The weather was nice, cloudless, good for bombing, no, good for going out. , Jia Cong thought.

As a traverser who has already seen through a qiē, Jia Cong's goal is the sea of stars, not a soap opera audience watching the house fight drama of Rongguo Mansion.

You must know that the eldest husband plays with power and scheming, and he is also a frank and unscrupulous conspiracy, and most of those who play conspiracy will be evaluated as lacking in virtue.

Therefore, Jia Cong happily decided to go out and see the normal social state.

However, as soon as Jia Cong went out, he was greeted by a gust of cold wind, blowing straight into his bones, blowing his face painfully, he subconsciously tightened his cloak, and felt that he was one step closer to Pooh's image.

Jia Cong misses the modern British coat, air conditioner and heater, and in addition to nostalgia, he once again confirmed that those modern little freshness who praise de-industrialization should go to the brain department.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and someone immediately shouted loudly: "Brother Cong, Brother Cong"

Jia Cong glanced up, his brows furrowed slightly, and the fat and strong big white man was carrying a white fat man with a golden glow on his horse, and a series of prompts flashed in his mind, Your relatives and friends Xue Da Fool has gone online.

Jia Cong has a very impulse to cover his eyes, Xue Pan's clothes are similar to Baoyu, they are all bright and colorful, which fully reflects the aesthetic style of the four major families, but although Baoyu's face is like a full moon, he is young, he has a strong fat powder, it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, and he is dressed brightly, and people will only mistake him for his daughter.

As for Xue Pan, with a round head, a bucket-like body, a blue face with excessive wine color, eyes that can't be opened all year round, and a few layers of brightly colored silk satin, it will only remind people of the Russian specialty matryoshka doll, or the evil god version.

When Xue Pan saw Jia Cong, he was elated, hurriedly jumped off the horse, and came over and said, "Brother Cong, I have a post to invite you to eat and drink, why don't you come?"

Jia Cong opened his mouth, can he say that he has no interest in going to listen to the song with a group of gentlemen

For a time-traveler who thinks Japanese films are too small and fresh, and turns to collecting European and American films, instead of listening to the babbling daughter's sorrow and joy, it is better to recall the album of Goddess Shu back then.

However, in front of Xue Pan, it was impossible for Jia Cong to tell him directly, so he smiled and said, "Unfortunately, that day, our master called me over. ”

The implication is obvious, Jia Cong's words are impossible not to listen, so naturally he can't go to Xue Pan's banquet again.

Xue Pan has always been a brainless person, and when he heard this, he hurriedly said: "I always have time today, I'll take you to a good place." ”

Xue Pan's so-called good place, except for the Qinglou and the gambling house, Jia Cong can't think of any other place, it can't be Jiafu's family school.

He tilted his head and asked with a smile, "Where is the good place that Brother Xue said, why didn't you invite Brother Baoyu to go with you." ”

Xue Pan hurriedly said: "I know." ”

Seeing that Jia Cong was still hesitating, he swore a gambling curse: "Don't worry, it's definitely a good place, if I coax you, Ming'er will fall into a big horse monkey." ”

Jia Cong almost laughed out loud, Xue Pan threw the ground out of the pit, and he couldn't fall into the senior brother, but he didn't need makeup to play the second senior brother.

He nodded helplessly and said, "That annoying Brother Xue is leading the way." ”

Ten miles of plum forest, thousands of fragrant snow, flocculent clouds, thin warm and slightly cold, a gust of frost wind rises, blowing down plum blossom rain, like waking up from a dream.

Jia Cong looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him and couldn't help but admire, he couldn't imagine that there was such a vast garden in the capital.

Although Jia Cong is an otaku who does not distinguish between grains and grains, in order to write farming texts, he often browses various plant pictures on Taobao.

Although I am not less blinded by the seven-colored roses that are a specialty of a certain place, I can also recognize some common plants that have not bloomed in combination with the parks around me.

With a few glances, he could identify a number of common flowers, and one could imagine how beautiful the garden would be in the middle of summer.

