Just listening to the changing music in the courtyard, the rhythm is cheerful, which makes people feel happy when they listen to it, and they just want to dance along.

Out of nowhere, a group of dancing girls poured up, there were sixty or seventy people, like a group of girls who came to see the excitement, and then quickly lined up in a phalanx, dancing with the music, dancing together, gestures, opening and closing, all of them looked happy, looking forward to the brilliance, very infectious.

Shen Mengxi is not very interested in dance, she pays attention to the costumes of these dancing girls, which are gorgeous and exquisite, and it must be a large expense, and these musicians and dancing girls of more than 100 people are a lot of expenses. Shen Mengxi secretly said in her heart, it seemed that she would not save more money than her private soldiers.

At this time, the social status of the dancing girl was lowly and belonged to the lowly class, but the dance itself was widely valued. Princes and nobles, civil ministers, military generals, and literati all took pleasure in performing dances and were proud of being proficient in dance. Often at the time of the party, regardless of the level of status, they will find an opportunity to dance a song and win praise from the audience.

Taiping also likes to dance, and will also dance Hu Xuan Hu, and often enter the palace to dance for the queen of heaven in the past. But Shen Mengxi was not interested, and he never skipped it.

At the end of the large-scale group dance, Mrs. Changshi danced a neon dress dance, this lady is twenty-one or twelve years old, with thin eyebrows and long eyes, cherry mouth, white face, face red, ring ding, step by step lotus, to the middle of the yard, with a gust of autumn wind, she raised her hand, showing a delicate figure, soft waist, dancing softly with dance music, the dance clothes are colorful, the dance posture is beautiful, as if the Nine Heavens Fairy came to the world, everyone looks like a drunken fascination.

Shen Mengxi had seen better literary and artistic programs, and she was not very interested, but she just stared at the large piece of skin exposed on Mrs. Changshi's chest, and was secretly worried that she would move too much, which would make the spring light, until the end of the song, Mrs. Changshi smiled and saluted, and she was relieved.

On the second day, Thorn Shi did not dare to take everyone to the land of wind and moon, but fortunately, Bianzhou was surrounded by five lakes and four rivers, and there were many places where you could enjoy the scenery. Shen Mengxi was also curious about how prosperous Kaifeng City, the ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties, known as Tokyo Menghua, was the place where the future Qingming Riverside Picture was created, so a group of people went on the painting boat and toured.

To be honest, Shen Mengxi really wanted to wear cloth clothes, step on the stone road, and slowly feel the humanistic history of the ancient city.

But she "doesn't qualify."

At this moment, the painting boat, running on the Bianhe River, two three-story painting boats, divided into men and women, red columns, green eaves, light gauze curtains, clothes and sideburns.

The sound of the guqin came from the painting boat in the distance, and a female voice floated along the autumn breeze on the river, "Seeing the autumn breeze in Luoyang City, I want to write a book." I can't say enough in a hurry, and the pedestrians are about to open the seal. (This is a poem written a hundred years later, and it is far-fetched to use it here.) ）

The singing voice is beautiful and delicate, full of nostalgia, and I sang it over and over again, but I don't know if it was the singer who was homesick, or the guest who ordered the song was homesick.

The small painting boat was left behind, and Shen Mengxi laughed at the word "Kaifeng" in the poem, which coincided with the future name of Bianzhou, and was secretly surprised.

Suddenly there was an interest, so he ordered Qingfeng to take the flute, stand on the side of the ship, look at the bustling streets not far away, and play a song "The Original Scenery of Hometown", in the melody, Shen Mengxi seems to see the high-rise buildings and the fertile farms with black soil...... Lu'er felt the emotion of the music, and stretched out her little hand uneasily, holding her mother's skirt, and everyone in the painting boat had never heard this song, immersed in it, and had their own thoughts.

At the end of the song, Shen Mengxi saw that everyone was stunned and smiled, "It's ugly." ”

Mrs. Yan shook her senses first and praised her.

But on the painting boat that listened to the parallel, Yan Jikang stroked the dong flute lightly, and also blew "The Original Scenery of Hometown", the first time was not very proficient, and the second time was already the sound of the flute.

The young man is dressed in white, full of youth, and is really a beautiful beauty.

Lu'er bit her fingers, tilted her head and listened for a while, pointed at Yan Jikang, and then looked at her mother, "A-Niang, he learns from you." ”

Shen Mengxi smiled and stroked his youngest daughter's hair, "He's very smart." ”

Lu'er nodded, "Very smart." ”

Mrs. Yan watched her nephew interact with the princess like this, remembering what she had heard last night, the rumors in Luoyang City that Yan Twelve was the face of the princess, and she was puzzled, and she didn't think it was like it when she looked closely, but the two were obviously acquainted, especially the nephew's demeanor was quite unnatural, and she couldn't help but be a little worried in her heart, and sighed secretly.

It was another day of fun and fatigue, and it was still a feast at night, Shen Mengxi complained bitterly, swearing that the city behind him must hide his tracks, or not enter the city, this kind of entertainment is too hard.

The dinner was a send-off banquet, because the group was going to be in a hurry tomorrow morning.

You Tingshi and his wife struggled to keep it, as if they had been friends for many years, and they regretted that they didn't have a good time in a hurry. Shen Mengxi didn't bother to respond to them, only said that the next journey was far away, and if he still took this road on the return trip, he might be fated to meet again, and invited them to Luoyang to be guests at the princess's mansion.

The banquet was still a poem and dance, Yan Twelve also danced a set of swordsmanship in the courtyard, and Wu You praised him: "Yan Langjun is both civil and military, he is really a talent of handsome and a pillar!" Mrs. Yan was humble again.

The dancing girls are still those dancing girls, but the name of the dance has changed, and even the costumes are not the same.

In the end, it was the sturdy Kunlun slave, holding a roast suckling pig up, still lowering his eyebrows, holding a big silver plate in front of Shen Mengxi's case, a maid in the copper basin after repeatedly cleaning her hands, holding a bamboo knife and bamboo fork, gently slicing meat, the pig skin made a fine and crisp cutting sound, stimulating people's hearing, the air was full of the aroma of barbecue, more tempting drooling, the maid cut the first piece of loin under the slice into small slices, put it in a white porcelain plate, raised it high above her head, bowed to Shen Mengxi, Qingfeng reached out and took it, tasted a piece, Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, burnt and delicious, Shen Mengxi nodded again and again and stretched out his thumb.

You Tingshi nodded happily and ordered the maid to continue to slice meat.

Just when everyone thought that the servant girl was going to raise the knife to continue to slice the meat, a vision suddenly appeared, the servant girl held the knife in her right hand, and her left hand broke on the blade, revealing a steel blade, flashing with a cold light, between the lightning and flint, the servant girl fit and pounced on Shen Mengxi, and the steel blade pointed directly at her left chest, which was a posture that would hit the blow, leaving no room for retreat. Kunlun Nu, who was holding a silver plate, also pulled out a long knife from under the plate and stabbed towards Shen Mengxi.

The servant girl behind Wu Youji threw the wine jug in her hand and smashed it at Kunlun Nu's long knife, and the person also jumped up to block it. Qingfeng pounced over to block Shen Mengxi's body, but the assassinated servant girl was too close, and in a moment of exhalation and inhalation, the steel blade had already pierced Shen Mengxi's left chest, but Kunlun Nu's long knife was missed, slashing at the stabbing maid, and the tin pot bounced towards Wu Youji, so frightened that he subconsciously shrank into a ball, and his head almost got under the case.