At night, the emperor changed clothes, and among the more than 40 miscellaneous servants, he went out of Donghua Gate two miles to Zhen'an Fang. Zhen'an Fang, where Grandma Li lives. The emperor stopped the rest of the people, and walked in with Di Xiang alone. The family is humble, the grandmother comes out to welcome, the court resists, and the condolences are thoughtful. There are several kinds of fruits, including fragrant snow lotus, crystal pinpo, and fresh jujube as big as eggs, all of which are not offered by the big officials, and the emperor tastes one each. My grandmother has been negotiating for a long time, but I have never seen my teacher come out to worship. Emperor Yan waited.

- "The Biography of Master Li"

As the sun sinks to the west, the color of the sun begins to change gradually.

The dazzling light gradually dyed with pale yellow and reddish hues, and little by little, this color enveloped the entire city of Tokyo, and the bustle of the North Alley of Mikaido gradually spread.

In such a bustle, Fan Lou is like the core of a wide spider web. If you look down from mid-air, the flow of people around you will be centered on it, spreading out in all directions, stretching into strands of silk.

But if you really look closer, you will find that the flow of people represented by these silk threads is constantly surging. From time to time, groups of people will walk into the center of this spider web, the Fan Tower.

The lanterns are slowly lit up, and the lively atmosphere rises at a slow but sure speed, which is naturally mixed with the sound of human voices and the sound of cars and horses.

A stray dog lies in a dark and damp corner, where there is no sunlight all year round, exuding a faint musty smell, fortunately, no one disturbs it, so it becomes the safest nest for this stray dog.

On the street where he turned his head, a lively sound came, which woke up the dirty stray dog a little. Ears pricked up.

There was a soft creak, and a window opened above the stray dog's head.

Stray dogs, who have been living here for a long time, are already familiar with the role of this window. At this time, he let out a wail, and hurriedly got up and ran two steps to the side.

It was almost the moment it ran away. A basin of dirty water spilled on the place where the dog was lying on his stomach.

"Move faster, this person is pouring into the store. I can tell you, today is a great day, if you do something to make Fan Lou lose face, it is not something that can be solved by deducting wages! ”

A voice came from the open window, and soon the window was closed again.

The stray dog waited for a while with a pair of eyes in his eyes, and saw that the window did not mean to open again, and then regained his original position.

I looked down and sniffed. The water that had just been spilled was mixed with the smell of some chicken blood, which inevitably made the stray dog very excited, and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

The place it was in was dimly lit, but it was a good enough place.

The open windows often threw chores outside, sometimes dirty water, sometimes rotten leaves. And on some lucky occasions, stray dogs can find a bone or two in those rotten leaves.

That's why it's here.

There are bones, and flesh bones certainly don't have its turn. Because the other end of this window is the kitchen of Fan Lou, even if the guests really have wine and food leftover. Wine and meat are always exploited by the servants and cooks, and they can't even be shared, let alone a peaceful dog outside the window.

The cook was sweating profusely on such a hot day, even though it was already dusk. But the heat wave in the air still drilled into the pores from all directions, as if it was about to roast everyone.

The kitchen becomes a natural steamer at this point, mixing with the crackling sound of the water vapor and the firewood. It forms a very unique sense of sight and hearing, which makes people subconsciously rise a hot feeling.

In such a world. A variety of aromas also gather here. The highest-ranking chef flipped the spoon twice, reached out and twisted a piece of meat from the pot, put it in his mouth, and tasted it. Then ask the person next to you to add half a spoonful of salt.

Then, the chef stepped over to the steamer, squinted his eyes and lifted a layer of steamer from the smoke, glanced at the color of the fish inside, and yelled, "What the are you waiting for!" Why don't you hurry up and put on a plate and go to the dishes! ”

Someone hurriedly agreed, and there was a rush over.

All kinds of dishes are arranged one by one on wooden trays. After a call, naturally twelve or thirteen servants rushed in quickly.

"Qing Yage's dishes, and a jar of wine, hurry up and send it over!"

The servant happily agreed, lifted the tray with one hand, and walked out of the kitchen door with steady steps.

The aroma of wine and food lingered on the tip of his nose, and the servant sniffed, couldn't help but squint his eyes and glance at the various dishes on his right shoulder, and swallowed dryly.

He walked quickly through the courtyard, into the main hall, and up the second floor from the back stairs.