The incense breeze was slowly sent, and I could vaguely hear someone singing in the wind: the Palace of Eternal Life had gone down the steps, whispering and leaning on the cheeks. The two are in harmony, and they are willing to give birth to grace. Who wants to shine with the same stars that night, the lonely moon will come back on this night, and the time will change and the people will change

This is the Hall of Eternal Life, a classic repertoire of Kunqu Opera.

However, in terms of lyrics, Jia Cong prefers the Wutong rain of the four families of Yuanqu, and the drunkenness of the concubines of the Palace of Eternal Life and the Mei family is all indifferent in Jia Cong's opinion.

In fact, it is too much vernacular, which is conducive to the popularization of drama, but it is not conducive to the improvement of the style of pseudo-literary youth.

Wenqing, only those who are not popular can reflect the taste and elegance, and what the public can't understand is the classics, and the same is true for pseudo-Wenqing.

But this early morning start singing, isn't it a bit too special?

Jia Cong glanced at Xue Pan, his eyes were full of questions, but Xue Pan didn't notice it at all, he just ordered someone to come forward and knock on the door, and said to the little maid who came out to open the door: "Come back to your sister, I will only invite the son Cong to live as I first saw him." ”

Sister, Jia Cong's brows became a little tighter, could it be that this place is one of those high-end clubs recorded in the notes of ancient literati.

Jia Cong pondered for a while, it was not quite the same, according to the Banqiao Miscellaneous Records, the ancient clubhouse was also open at night, and it was the time to get up early and bathe in smoked clothes.

As for the Liyuan song and dance, it was a nightly show.

Jia Cong couldn't guess, so he had to ask Xue Pan with a smile: "Brother Xue, who is the owner of this house?"

Xue Pan smiled: "Since you came to Zheng Yuan, you still don't know who the master is."

Zheng Yuan Jia Cong thought for a while, but still shook his head, looking unfamiliar.

Xue Pan knocked on his head: "Look at me, I forgot that you are not Brother Bao, I don't know this"

As he spoke, he explained to Jia Cong: "The owner of this Zheng Garden, called Aunt Zheng, was originally a famous prostitute in Qinhuai."

It turns out that although this Aunt Zheng is a famous prostitute, she is also a drama master, she is good at both life and goodness, and she has the air of a man with eyebrows, regards gold and jade as mud and sand, light money and hospitality, and is called a chivalrous prostitute.

Later, he was valued by Prince Zhongshun, and entered Beijing to teach and study for the opera troupe of Prince Zhongshun's mansion, and no longer acted on stage.

This other industry is the Zheng Yuan that Xue Pan said.

When Jia Cong heard the origin of the owner of Zheng Yuan, he couldn't help but be stunned, Prince Zhongshun's handwriting was really extravagant.

However, thinking about the original work, Jiang Qiguan sang Xiaodan in the palace of Prince Zhongshun, and he could also buy a house and land in the suburbs of Beijing, so it can be seen that the income level of the performing arts industry has never been low.

What's more, now it is an ancient time when one country is dedicated to one family, and Prince Zhongshun is a relative of the orthodox emperor, and I don't know how many other businesses there are, and it is normal to give one away.

However, this Aunt Zheng was originally from Qin Huai, and she traveled extensively, and she was originally famous all over the world, but after winning the other business of Prince Zhongshun, her reputation became even more prominent.

I don't know how many princes and nobles are willing to hire her as a teacher in the house, and there are even frivolous prodigal children, who ask for dew marriage with a lot of money, but Aunt Zheng refuses.

On weekdays, he recites Zen behind closed doors, and only performs opera for a few palaces.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Zheng's name is even more prosperous, and she is a charming son in the world, and she is even more proud to see her.

Jia Cong concluded that this Aunt Zheng is undoubtedly a strong woman, who seized the opportunity with her skills and transferred from a little vermilion to an employee of the Prince's Mansion.

