao'er encouraged.
The young man pondered for a moment, glanced at the three carts of red gauze placed in the courtyard through the courtyard door, and finally took out a piece of broken silver and handed it over.
This is actually his last bit of money.
Seeing that she only had this little money, Shao'er was a little disappointed and said with a smile, "Mr. Lang, please come this way."
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The night is getting darker.
Although there is a curfew in Chang'an, there is no inspection within three songs of Pingkangfang. The lights are brightly lit all night and the music and music are non-stop.
When the first set of candles in Xixiang Xiaozhu is burned out, the price of the drink will be doubled for every subsequent drink.
If you want to stay overnight, you will have to drink three rounds of wine at least, and you will have to pay an additional donation. The amount of the donation depends entirely on Wang Lianlian's wishes. Therefore, coming here often costs tens of thousands of dollars a night, but it is not a pleasant experience.
Several of the drinkers who were listening to the piano got up and left, going to stay elsewhere in Sanqu. After all, it was always the same to watch prostitutes under the lamp.
In the future, when I mention Pingkangfang to others, I can also comment a few words, letting people know that I have also heard famous prostitutes play the piano, and that I have the same taste as the red robe in the court.
Three thousand dollars has improved my artistic conception and is worth it.
But there was a man riding a horse in the night, it was Yang Zhao.
His face was not very good, and he had no intention of teasing his fake mother. He said in a tired tone: "A case has been solved, so I haven't even slept until now. Bring me some wine and let Wang Lianlian drink with me. Tonight I
So I rested in this courtyard."
The fake mother waved her handkerchief and said with a smile: "Lang Jun has worked so hard. With a hero like Lang Jun in Chang'an City, the people like us can feel at ease."
Yang Zhao burst out laughing, then cursed: "Don't fart with your grandpa!"
The fake mother was not upset and arranged for two maids to take Yang Zhao to burn his feet to relieve his fatigue, and then went to prepare a banquet.
Incense was again lit in the hall, wine was placed on the small stove to warm, candlesticks were lit one by one, and sarongs were covered with them.
Yang Zhao first heated his feet in the front yard, then sat down in the middle hall, feeling very refreshed.
Suddenly he heard a pipa playing behind the curtain. He smiled and said, "I don't understand these squeaking sounds. Come, drink and talk with me."
Wang Lianlian then walked out slowly, knelt down and sat opposite Yang Zhao, and said with a smile: "I will pour wine for Mr. Lang."
"I've always wanted to ask, what kind of incense do you use that smells so good?" Yang Zhao drank a glass of wine and said, "My mother-in-law also smokes incense, and the smell is more vulgar than yours. There are too many vulgarities."
"The spices prepared by the slaves themselves, sweet-scented osmanthus and a little bit of borneol." Wang Lianlian poured the wine and responded softly: "The Prime Minister Zuo also likes the spices prepared by the slaves. He even sent someone here to get some the day before yesterday."
Yang Zhao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile, and said happily: "It seems that Mr. Chen and I have similar tastes, but why did I smell the fragrance just outside the door?"
"This house in my house is made of agarwood, so it has a certain fragrance. My husband is becoming more and more sensitive now."
"Chang'an is Chang'an!" Yang Zhao drank another drink and clucked his lips in admiration. Then he looked at Pan Zixiong and said, "I have been in Chang'an for a long time, and I feel a lot more noble. What do you think?"
"Mr. Lang is the uncle of the country, and he is a born nobleman." Wang Lianlian was too lazy to teach him those luxurious things today, so he said something casually, but asked: "Mr. Guan, I think you are a little unhappy tonight, but what happened?
?”
Yang Zhao cursed again and again and said: "I was fooled by a fool and made me wait in Qingmen Restaurant for a long time."
After hearing this, Wang Lianlian put a faint smile on his face and said, "How about the slave family introduces a person to your husband? This person has extraordinary conversation and will be of great use to your husband."
Yang Zhao became interested and asked: "Who is he?"
Wang Lianlian raised her slender hand lightly, and Shao'er, who was serving the wine at the side, stood up and rolled up the curtain in the hall.
