Li Kui is thirty-eight years old this year, but his personality is as stupid and cute as a child.

He was a "die-hard fan" who Song Jiang bought for only ten taels of silver in Jiangzhou, and he obeyed Song Jiangyan.

And among all the brothers, Song Jiang undoubtedly loved him the most, Li Kui. Although stupid and cute, he is very capable, and he works hard, which leader doesn't like such employees?

Li Kui, Yan Qing, and Song An took turns to catch the car, and three days later, a group of four of them came to Bianjing.

Song Jiang, who had just arrived at the gate of the city, was sitting in the canopy and squinting and napping, and said to the air: "Tie Niu, I will give you three chapters of the law, you can listen to it." ”

Li Kui, who was driving the car, turned around and opened the curtain when he heard the sound: "I listened to my brother!" Don't talk about three chapters, my brother just gave me about thirty chapters and three hundred chapters, and I also listened to Tie Niu! ”

"Well, from now on you are going to pretend to be a dumb person, and you are not allowed to say a word or do anything except follow us behind."

Li Kui nodded stupidly.

Of course, Song Jiang, who didn't open his eyes, couldn't see him nodding: "Did you hear Tie Niu!" ”

Li Kui hurriedly nodded again.

Song Jiang was furious, opened his eyes and shouted at him: "Why don't you speak!" ”

Li Kui twisted his eyebrows, his face was incomprehensible and innocent: "It's my brother, you let me Tie Niu be dumb, but you blame me Tie Niu for not talking, how can a dumb person speak!" ”

Song An could see that his father was very annoyed and helpless by Li Kui's brainless actions.

“…… Okay, okay, that's it, Iron Bull, you're doing a good job, keep up the ......"

Although there are still eight or nine days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the streets and alleys of the entire Bianshangjing have been lit up with lights, and there is a festive atmosphere, and there are many more pedestrians than in the past.

This trip was made to find Master Li, and when he thought of Master Li, Song An was no longer in the mood to watch the prosperous festival in Bianjing.

"Xi Shi Shenyu, Zhaojun Falling Goose, Diao Chan Closing the Moon, Yuhuan Shy Flower, if you add up the posture of these four people, you will have the beauty of Master Li."

These words were when Song An asked Yan Qing about the appearance of Master Li, and Yan Qing described Master Li.

Yan Jidao, a great poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, also wrote a good sentence for Master Li, "Looking at Yingchuan flowers all over the world, it is not as good as the teacher".

The stunning beauty Li Shishi, who can make the great Song Tianzi and the great poets Qin Guan, Yan Jidao, Zhang Xian, Zhou Bangyan and others worship under her elegance, can finally see her true face of Lushan today!

"It shouldn't be ......"

Yan Qing, who was driving the car, suddenly reined in his horse and looked incredulously at a large mansion not far ahead.

Song An and his father also hurried to see it.

There is a plaque hanging on the high gate of this large mansion, on which the word "Gaofu" is written in thin gold font.

This is Gao Yu's mansion in Bianjing.

"Gao Yu is such a big official who died, according to the number of rites, the mansion should lay a mourning hall for him for seven seven and forty-nine days, but why didn't Gao Mansion even pull a white cloth?" Song Jiang was puzzled.

"Not only did they not tear the white cloth, but they also hung red lanterns under the beams."

"It's weird......"

Dad and Yan Qing, you are bored with one sentence, one sentence at a time.

Song An suddenly remembered that when he killed Gao Yu that night, he kept saying that he was not Gao Yu's Gao Yu.

Did you really kill a fake high-ranking man?

Bianshangjing is very large, with a radius of nearly one hundred and fifty miles, Song An and his party of four entered the city when it was just dark, and the carriage could only walk slowly and leisurely in the city, and when they arrived at Fangshi Street, it was already dark.

There are many lanterns of various colors hanging outside the doors of the shops on both sides of the street, which decorate the street at night.

There is a long alley called "Yanyue Lane" in Fangshi Street.

The night here is the most lively place in the whole of Bianshangjing, and there are no women who come here to visit, all men.

