Yang Zhituo and his entourage in front walked into the first position of the bright room under the leadership of the old bustard.

The bustard busted the girls in the building to set up their seats.

Wen Xiaoyun's eyes moved slightly, and she followed behind Yin Nuo to check the surrounding environment quietly.

The so-called bright room is the most central and most spacious room in a one-story building. There are two rooms running through the front and back, one is a smaller guest room, in addition to the soft collapse of the concubine, the Huanghuali coffee table, the rose chair set, there is also a guzheng table frame, and the wall is hung with pipa, stringed qin, erhu and other musical instruments.

The other room has a mahogany door with carved solid wood that is tightly closed, and it should be a bedroom.

Whether it is a decorative home with a very feminine aesthetic color. The curtain is pale pink light gauze silk satin, and there are several peonies in several corners, all of which are the most precious varieties.

Wen Xiaoyun's eyebrows moved unconsciously.

When she was a child, she practiced white drawing, and the most she ever drew were all kinds of peony pictures.

I am very familiar with various varieties of peonies, and naturally know that the two most royal varieties of peonies are Yao Huang Wei Zi.

With just these few pots of peonies, you can buy a house in the best territory.

Thinking about the words of the old bustard before, you know that this house was bought by Yang Zhituo to raise a prostitute.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wen Xiaoyun would never have imagined that a small edict in the county government would have such a generous handwriting.

Just as Wen Xiaoyun was thinking about it, the old bustard called a few little girls and set up four square tables in the bright room. Two cards are tied for the main position, and the two sides are opposite each other.

Yang Zhituo took off the big coat, and the little girl next to him immediately took it and hung it on the hanger in the corner.

Yang Zhituo waved his hand and smiled at Yin Nuo and Wen Xiaoyun behind him, "Don't see the two of you, please sit down." With that, he sat down at the main table on the left.

Yin Nuo returned the salute, and under the guidance of the little girl, he sat down at the table under Yang Zhituo's left hand.

Yang Yong, the workshop officer, sat side by side with Yang Zhituo at the table on his right.

The rest of the households, Huang Qingshi and Li Luohua, the officials, were at the same table as Wen Xiaoyun and Yin Nuo, and sat directly opposite them.

Although Wen Xiaoyun knows some common sense of the ancient official system, he almost knows nothing about this kind of detailed rules.

In her previous life, she was always proud of her senior otaku routine.

Never waste time on external communication, in addition to thinking about storyboards, color matching, and painting, it is to study some relevant knowledge needed in the plot.

I don't dare to say that I know everything, what ancient and modern Chinese and foreign, history, folklore, chemistry, physics, fashion, food, literature, art and so on are involved.

It's only now that I really come to the ancient social life, and I realize that I have been at home for more than ten years, and what I have learned is just some superficial skin.

Fortunately, she still has Yin Nuo by her side. In short, she just did what Yin Nuo did.

However, Wen Xiaoyun still didn't understand one thing, that is, the two tables of Yang Zhituo and Yang Yong were not single seats like the ancient meal sharing system, and there was still a vacant seat on each side.

And his own table and the table opposite Li Yanfang and Huang Hufang each have two vacant seats.

Wen Xiaoyun glanced sideways at the vacant seat between herself and Yin Nuo, and had a faint sense of foreboding.

As if to confirm Wen Xiaoyun's guess, at this moment, the bead curtain next to him suddenly sounded.

Wen Xiaoyun looked up and saw six young girls in pea-green thin skirts walking out of the piano room on the other side. Everyone is holding a tea tray in their hands, and the tea tray is a teapot and a tea bowl.

When they approached the crowd, the six girls diverged and sat down in the empty seats next to the crowd in turn, and one woman served the other to pour tea and persuade them.

Wen Xiaoyun unconsciously shrunk her neck and unconsciously moved towards Yin Nuo's side.

The girl assigned to her was the fullest, with a rounded outline of her open-necked blouse as thin as a cicada's wings, her eyebrows and eyes, her seductive red lips, and half of her wrists exposed by holding a white porcelain teacup.

Wen Xiaoyun secretly glanced at Yin Nuo next to him, and his performance was much calmer.

took the teacup from the maid's hand, raised his glass to Yang Zhituo in the main seat, took a sip, and put it on the table casually, not at all uncomfortable.

Wen Xiaoyun pursed her lips and did the same thing.

After serving everyone to drink tea, the old bustard led people to put some melons and fruits on each table in season.

When the melon seeds were on, Yang Zhituo took out two pieces of silver from the silver bag on his waist and put them on the tea tray, and the girl next to him smiled coquettishly and accepted the silver.

Next, plates of food and drinks are served.

Each table has fragrant roast goose with bright red skin and four plates of steaming soup. The tea set was also replaced with a wine set.

Before starting, Yang Yong, the workshop officer, took the lead in standing up and raising a glass to look around at everyone, and said with a smile and said the opening remarks of catching the wind and washing the dust.

Then the crowd began to raise their baskets to eat.

The young prostitutes were full of golden cups, and the warblers leaned softly beside everyone to persuade them to drink.

I don't know why, they are all women, but in the face of these bewitching stunners, Wen Xiaoyun's cheeks can't help but become hot.