Only then did Yang Zhao realize that there was a person sitting behind the curtain, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed. After a while, he thought that the person who could attract Wang Lianlian's attention must have an extraordinary status, so he looked forward to it and tidied up his appearance.
The curtains were slowly rolled up, and there were no candles lit in the back hall, so half of the face of the young man sitting there was hidden in the darkness. Only he could be seen wearing an ordinary jacket and robe, sitting still, with a calmness that ordinary people don't have.
feeling.
Yang Zhao laughed brightly, crossed his hands and saluted, and said: "Yang likes to make friends the most. I don't know your honorable name? How about you and I having a drink?"
"Xue Bai."
"Xue..."
Yang Zhao was still thinking about which room of the Xue family the other party was most likely to belong to. The smile on his face suddenly froze, and he realized that right in front of him was the arson culprit he wanted to arrest.
At this time, Wang Lianlian had already stood up, stepped aside with Shao'er, picked up the pipa and began to strum the strings.
The sound of the pipa is gentle and smooth, like the chirping of birds coming from the courtyard, trying to create a conversation atmosphere for the two people embellished with music.
Yang Zhao glanced at her, but what he thought was that he had spent tens of thousands of dollars here without even touching it. Even a fugitive could break into the house tonight.
An evil fire suddenly shot up in his heart. He stood up quickly and wanted to call someone to take down Xue Bai. But then he hesitated and shouted: "What a thief! Someone is hunting you!"
Xue Bai smiled.
Since he opened his eyes, he has seen that the Tang Dynasty was as prosperous as a pot of boiling water. It was in full swing. Everyone was obsessed with chasing fame and fortune. Everyone wanted to climb up, want fame, fortune, wealth, and power, and they wanted Hu Ji to suppress it.
Wine, and ask a Silla maid to warm the bed.
The whole world is extravagant and the whole world is crazy.
As a result, everyone in the officialdom favored the superior and suppressed the inferior, and Yang Zhao was a typical example. In his heart, a courtesan with a wide network of friends was far higher than a fair status in the world.
Without Wang Lianlian's introduction, I'm afraid that when Yang Zhao saw him, he would be like a dog seeing bones. But with Wang Lianlian's introduction, the dog would look up and hesitate whether it was a bone or a human being.
Three thousand dollars is worth it for Yang Zhaogao to take a look.
"I guess your uncle has read your letter?"
"ha."
When Yang Zhao received this title, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and shouted: "You teased me and made me wait in Qingmen for a long time!"
"It is precisely because my uncle did not lead his troops to Qingmen to fetch me that I came here specially to meet him."
"You tricked me once and you still want me to believe you? I might as well take advantage of you and make a meritorious deed!"
"Du Wulang is still hiding. If I can't go back, he will have no choice but to flee to the end of the world." Xue Bai said: "The important thing is that if the uncle cannot get him, he will still be killed in front of the right prime minister."
"Then you really think about me?"
"The prince did not order me to burn down Liu Ji's study, it was just that I acted according to the circumstances."
Xue Bai has repeatedly thought through the ins and outs of this power struggle in the past two days, and his tone became more determined, and he said: "Even if you get me, it won't be the key evidence to depose the prince."
Yang Zhao was surprised by the words "act according to the situation", but Xue Bai could even guess the intention of the prime minister's office. Yang Zhao couldn't cope even more, but said: "I don't care about this."
"The right prime minister wants to depose the prince. I can do it. My uncle should send me to see him and make a great contribution."
"
"Oh?" Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked curiously: "As you said, you could have gone directly to the Prime Minister's Mansion to ask for an audience, so why did you give me this credit instead?"
"If we want to save our lives, there are many people in Chang'an who can protect me and the Du family, such as Concubine Yang, General Gao, and the three ladies." Xue Bai said: "But the only person who can share wealth and honor is my uncle."
Yang Zhao was surprised and confused, then laughed to cover up his gaffe and said: "Haha, what virtue and ability can I have to make you look up to me?"
Xue Bai sighed slightly and said: "I have the ambition to rise to the top, and I once bet my treasure on Donggong. Unfortunately, he didn't know what to do and ordered me to be buried alive. Looking at the world, only my uncle can give me another place to display my ambition."
Opportunity."
"Buried alive? But you're still alive?"
