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In Shanhaiguan, most of those who dare to open the door to do business have a background. The small tea shop does not sell tea, where do elegant people drink tea in this place. According to those rough men, tea is worse than urine. Of course, the devil knows if he drank urine or not.

But the former owner was a romantic gentleman, relying on his eldest brother's identity as a lieutenant, he opened a tea shop here, and the business was dismal. Later, it was taken over by the owner of the current shop and converted into a sake brewery. The owner of the shop was stingy, and felt that the decoration was good, so he simply didn't even change the signboard.

"Shopkeeper, a pot of tea." Yang Fan and Wu Sangui walked into the wine shop and found a seat by the window to sit down.

The little old man paused with his abacus hand, and then replied with a smile: "Okay, guest officer, wait a minute." ”

When meeting familiar regulars, the little old man is not so polite, and most of the talk and laughter are obscene words and meat jokes. But when he heard that he was going to drink tea, the little old man was so happy that he was finally able to sell out the tea foam that was left of that idiot. The old man will not let go of these silver money that is not earned for nothing.

It's not that Yang Fan is willing to be slaughtered. This wine is really boring to drink, fade out of a bird, ask Wu Sangui if he drinks, he directly rejected without drinking, saying that every time he looks for a post, he will not drink a drop of wine, the old rule for many years. So the two of them called for a pot of tea in the mocking eyes of the people on the side.

"Guest officer, you are really the right person, this Shanhaiguan, I really have this good tea for you." The old man is really picky, and he is reluctant to invite even a little two, so he comes to the account room, serving wine and food, sweeping the floor and washing dishes, all by himself. He bent down, took the teapot that had not been used for a long time, and the lid was still covered with ashes, took two wine bowls, and placed them on the table quickly.

"Iron Rooster, you have been lying for a few years and the tea foam is still good tea, and you want to go crazy for money?"

"Haha."

The old man glared back at the man, then turned his head and smiled, "Don't listen to these prankies." The tea was poured into the bowl, and the green soup that was broken so much that I couldn't count the tea petals, as if it had been sprinkled with sesame seeds, and there was foam floating on it, even the old man himself was embarrassed, and said with a smile: "The tea is a few days, forgive me." In this way, two people will be charged. ”

The old man stomped his feet and gritted his teeth, as if he was in pain and cut his love. Yang Fan waved his hand, picked up the water with the tea leaves floating and took a sip, it was not as delicious as boiled water......

"Serve some food!" Yang Fan commanded.

The old man, who was still a little depressed, had his eyes lit up again, and after wiping his hands, he hurriedly greeted, "Okay." He handed over a plate of pitifully small peanuts, smiled and wiped his hands on the sweat towel on his shoulder, "Two of you, use it slowly." ”

It really has to be used slowly, eat it quickly, and it will be gone in three or two bites......

"Now it's time to talk." Wu Sangui was sitting precariously, not at all relaxed in the winery. Yang Fan secretly said that he was not interested, and said: "Because of my mention, I will get a greater reward." Yang Fan took two peanuts, put them on the table, and said, "This is Jinzhou, this is Linghe City." He took another chopstick from a bamboo tube and placed it on the side of the peanut.

"Such a deep place in the belly of the enemy, isolated and helpless, is an uncomfortable place. Even if 10,000 Guanning Iron Horsemen are placed in this city, so what? Instead of being caught in the urn, it is better to have a tanuki for the prince. Wouldn't it be better if 10,000 Guanning iron cavalry were transferred to Jinzhou? ”

Wu Sangui nodded and said, "How can the fog be explained?" Could it be a guess? Brother Yang, don't lie to me. ”

"What's so strange about the fog, what General Soldier Zu agreed with your father is to do it on a foggy day, what's wrong?"

Wu Sangui took a sip of tea and said, "It just so happens that the food in the city has just been eaten, and it will be foggy this day." And after inquiring, three days ago, Brother Yang threatened in the city that it would be foggy, and it turned out to be foggy. How can this be so coincidental, you say? His eyes looked at Yang Fan and said jokingly.