Before he could reach the door of Qing Ya Pavilion, he had already seen the two guards standing outside the door, and his eyes glanced downstairs, and sure enough, the guards who also crossed the knife were now sitting around the table below like guests in the building.

The only thing that distinguishes them from other clients is that they have water in their glasses, not wine.

There are already girls playing and singing on the stage, and the flower hall has already been lively, although it is not enough to say that the seats are full, but at this hour, it is almost there.

Half of the excitement of the entire city of Tokyo is in this alley. Especially when it comes to the palm lamp, it is as if the vitality of the entire imperial capital has been sucked into the alley, making people's brains buzz and chaotic with the smell of wine.

The servant with the wine and food approached Qing Yage, looking at the two guards who looked like they were powerful, and his heart couldn't help but shrink subconsciously, feeling a little afraid.

Working in a place like Fan Lou, I have seen all kinds of people, and it is not uncommon for people to occasionally take one or two guards out of the house, but it is indeed rare to bring such a fanfare behind you.

The fool knows that the identity of the characters in this room is very noble, and the little servant is a little nervous, facing the scrutinizing gaze of the two guards, he forced out a smile, nodded and smiled: "Two adults, the little one will bring wine and food inside." ”

The guards looked at him, eyes running over his waist, sleeves, and boots. Sure that there was no possibility of hiding any murder weapon on him, he nodded. Signal for him to come in.

The little servant was looked at by the two pairs of Zhaozi, and he was covered in a cold sweat. He had heard from other guests that such a guard. It's completely different from the domestic servants hired by ordinary people. It can be seen from the eyes and bearing that he must have really licked the blood from the knife. Only people who have actually killed people will exude such a smell on their bodies.

The servant didn't know if what the guest was saying was the truth, or if it was just drunken gibberish. But fear was something he really experienced, so he had to choose to believe.

In order to prevent the other party from slaughtering himself with one move, the little servant cautiously nodded at the two guards, and then knocked lightly on the door and called, "Xiao Langjun, the little one has brought you wine and food." ”

Not much. A middle-aged man with a white face and beard and gray hair opened the door, took the wine and food from the little servant with a smile, and bowed slightly at him: "Okay, you can step down, and I will call you again if I have something." ”

The middle-aged man didn't have the terrifying aura that the guards beside him exuded, but somehow, the little servant still felt a little afraid. He felt that although this person was smiling on his face, he seemed to be like Fan Lou's mother when she made a straight face. With a smell that is hard to look at.

The little servant was puzzled, beside Xiao Langjun, whose identity was too terrifying, he would always see a lot of things that puzzled him.

But he understood the truth of obedience, so he obediently complied. Bow down.

The liveliness of the flower hall set off a small high chao, and everyone cheered and applauded.

More and more guests are coming in. The private rooms in the attic on the second floor were gradually occupied.

Fan Lou's mother is greeting guests on the second floor, and she can charter the attic room on such a lively night. The identities are very good.

Some guests from different rooms also met acquaintances here, and they toasted and laughed with each other. The characters they didn't know at the banquet were introduced, and they said a few words like "fortunate meeting" and "long admiration".

"What are you doing! The guests of Seifukaku are still waiting for the dishes! Where's your pallet? ”

A little steward ran upstairs with his front placket in his hand, and when he saw the little servant, he frowned and cursed.

The servant was startled, and hurriedly replied, "The tray was taken by the guests of Qing Ya Ge together." ”

The little steward glanced at the guards in front of the Qingya Pavilion, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he waved his hand helplessly: "That's it, you exchange them first, if it's really not enough, let me know, go to the next building to borrow two and come back." Don't be stunned! Don't go yet! ”

"Okay!" The servant answered and hurriedly ran downstairs.

The little steward couldn't help but glance at the Qing Ya Pavilion with the door closed. This Xiao Langjun is very mysterious every time he comes, not only because he brings a staggering number of guards, but also because unlike other guests who will socialize in the building, this Xiao Langjun never interacts with guests in other rooms, and even ...... The little steward could see that this Xiao Langjun seemed to be avoiding people's eyes and ears every time.

Every time, he would come to Fanlou early when there was still a lot of time before the lamp in the building, and became the first guest of Fanlou that day. And every time, after he came to Fan Tower, he would go into the purest Qing Ya Pavilion in the building and close the door tightly.