Because this place is "Qinglou brothel street", the Hongdeng District of Shangjing in the Great Song Dynasty.

The "Fenghuafang" where Master Li is located is located in the innermost part of Yanyue Lane, which is a two-story quadrangle compound.

There is a delicate colorful flower archway erected in front of Fenghua Fang, and the memorial arch is written on the book "Fenghua Fang" three elegant big characters, and the inscription is "Qin Shaoyou".

It is the well-known literary youth of the Great Song Dynasty who wrote "If the two love is long, how can it be in the twilight of the dynasty", also known as Qin Guan.

It seems that Qin Shaoyou's relationship with Fenghuafang is still messy, otherwise how could he hang a plaque here?

I wonder if his eternal quatrain of "If the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight" was written by Master Li?

I don't know.

Fengyuefang is very quiet, far from being as noisy as other green buildings along the street.

There was no kiln sister standing outside the door waving a handkerchief fan, and when she saw a man, she scratched her head and beckoned "Uncle come in to play"; There was no bustard to greet you when you entered the door.

Because this is a song brothel among brothels, the women in the courtyard are all geisha, and they only sell their arts, not their bodies.

Fenghuafang takes the high-end route, and those who enter need to pay ten taels of silver per person. This rule alone has turned away a large number of "low-end men". Ten taels of silver was enough for a family of four to eat and drink for more than half a year in the Song Dynasty.

When he was outside the workshop, Song An faintly heard the singing of the singers in the workshop, and after the father paid forty taels of silver into the workshop, the singing was gone, and it should be the end of the song.

Passing through a cloister, the four of them came to the hall, but they saw that the hall was richly decorated and brightly lit, and the view was filled with richly dressed men.

The northernmost part of the hall is a high platform of more than two meters high and about ten square meters, and the carved railing and jade masonry are very refined.

On the high platform stood a beautiful woman of twenty-eight or nineteen years old, who looked very temperamental.

"Uncle Xiaoyi, is this Master Li?" Song An asked Yan Qing.

"Thousands of her can't compare to Master Li, this is Mother Li, the bustard mother of Fenghuafang."

The four of them sat down at the back.

Li Kui was very well-behaved, and he kept his mouth shut throughout the whole process, and he didn't let out a single fart.

Mother Li, the bustard's mother on the stage, said: "Today, Miss Shi is rarely interested in singing a song "Thousand Autumn Years" to all the officials. ”

The high platform was covered by a blue tulle tent, and the people in the audience could faintly see the figures of several women on the stage, but their faces could not be seen at all.

After a while, there was the sound of a flute, followed by a small sound of a pipa, and then the melodious sound of a gurgling spring came from the woman in the middle who was holding the lute and half-covering her face:

"Count the spurs.

and reported Fang Ficher.

Cherish the spring and fold the remnants of red.

The rain is light and windy, and the plum is green.

YONG Fengliu,

No one is flying snow all day long.

……

Heaven is not old,

It's hard to get rid of.

The heart is like a double wire net,

There are thousands of knots.

The night is over, too,

The east window is not white, and the waning moon ......"

The woman's soft chanting is accompanied by the harmony of gonghou, dong flute, flute, pipa, and small drum, which sounds very pleasant and moving.

At the end of the song, people disperse.

There were only four guests left: Song Jiang, Song An, Yan Qing, and Li Kui.

Previously, Yan Qing and Song Jiang had met Master Li twice in the name of "cousins", so Mother Li, the bustard's mother, recognized them.

"I have some family affairs to find my cousin."

As he spoke, Song Jiang took out a long small brocade box from his sleeve and sent it to Li's mother.

"A small gift is not a tribute, I hope Li's mother will accept it with a smile."

Mother Li opened the brocade box, and in the box was a delicate dotted emerald gold hairpin, which was worth a lot of money at a glance.

Looking at Song Jiang with a serious expression, Mother Li slapped the hairpin into Song Jiang's hand coquettishly.

"I'm tired of my cousin helping the slave family stick it on the head."