"I crawled out naturally."
"real?"
Xue Bai smiled slightly.
Yang Zhao had always been arrogant and flattering, but when he saw that he was always calm and composed, he couldn't help but feel a little convinced and asked: "How can we share wealth and honor?"
After meeting him, his expression had changed several times, and now his eyes looked expectant again.
Xue Bai took the wine glass, but refused to drink it, and said slowly: "There is no queen in the dynasty, and the person with the highest rank in the harem is the imperial concubine. If you depose the prince and only wait for the imperial concubine to give birth to a prince, isn't it the great wealth of the uncle of the country?"
Yang Zhao's eyes sparkled.
Xue Bai's words were something he had not dared to think about since he entered Chang'an, and it made people's minds go crazy.
"good!"
He couldn't help but say hello, raised his glass and said with a smile: "You and I feel like old friends when we see you!"
Xue Bai clinked a glass with him, took a sip, and his eyes became calmer.
After hearing about Wei Jian's case, he had a premonition that the prince might not be reliable, so he asked Du Jin about Yang Guozhong to see if he could use his power. However, he was new to the country and didn't understand the situation, so he decided to trust her as a person close to the prince. Of course, he himself
I haven't adapted to the rules of the Tang Dynasty's power field yet.
Next, he acted according to his own judgment, which turned out to be very simple.
Since Prince Li Heng wanted to bury him alive, he stepped on Li Heng and crawled out of the pit.
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The sound of the pipa is like the gurgling water.
It wasn't until the two men who were chatting happily in the seat stood up to leave that Wang Lianlian stopped twirling his fingers together, looked at the moonlight outside the window and sighed softly.
She sat alone for a while, and the fake mother came over and asked dissatisfiedly: "Why do you want to help that young man?"
"He gave me a poem, and I introduced him to someone, and it was just a matter of a little effort."
"But the poem is not easy to be sung, so what's the use?" The fake mother shook her head and said in disgust: "You are clueless, and I don't know who cut it from a long poem."
Wang Lianlian was silent for a long time, then sighed to himself: "But it's written into my heart."
"Eh? Have you told too many lies and really thought you were the daughter of the Wang family in Taiyuan? Without thinking about the practical things, you started talking about your heart and lungs. Let me tell you, it is better to save more money as soon as possible."
"Don't you make less money?" Wang Lianlian smiled proudly, pointed to the three empty carts originally carrying property in the yard, and chanted: "The young people in Wuling are fighting over their heads, and there are countless red tapestry songs.
.The silver grate on the diamond head shattered into pieces, and the blood-colored skirt was stained by wine."
When it came to money, the fake mother turned from anger to joy, clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Come to think of it, Yang Shenjun brought the red silk, and I really only heard you play one song? I have to go and order some more."
Shao'er packed up her things and came out. She saw the fake mother twisting her fat waist and turning around the corridor. She said with a smile: "Madam, I got a red gauze tonight, a good poem, and a spit pot. Are you so happy?"
"What's so happy about? I've aged another day."
Wang Lianlian shook his head mockingly and continued to recite poems.
"This year brings laughter to the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze pass easily. My brother left to join the army and my aunt died, and the evening passes and the morning comes."
"Huh?"
Shao'er was surprised and asked: "Why are there the last four sentences? Shao'er thought there were only the first four sentences."
"I asked him to continue reading." Wang Lianlian whispered: "This poem pities me. The world praises me and belittles me, but it pities me."
"Then, is Xue Xiaolangzi a great talent or a great liar?"
"Whether he's a genius or a liar, he can stir up troubles with those big shots, so he's definitely not an ordinary person. If he doesn't die this time, he will definitely accomplish great things... If he doesn't die this time, I just want to listen to his whole poem."
Wang Lianlian once said that he should no longer pay attention to these mundane things, lower his head, and play the pipa strings by himself.
On a snowy night, in the quiet courtyard, the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard again.
There are three or two sounds when the string is plucked by the rotating shaft, and there is emotion before the tune is formed.
The geisha sitting alone played this song for herself. She opened and closed her lips slightly. It was silent at first, and then gradually the song began to appear. Unfortunately, there were only fragments.
"This year's laughter will bring back the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily..."