The prime minister's concierge is a seven-rank official, and the teaching and training of the opera troupe in the prince's mansion is not an official, but his social status is higher than that of the common people, not to mention the customs world.

Aunt Zheng worked hard during working hours, was recognized by the industry and the company's directors, retired early and was assigned a house, and was soon rehired and continued to shine.

Considering the environment of the ancient customs industry, Jia Cong felt that this Aunt Zheng was much smarter than those predecessors in the customs industry who were concubines from good times, after all, there was only one Mrs. Xu in Qin Huai Bayan, and she was also infamous and had no children, where could there be such a chic and comfortable Aunt Zheng.

Soon, the little girl who opened the door came out and said, "My sister invited two sons to come in for a while." ”

Entering the garden, you can see the red snow of jade plums, the jackdaws perching on the trees, the little girl with jade skin and flowers, separated by the empty pavilion, singing and dancing, and not knowing the bitterness of lovesickness. To the north of Meilin, there is a stage, plum blossoms are like snow, and more than a dozen daughters of cardamom are arranging plays.

Jia Cong was stopping to look into the distance, and suddenly saw a little girl in a blue dress and a yellow skirt, with beads hanging down her beard, coming out of the plum forest with a flower basket, stroking the branches and smiling: "This is the one who is only as I saw it for the first time, but it is actually a child." ”

The voice is like the first cry of a tender warbler, and it is like a broken jade, which is extremely crisp, and it is a natural good voice, which makes people listen to it.

This little girl is wearing a silver rat cloak, covered in ayaluo, gold and jade beads, if you don't know, you think this is a young lady.

Fortunately, Jia Cong has been traveling for a long time, and he has long been able to distinguish people's class from their hairstyles and demeanors, so at a glance, he can see that this little girl is a favored girl, but she is full of coquettishness, and she can't say that she has any kinship with Aunt Zheng.

The green silk crow, with a face like a tender flower, apricot eyes are innocent, obviously childish, but with a smile, she is coquettish and natural, and she is really a peerless beauty embryo.

The little girl smiled, Jia Cong couldn't help but think of Pu Songling's Ying Ning, thinking of the delicate and innocent laughing fox girl, it was just like this.

"If life is only as it first sees, how can ordinary people do such famous sentences. How old are you, how much experience can you have to make such a famous poem through the ages. Don't be a deceitful. ”

The little girl pinched the plum blossom branch and asked with big eyes.

Although his demeanor is innocent, his words are not very pleasant.

Jia Cong frowned slightly, wherever he went, he was questioned, this taste was really unpleasant, not to mention that he had already stated that this word was obtained in a dream, and the so-called dream income of the ancient literati was mostly a boastful humble word, but the original meaning could not be ignored because of this.

You can't let him say it directly, this is Nalan Gongzi's poem.

The little girl's chest straightened, her neck lifted, and she stomped her feet and said, "I asked you, why didn't you speak." If you weren't a deceitful and famous-stealing person, make another song, at least you can't compare"

The little girl looked at the stage, and the singing on the stage was ethereal: the cold wind swept the rain and fought the long night, and the little bit was whistled to the sycamore. Xiao Xiao was sassy, and secretly knocked out the chaos together, only to live and float. It can be a phoenix empty, a string of cigarettes, and people sit alone

The little girl paused and said, "You can't compare to the long-hated song of the Xiangshan monk, but it can't be too bad." ”

Jia Cong wanted to say, wouldn't it be too undignified for you to let me do it.

But after thinking about it, Jia Cong suddenly thought of a poem, immediately smiled, and read slowly: "Don't sing the song of hatred when you were old, there is also a galaxy in the world." In the stone trench village, there are more tears than in the palace of eternal life. ”

After reading, Jia Cong walked away.

Leaving the little girl and Xue Pan and others, standing in place, Xue Pan stomped his feet like a ghost, and called a few Cong brothers, both wanting to keep up, but reluctantly looking towards the north of Merlin, but finally he was reluctant to go out. ~ Search the basket color, you can read the full text of the following chapters