The literati feasts were all accompanied by female actors, and the commanders of the wine order were often served by female actors.

If the official's wife sits at the same table with the maid, it is a loss of identity. Therefore, men and women are not at the same table on weekdays, and to put it bluntly, they are playing their own games.

Today, in addition to You Tingshi's wife and children and grandchildren, it is a subordinate and their relatives, and it is a banquet for the princess as the guest of honor, so all men and women gather together.

Before the table opened, the exquisite refreshments were served first, the concubine was red, the sky was full of stars, in short, everything that Kyoto has, there are all here.

You Tingshi called out the children and grandchildren of the family one by one, four sons-in-law, three concubines, the eldest is almost forty, the younger one is less than ten years old, and there are two unmarried concubines and three, and finally a teenager came out, which scared Shen Mengxi, it was actually Yan Jikang Yan Twelve, Mrs. Yan smiled and said, "Twelve is the concubine's nephew, and he only came to Bianzhou recently." Twelve, don't hurry up and meet the princess! I think even if you live in Shendu, you won't be able to see the princess! ”

Yan Twelve's face was slightly red, and he saluted according to his words. Qingfeng knew him, and whispered softly behind Shen Mengxi.

The waiter carried two pitching pots, one foot and two inches high, five inches in the ampullae, seven inches in the neck, two and a half inches in diameter of the spout, and lugs of the same diameter on each side. Two pitching pots, one is gold, inlaid with various colored gemstones, Yu Yu shining, placed two meters away in front of Shen Mengxi's seat, and the other is black pottery, painted with red totem, simple and elegant, placed in front of the You Thorn Shi seat.

It's time to pitch the pot.

Pitching pots is evolved from ancient archery, is one of the six arts of gentlemen, and is an elegant activity among Confucian scholars.

At some point, the drumming in the courtyard stopped. You Tingshi held a bamboo arrow in his hand, went to Shen Mengxi, bowed down and said some kind words about the whistle pot, and asked Shen Mengxi to throw the pot.

Shen Mengxi naturally didn't need to be polite to him, and reached out to take the four unclustered bamboo arrows. This bamboo arrow, about 20 centimeters long, one end is round and narrow, the other end is flat and wide, there is a feather pattern painted on it, and there is a faint fragrance, holding it in the hand, only to feel smooth and take advantage of the hand.

Shen Mengxi sat upright in front of his seat, picked up a bamboo arrow, stepped on the rhythm point of the music, and threw it decisively, the bamboo arrow fell into the pot, revealing the tail, thinking that the pot was filled with rice.

Si Jie shouted: "Medium! There is a beginning! The crowd applauded.

You Thorn Shi also threw in one, and everyone applauded.

In this way, the two guests and hosts, you come and go, even in the middle, through the ears, and in the end, they are all four arrows, they are all happy, the atmosphere is gradually ignited, Shen Mengxi and You Tingshi also smiled and drank together, and the feast officially began.

Delicacies and wines, flowing water prices, delicacies from the mountains and seas, fresh melons and fruits from the river, needless to say.

The maidservants at the banquet were dressed in Hu clothes, all of them were pretty and clever, they were familiar with etiquette, and they were attentive to the waiting.

Yin'er also came from the side hall, saluted with You Tingshi, and made a pitcher, this was his first time to participate in a banquet in the strict sense, at first a little restrained, but soon relaxed, and the three arrows were all in the middle. The little boy, immature with stability, thoughtful etiquette, and calmness, made Shen Mengxi deeply gratified.

You Tingshi praised Yin'er even more, and did not hesitate to praise words, saying that there is nothing in heaven and on earth, and he also very cleverly avoided the Xue family and the Li family, and only mentioned the excellent genes of the martial family. Shen Mengxi looked at Yin'er's Xiao-like faces and smiled without saying a word.

You Thorn Shi's youngest son is also close to a weak crown, and the eldest grandson of Thorn Shi is about the same age, and the uncle and nephew have also made pitchers, everyone applauded, Shen Mengxi also praised a few words, pointed to the eldest grandson and said: "This child, Yushu is in the wind, talented, this body and bearing, it won't take a few years, it will definitely be better than blue." You Tingshi smiled so much that he couldn't see his teeth, and said with a smile: "These unsuccessful descendants make His Highness smile." ”

The juniors have all retired, and the banquet has officially begun.

During the banquet, it was inevitable to carry out several rounds of wine orders, all of them were literati and scholars, so they made the law, and it was autumn at this time, so everyone was asked to make a poem, with the word "autumn", or related to autumn. This is the simplest liquor order, which should mean a low-key start.

Although Shen Mengxi learned some rhythmic poems when she was in college, she had no confidence in asking her to improvise poems. As for Princess Taiping's background, uh, it seems that she is not as good as her.

Mrs. Yan became an order, and first said: "The autumn moon is as empty as a jade mirror," and said that she drank a glass of wine.

Qingfeng heard her say the word "moon" first, and snorted dissatisfiedly behind him, Shen Mengxi quietly knocked on the seat, and Qingfeng quieted down.

Mrs. Qian Shikang continued: "The autumn breeze sends coolness around the sycamore. After speaking, he took a drink.

Mrs. Changshi did: "The autumn clouds are like a difficult thing to lean on," and also drink a cup.

Shen Mengxi continued: "The autumn leaves dye the Luoyang Palace red. "Raise your glass and drink it all.

Next, a few people also played a round, these people are all erudite and strong, the export is a chapter, and the poems they make, there are allusions, there are sources, rhyming duality, although it is improvised by six people, together, it is a strict and rhythmic law, breathtaking.

Mrs. Yan had already seen that Shen Mengxi was not very interested, and knew that she was not good at this, but the princess was noble, and it was the first time they met, and those noisy dice board orders and tossing orders were not suitable for playing, so she ordered people to sing and dance again, changed the wine, and served roast mutton.

There was the sound of drumming next door, and the cheers of the teenagers, and I don't know who made the good poem.

A Kunlun slave walked out of the corner of the courtyard, carrying a large silver plate with roasted mutton on it, entered the hall, knelt on the side of Shen Mengxi's desk, and a maid used a bamboo clip to sandwich a large piece of roasted bubbling lamb chops into the bamboo plate in front of Shen Mengxi, and quickly cut the meat into small pieces with a bamboo knife.

Kunlun Nu knelt down in front of Wu Youji again, and another maid stepped forward to wait, in an orderly manner.

Shen Mengxi's eyes followed the past, looking at this black man, he was sturdy, his bare skin was black and shiny, his hair was braided into small braids against his scalp, and because he lowered his head, he only saw that his lips were thick. The hands holding the plate were very thick, and the nails were very white.

Seeing Shen Mengxi looking at it, Mrs. Yan said a little proudly: "Your Royal Highness the Princess, this Kunlun slave was brought from Chang'an by the concubine's maiden nephew not long ago, if the princess takes a fancy to it, give it to the princess." ”

Shen Mengxi turned his gaze, shook his head and said, "Not interested." ”

Mrs. Yan only regarded Shen Mengxi as polite, and continued: "In Chang'an, it is most popular to use Kunlun slaves as domestic slaves, and there are some people who use Tianzhu and Persians, but they are not as easy to use as this Kunlun slave, can work, and are honest. This, I don't know how to speak our Chinese, it's a little troublesome, and the princess will be trained for a few days. Oh, the concubine is wrong, how can the princess not know this, the concubine is the class who got the axe. Hehe. ”

You Tingshi saw Shen Mengxi's impatient expression, and hurriedly hinted to his wife, Mrs. Yan stopped talking and didn't mention the Kunlun slave again.