Chapter 297: The crowd is passionate
Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and An He was still preaching with foaming stars: "The focus of my work must be around one center, two basic points, one center is, follow the instructions of my Tang Dynasty, never shake firm confidence, two basic points, must obey the orders of the leader, and it is extremely necessary to complete the work at hand, give full play to the spirit of hard work and hard work, and ......"
Recalling the government work report in his previous life, An He's eyebrows fluttered, and he didn't pay attention to it, Li Hui around him yawned a lot, and he was even more down. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Lai Ji was directly confused on the chair, Zhou Huailin was also half-asleep and nodded his head, Wang Fangyi's head was buzzing even more, thinking about the days to come, Wang Fangyi shouted sadly.
"Oh my God, working like this for a lifetime? Just kill me! ā
"Okay, let's talk about it here, besides, I guess you should also say that I am verbose, come, let's have a feast! Cheers! After spitting up for an hour with excitement, An He finally raised his wine glass with a smile on his face and said loudly, but unfortunately, there were few responders, and more than half of them fell asleep.
"I said a feast!" An He had to shout again with his throat raised, and with a sigh, Wang Xuance's wine jar with his chin resting fell in response, slamming his head on the table, Wang Xuance immediately bounced, and a scream immediately turned into cheers under An He's murderous gaze.
"Ah!! What you said is so good, I am moved by Wang Qianzhi's gratitude! Whew! For a while, Wang Xuance's cry was like rain of tears, snot and tears flowed down together, and the officials of the Turkic Metropolitan Governor's Mansion who were noisy by him were dumbfounded, damn, this is too realistic, no wonder people can sit on Zuo Sima, this sycophant skill, I still have to practice!
After a while, more than 100 people were moved to cry and howl together, and the loud voice shook the sky, just like a dead father, I don't know what happened to An He, and the sound shook An He and his head hurt.
"Damn, won't I just talk about a plan to build a city in winter? There is coal burning, as for this picture of crying dad and crying mother? Muttering depressedly, An He had to shout again at the top of his throat: "Okay, since you understand the spirit, I won't be verbose, let's have a banquet!" ā
After this sentence was spoken, the audience immediately stopped crying, and in the blink of an eye, the warm applause instantly lingered in the entire Drunken Immortal Building, which lasted for a long time.
At the table, even Zhou Huailin's table was full of moved inner cows, and even Wang Fangyi, who had been humming angrily, followed the slap to the sky, and muttered: "It's fucking finished, and it's not verbose!" ā
"Say no more!" Regardless of the righteousness of his friends, the eldest Laiji hurriedly slapped Wang Fangyi on the back of the head, "What if you provoke the Metropolitan Governor to say a few words again?" ā
With a shudder, Wang Fangyi hurriedly buried his brain melon under the table, and the Leaf of Death fell to the latest chapter.
Generally speaking, Anhe's work summary meeting was quite successful, after the lively applause, one by one the officials of the Governor's Mansion were like relatives and friends who participated in the wedding with their share of the money, regardless of the whole steamed lamb was cold, shook off the cheeks and began to eat as hard as possible, Anhe took the wine glass and went down to the table to drink regardless of his identity, which made most of these officials who were young people grateful, shouting, and after a circle, An He, who drank more than ten glasses of Western Regions Red, also turned red.
"You, there is a distance in identity, if you go on like this, you are too spoiled by these subordinates, and they may be disrespectful in the future!" Seeing An He coming back, Lao Li would come forward with a wry smile and admonish, but he didn't expect An He to shake his dizzy head, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Yang, developing Turks is hard work, you say, are you willing to work with a prince who is happy to accompany you all day long, or with a prince who has a straight face all day long?" ā
"It seems to make sense." Flattened his mouth, Li Hui nodded with appreciation, and before he could think about it, An He had already laughed and dragged him down.
"Why do you want to do so much? Today is a big joy for us, come and dance! ā
With Anhe's slapping, at the entrance of the hall on the third floor, a large group of warblers and warblers Yanyan immediately came in in beautiful brocade dresses, Anhe's face was big enough among the merchants, and almost half of the dancers who were a little famous in the West Market were all gathered here by him.
After the Song Dynasty, the music and dance are exquisite and beautiful, but it seems that the small family is too heavy, and the Yuan and Qing dynasties take the grassland heroic as the main color, lack of meticulous carving, there is no dynasty of music and dance like the Tang Dynasty generally converges with all ethnic groups, the majestic cloud sky of the atmosphere is heroic, and the finely carved is as fascinating as the cloud carving doll.
In the fierce roundabout, the three main dancers are more brilliant, the three curved neck pipa are held in their arms, they are actually dancing while playing, the fierce melody is not bad, and the whirling dance is not chaotic, showing the woman's grace to the fullest, and the young scholars under the banquet are also often in the West Market to mingle with the merry people, otherwise they will owe so much wine money, seeing these dancers, one by one also amazed.
"Look, that one is everyone from the west, and everyone from Li, my God, everyone from Gongsun is actually here, you really have a big face!" With the swaying of music and dance, the new officials were drooling and exclaiming, just now the three of them are very famous in the West Market, quite the taste of the stars in the future, even the ordinary princes are not moved, they are even petty officials and scholars can only see their faces during the New Year's Festival, how can they have such a chance to appreciate it at close range.
An He didn't know that he would give face to the three big stars casually, but at this time, his breathing was also short, and he couldn't take his eyes off the spinning dance troupe to watch endlessly, and in the fierce playing, the red-clothed dancer in the center suddenly elegantly raised the pipa high on her shoulder, and raised her head to face him with her hands behind her back.
The fierce pipa strings are more exciting, but the long sleeves of the dancer's right hand are still dancing in the air like a butterfly dancing warbler, and the movements have their own floating in it, and the feeling of fluttering like a fairy is breathtaking, and even some scholars in the audience dare not move, holding a large piece of mutton dripping with water, for fear of missing a certain detail.
Even An He, who had been bombarded by singing and dancing in later generations, couldn't help but be amazed and shouted in a low voice: "Bounce the pipa!" The legendary bouncing lute! ā
The fierce music and dance went on for almost a quarter of an hour, and the dancers sang and danced together, and said a blessing to An He together, and An He also came back to his senses, and hurriedly shouted to the three-foot-tall Jiao Laosan behind him: "What are you still doing in a daze, look at it!" ā
"You, my sisters don't want to be rewarded, our sisters are here to thank your cotton textile guild, you have woven such beautiful dance clothes for us, you appreciate it, it is already our greatest reward." The young girl who had just rebounded the pipa came out of the crowd, and said to An and Qi Qi in a sweet voice, and immediately attracted a burst of applause from the scholars below, or the boss of his own family has a big face, and the beauty came to perform, not to mention the money, but also to thank the boss for appreciation.
This sycophant, An He is also happy, listening to Gongsun Lan say this, he can also be regarded as a figure in the Tang fashion industry.
"The sword is given to the hero, the pink is matched with the beauty, since everyone is so polite, I don't need some vulgar things to blaspheme everyone, Jiao Laosan, take three sets of our textile guild Yunjin Xiu clothes, twenty flower weaving clothes, and give them to all of you, in order to set off your beauty!"
Anhe's reciprocating Li immediately attracted more than 20 dancing girls, these are the best ready-to-wear garments of the cotton textile guild, Anhe is bad enough, hired a large number of design craftsmen to specialize in new clothing styles all day long, but each piece does a few, typical hunger marketing, it is said that the competition for a few clothes, the nobles of each Chang'an family have broken their heads, this Anhe sent not only clothes, but also face. (To be continued.) )