"This is not a guess, I felt the heat and humidity in the granary, and I knew that a fog was coming, so I told the people of the city not to be impatient."

Wu Sangui still shook his head with a smile and said, "Brother Yang, it's not too early." It's time to take your leave. Yang Fan stood up, hugged his fists and said, "Send a word to brother." ”

"Listen up."

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Ambition and ambition are separated by a piece of paper. ”

Wu Sangui picked up the helmet, glanced at Yang Fan, and nodded, "Remember." Then he walked out.

If during the day, Shanhaiguan is a majestic city, then at night, in the night wind, it looks like a graceful but bold woman. The lights were the silver flakes scattered on her clothes. The opera garden is her high-pitched and bright and crisp throat, and she can sing such a ballad, which is beautiful and charming. There are women in the army, and they are naturally used to serve the military master. The poor soldiers, who had no money, spent a few dollars to listen to a few songs in a simple theater after a day's patrol, and talked about meat and teased each other.

The lights were dim, and Yang Fan stepped into the theater. The lights are dim, and the figures in the theater are longing. On the stage, the blowing, playing and singing have begun. A woman with heavy makeup, despite the rouge on her face, could not hide the torment of the years, holding a small fan, and slowly came out from behind the curtain with small steps.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have been waiting for a long time, tonight is the first time for Miaolian who just came, and I would like to invite you to cheer more."

"Hey, where was that little in red silk yesterday? Why didn't you come? ”

"I don't know yet, today Hong Junye has chartered a venue, please invite a few people in the barracks to rejoice there!"

Most of the people watching the play below were soldiers from Shanhaiguan.

In the shouts of the crowd, a white dress floated out, and the cloud sleeves were windy. Dancing in gorgeous sleeves, fluttering like a fairy, the woman's pink makeup debuted, her face was cold, and it was difficult to smile.

Vocal music.

The woman opened her mouth, and her singing voice pierced through the clouds.

"Xiaoxiao joins hands with the mountain, when will you be worried? In vain remember the Qingming rain, sigh the sad autumn. The tree in front of the court, the rain on the horizon, worry-free? Lonely and muddy heart, twilight. After singing, the soldiers who were used to eating coquettish and coquettish women all stared directly at this pure and lovely girl, too ...... So beautiful!

After the sleeve dance, the woman just stood in a daze, letting countless people who loved her face or really loved it, wrapped in the thick of the worldly gongs and drums. Miao Lian just watched quietly. Her eyes, tears and shadows, were hidden by cloud sleeves.

Seeing that the people in front of him were crazy and screaming, Yang Fan could hear the sadness in this word. He didn't know why this woman with a beautiful face came back to such a beautiful place.

"One more song! One more song! ”

The audience shouted louder and louder, and the glamorous woman appeared again, using a small fan to set off the atmosphere of the scene. Seeing that the eyes of the young man on the Qingtai were stagnant, he looked over. The mouth is still agitating, "Masters, does Miao Lian still meet your tastes?" ”

Everyone began to go crazy, the lights were bright, and the sound of the prosperous world filled the sky. The woman was gently poked on her back by the woman's small Luo shirt, her body trembled, and she frowned. had to retract his gaze, dance his sleeves again, his clothes fluttering, accompanied by music, and sing in a high-pitched voice:

"The moon shines, the breeze is clear, and there is no starry tower in the sky. A canoe on the horizon. The wind is not stopped, the language is quiet, and people stay when they return. Hometown is sad. ”

The cloud sleeves danced with her, the woman's eyes were hazy with tears, and after a song, she didn't go back to the underground to clear the platform.

The erhu was melodious, and the song was not dispersed at the end, and the woman came on the stage again, bowed and thanked: "Thank you for your support." This concludes today's performance. Thank you! ”