It was not dark yet, Jiang Wei looked left and right at this mirror, and straightened his clothes, and his long-lazy hairstyle was also rarely tidied up. Ruoniang who was watching on the side couldn't help but snicker,

"Brother, you are so stinky."

Jiang Wei smiled,

"Isn't my brother handsome?"

"Brother is beautiful."

"Don't use the word beauty to describe me."

Jiang Wei changed into a clean white robe, and after he left, Xu Hui came out from behind Ruoniang.

"Cousin, did your brother tell me where to go and what to do?"

Ruoniang shook her head blankly,

"No, it's just that someone invited him to go, but look at my brother's reluctant look."

Xu Hui nodded thoughtfully, when Jiang Wei was dressing up, she listened to what the maid said, so she paid special attention.

"Did your brother say it was a man or a woman?"

Ruoniang blinked,

"No, but if my cousin cares, when my brother comes back, you can ask him personally."

Xu Hui didn't deny it, wouldn't it be three hundred taels of silver here?

"Your brother is in such poor health, and he likes to run around, so he should care about it as a cousin."

Ruoniang suddenly realized.

The Wei Wangfu is located in Yankang Fang, located in the seventh square from north to south in the west of the second street west of Zhuquemen Street, and the house of the famous painter Yan Liben is also in the west of the north gate of Tang Yankang Fang. And Jiang Wei went to the Wei Palace, passing by Yan Liben's door.

Regarding painting, Jiang Wei's father in his previous life can be said to be very obsessed with Yan Liben's paintings, and he never thought that he would see the old painter's house for the first time under such circumstances. But today is not the time to visit.

After coming to the Wei Palace, Jiang Wei got out of the carriage and handed the post to the guards at the door.

"Under Jiang Wei, I was invited by King Wei to come, this is the post."

The guard glanced at the post, and after distinguishing between the fake and the fake, he glanced at Jiang Wei's eye-catching white hair, and then said coldly.

"Please come with me."

The Wei Wangfu is very large, and the greening project is very good, even in winter, it is green along the way. Whether it is trees, grass, or stone carvings and other decorations, they are all matched with bright colors and are not lacking in monotony.

In the original words of Zhang Lao, the doctor of the Jin Kingdom in the Spring and Autumn Period, it is beautiful, beautiful!

After watching the palace maids all the way, after taking care of their eyes, they walked for almost twenty minutes, and finally came to their destination, the back garden of King Wei.

Looking at it, all the Confucian robes are some scholars in their twenties and thirties, literati and. There are only three people over the age of forty, which shows that the King of Wei still likes to deal with young people.

It's just that Jiang Wei's arrival didn't attract anyone's attention, and King Wei was also surrounded by some young people, Jiang Wei was also happy, and chose a remote corner to listen to the poems that I don't know who made them.

"Frank and open-minded, making a fuss in ordinary dreams. The spring river flows and the autumn breeze arrives, the ancient trees are often weeping vines and fog and rain, and the dust of forty fame and fame falls, and the old people return to their hometowns. Drifting thoughts in the Spring and Autumn Evening, the moon and the stars drink Jiujiang. ”

"Brother Yu's seven rhythms are crisp and bright, simple and natural, poetic and long-lasting."

"Yes, Brother Yu's poem is a good work."

"So how about we make another poem out of this bamboo?"

"Huh~ I have a ......"

Jiang Wei sat in the far corner and listened to those literati reciting poems, and he began to feel sleepy when he heard poetry without knowing anything about poetry. When the dishes are served, there is only one thing left to do, and that is to eat.

I don't know if these people are tired of reading poetry or want to be tired, so they sat down one after another. At this time, Jiang Wei saw the true face of King Wei.

The simple description is that a white and fat man with small eyes, with a big belly and a smile, looks like Maitreya Buddha, and looks quite happy.

Maybe it was because Jiang Wei's white hair was too eye-catching, and King Wei saw that white hair in the first toast.

However, King Wei would never take the initiative to speak, he was waiting, waiting for Jiang Wei to come up and toast.

However, Jiang Wei didn't understand these etiquette rules at all, he ate by himself, and thought that no one would find him, so he showed his face and left after eating, as for stammering with King Wei, forget it, without that habit, even if His Majesty Li Er was in front of him, he would not be a licking dog. Not to mention Li Tai, who is still the prince.

Soon a wave of bearded dancers with their small waists showed up, and they saw their frozen lips blue, and they walked barefoot with seductive steps, dancing exotic dances.

Jiang Wei felt cold when he looked at it, but these literati were extremely excited, like bulls in heat, bursting out with a passion called hormones.

No way, in this era, if a dancer wears so many clothes and dances, what else is there to see? That's what they see.

Then there was a delicate woman in a tulle dress, she caressed the seven-stringed lyre, and the sound of the piano was still the same, but it was obvious that the woman's frozen lips were bloody. But there was a smile on his face.

And these literati are only interested in the figure, skin, and face of women. In and out of the words, they are all criticizing women.

Jiang Wei had no interest, and he couldn't risk offending King Wei to help them. After all, this is only a corner of the aristocratic world, and there are many more unfortunate people than them. The so-called Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road, which is the case.

It's just that it kind of affects the mood.

After three rounds of drinking, and at this time, King Wei's mood was gone, his face gradually turned cold, and his small eyes occasionally glanced at Jiang Wei with a hint of coldness.

King Wei thought that he had given Jiang Wei enough face, and it was the first time he took the initiative to invite a civilian. But the other party obviously doesn't appreciate it, and doesn't even have basic etiquette.

The proud King Wei was unhappy, and the scene was cold for a while, and many people were very surprised, and they didn't understand what was wrong with King Wei. But no one touched the mold. They know very well the temper of the King of Wei, if you are very happy when he is unhappy, then congratulations, you have won the lottery and received the blessing of the King of Wei.

Jiang Wei also noticed that the atmosphere at the scene had changed, and he saw that they were all just bowing their heads and drinking, and they didn't even look at the beautiful dancers who came up this time.

"Give it all to me."

A burst of shouts like a thunderbolt on a sunny day suddenly sounded, and everyone was startled, and those dancing girls were even more frightened and knelt on the ground.

"King Wei spares his life."

The dancers pressed their foreheads against the cold ground, and their bodies shivered slightly, not knowing whether they were cold or frightened.

Jiang Wei couldn't help but wrinkle every day, how can this King Wei be like a child? Angry at every turn? Didn't you see anyone provoke him?

Looking at these poor dancing girls, Jiang Wei could only sigh, there was nothing he could do about it. Then Jiang Wei found that something was wrong, he found that many people were looking at him, and the eyes were like looking at the dancing girl???

Are they taking pity on me?

Jiang Wei felt a little inexplicable, I didn't do anything!

Soon Jiang Wei found out the reason, he saw the chubby face, the cold and cold little eyes, and glanced at himself.

Then King Wei shook his sleeves and left, leaving only silence and many gloating smiles.