The advantage of the attic is that you can see all the performances on the stage of the flower hall on the second floor, and at the same time will not be disturbed by all kinds of peddlers and pawns on the first floor. Guests in the attic don't need to go out to watch the excitement, just open the window inside and look down, and everything can be seen at a glance.

Qing Ya Pavilion is facing the stage, which is naturally the most noble position in the entire Fan Tower.

The person who can charter this room every time he comes is, of course, a person of extremely high status.

But the little steward was very puzzled, and with the experience he had gained from his observation in Fan Lou, the higher the status, the more important he would be to associate with other people of the same status. This kind of closed-door eviction is not something that normal people with status would choose to do.

In fact, there are also distinguished guests who once took the initiative to show their goodwill, but were simply blocked back by the guards at the door. Even after the other party was a little annoyed and revealed his identity as the Tokyo City Governor, the guards at the door were still indifferent.

It was a big slap on Lord Fu Yin, but in the end, it was just over.

The identity of the man inside...... The little steward didn't even dare to think about it.

Hurriedly walked to the door of another room next to him, and the little butler greeted with a smile: "Master Zhu, I don't know if you come!" The tea doctor you admired happened to be back from the countryside today, would you like to call him......

The bustle of the four directions gathered, diffused out, intertwined into a sound of light, I don't know where it leads.

Chu Feng stood in front of the window, lifted the corner of the curtain slightly, and looked at the various things on the first floor like a thief, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ma Gongcheng, who received the wine and food, placed the wine and food next to him, and the real owner was listening to the music behind the screen. The girl in the cardamom years played and sang "Half-drunk Teng Tengchun sleeps heavily, green mane pillows and fragrant clouds", and a wisp of incense next to her is slightly swinging, and she is leisurely.

"Why didn't Chu Langjun go inside to listen to the music? This girl sings well. ”

Father-in-law Ma finished picking up the wine and food, walked over with a smile, opened the curtain, and took a look at the bustle on the first floor.

Chu Feng laughed at himself and said truthfully: "Actually, I don't understand how good or bad it is." ”

The tunes of this era are somewhat with the tunes of Huangmei Opera and Kunqu Opera, Chu Feng doesn't know much about music, but he has never been exposed to these in his previous life, at first glance, he may think that the girls' voices are very good, but he really asked him to comment on the charm in the inheritance, he didn't understand it at all.

The same is true of the music of Hangzhou Chengqin Exercise, which is beautiful, but when Chu Feng hears it, he can only stupidly comment on the "good", and then there is nothing else.

Good is good, but even he doesn't know where the good is and where the beauty is. Chu Feng always felt that letting such a beautiful life sing such a beautiful song in front of him was probably really a story about playing the piano to the cow.

"Grandpa Ma, in fact, I'm still curious, what does he want me to do when he called me here?"

The two were afraid that Huizong, who was arguing to the other end of the screen, would listen to the music, so they spoke in a low voice.

Ma Gonggong smiled when he heard this: "Chu Langjun, don't worry, what is my Ah Lang going to do, in fact, the old slave doesn't know." However, the old slave dares to guarantee that it is definitely a good thing for you Chu Langjun. The old slave can see that my family Ah Lang admires Chu Langjun very much. ”

Chu Feng scratched his head, not quite understanding whether the other party admired him or not, and what did it have to do with him......

At this time, Chu Feng was indeed confused.

He knew very little about it. I don't know the identity of this nobleman, and I don't understand where I am. He only knew that he was in the Fan Building now, and in this Fan Building, it seemed that something like the Ink Painting Festival was going to be held today.

Could it be that the guest wanted to paint himself? However, he is just a small acquaintance of the calligraphy and painting shop, so how can the guest know that he can paint?

Could it be that the other party is a friend of Mr. Wenduan or Mr. Cheng Yuan? But I've never heard of it!

Too much confusion lingered in Chu Feng's heart, and just when he was confused and felt that he was in the strangest situation in his life for more than ten years, several familiar figures walked in from the door of Fan Lou.

Chu Feng was slightly stunned, attracting the attention of Ma Gonggong.

"Chu Langjun, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong? Ma Gonggong asked.

"It's nothing," Chu Feng shook his head, his face was a little peculiar, "A few friends came." Well, it's the friends who have climbed the mountain with me during the day. (To be continued.) )