Danfeng Mansion, east of the sea, back to the mountain. Because the mountains stretch and the topography is like spreading its wings, it is named.

Rising in the morning and dispersing at night, with the rising sun, Danfeng Mansion is gradually lively.

Danyang Street is full of traffic, tourists are weaving, ushering in the past between the marches, inevitably rubbing shoulders, smiling and smiling with each other, a harmonious picture.

However, if you look closely, you will find that most of the horses, vehicles and pedestrians are going in one direction.

Some newcomers can't help but crane their necks to watch in curiosity when they see this scene.

The vendor on the side said enthusiastically: "They all go to Wangdao Street." ”

Some people who didn't know the reason asked one or two more questions, and the enthusiastic peddler said: "Go to Fumanlou to listen to the book, and you will know." ”

Fumanlou is a tea house, in the early years, only served refreshments, although the business is not bad, but it is also a good door.

Only one day there was suddenly a storyteller in the teahouse, and since then the teahouse has become prosperous, and to this day, Danfeng Mansion has "want to know about Danfeng, go to Fumanlou", this sentence is widely spread in Danfeng Mansion.

At this moment, Fumanlou is really full of people, inside and outside full of people, there are visitors from other places who come to visit, and there are also locals who are used to coming to drink tea and listen to books in the morning, all say that they do not go to Fumanlou for a day, and they are uncomfortable.

Everyone is miscellaneous, they don't know each other, gossip a few words to each other, laugh and scold in the teahouse, and the chatter is also harmonious.

"Smack~" woke up and was shocked.

Everyone looked up and saw a thin gray-clothed old man standing in front of the desk in the hall, the old man had white hair and was full of energy, and he was the storyteller of the teahouse.

The noisy teahouse was quiet in an instant, and the needle drop could be heard.

The storyteller raised his hand to brush his goatee, cleared his throat, picked up the folding fan and waved it twice, and when everyone's eyes in the teahouse were cast, he smiled with satisfaction: "Today, the old man came to a little Feng'er in a dream, and the drunk and reckless man strayed into the boudoir." ”

"Hey, didn't you say that this teahouse has a history of Danfeng, how can it talk about the love of these children." There were guests in the teahouse who came to visit, and a puzzled look appeared on their faces.

A regular customer of the teahouse said with a smile: "It's just a little bit of a matter in total, this old man has been talking back and forth for a few years, and I can recite it backwards." ”

The teahouse burst into laughter!

The newcomers to this place were dissatisfied: "If you want to hear that this wind and snow are everywhere, why should I rush here early in the morning." ”

At this moment, I saw a silver ingot of white flowers falling from the sky, although it looked very powerful, but it fell on the storyteller's tea table impartially, and there was not even a single movement.

The old man looked up, this silver was thrown from the east of the second floor, the upstairs are all boxes, the Fumanlou is full of guests all year round, and you have to hurry up to find a place.

The storyteller raised his hand and said, "Little old man, thank you for the reward." Rushed upstairs and hurriedly arched his hand, this was the first time he had met such a generous son in many years.

Everyone also looked up and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy lying on the railing outside the east wing, smiling at the storyteller: "When we first came to your place, we would like to ask the old gentleman to tell me about this Wangdao Street." ”

The young man had a smile on his face, and his two thick eyebrows were slightly curved, as if he had been smiling all the time, his eyebrows and eyes were handsome, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his appearance was good.

Everyone secretly said in their hearts: What a handsome young man.

Looking at a few people sitting behind the young man, the girl on the left is dressed in red, although she can only see the side face, she can also see that her face is like a hibiscus, extremely beautiful, with a smile on her face, and she is talking and communicating with the person opposite.

And on the opposite side is also a girl, dressed in a tender yellow dress, with a delicate appearance, but her skin is as white as paper, and she seems to be a little too pale.

Next to the girl in yellow is a son, dressed in black, dignified in appearance, dignified body, sitting lazily, feeling that someone is looking over, a pair of eyes like a cold star sweeping, making people can't help but shiver, so domineering.

The idlers of the teahouse retracted their gazes, and secretly admired in their hearts, I don't know where the distinguished guests in the wing room came from, they are handsome men and beautiful women.

This young man is a play, and the others in the east wing are Shen Lingjun and others.

That day, Shen Changfeng and Tang Tang left Yongning Mansion one after another, Shen Lingjun was discussing with Ye Qingzhi where to go next, and Su Mu came over to resign. It turned out that his second sister had just become pregnant, and it was naturally inconvenient for his brother-in-law to leave, but he had promised to go to Danfeng Mansion to attend the wedding banquet, and because the two families had business dealings, it was not good to save face, so he bothered Su Mu to run away.

After Su Mu left, Shen Lingjun thought for a while, slapped the table and said, "Just go to Danfeng Mansion." ”

Therefore, Shen Lingjun and his group also just arrived at Danfeng Mansion, first put their luggage and horses in the inn, and a few people walked in the market, like other outsiders, out of curiosity, came to Fumanlou.

The storyteller turned out to be a little uncertain, this Danfeng Tonggong is such a little thing, it is indeed as other locals said, they are tired of talking, but visitors from other places are clamoring to hear a new thing, it was not easy to get an idea, but now it is ......

The storyteller woke up and patted him: "Then this son, the little old man will tell all the officials here today about this royal street." ”

The teahouse instantly fell silent again, leaving only the voice of the old storyteller.

"If we want to talk about this royal street, we have to first mention the family of Wang Changsheng Wang, who is holding a wedding today." The storyteller arched his hand in the direction of the Wang family, and took another sip of tea.

Then he shook the folding fan and said slowly: "Master Wang is in his old age this year, and the only son who is married today is less than eighteen, and some officials asked, why is the two of them so far apart?" ”

The storyteller got enough of the tone, and said leisurely: "This has to go back to twenty years ago, when this street was still called Xuedao Street, and all kinds of shops were dazzling, each with its own specialty, but ......"

The old storyteller slapped the wood again, and everyone was engrossed, so they listened to him: "One night, a nameless fire burned from it, and instantly burned a whole row of houses, and suddenly the fire soared into the sky, mourning all over the field, and countless dead and wounded, and the charred corpses were lined up in a row, which could be three feet away. ”

The old storyteller's tone was sad, as if he brought everyone back to the night of the fire, and said slowly: "At that time, everyone was immersed in grief and couldn't extricate themselves, and Master Wang's family ran out of him, and his parents, wives and children all died in this fire. ”

Some of the older people in the hall also sighed, they still remember the fire vividly, and some visitors and younger locals did not know it, but they also sighed.

"But at this time, Wang Changsheng and Master Wang did something." The storyteller said: "He went to some friends to borrow money, and with the rest of his money from the charred house, he bought all the timber in the surrounding area overnight, and then resold it to his neighbors to build houses, and made a lot of money." Then he turned to timber to make a fortune, and got involved in other businesses, and within two years, he had become the richest man in Danfeng Mansion, and that street was renamed Wangdao Street. ”

"If you want me to say, this old man Wang is also hard-hearted, and he is not sad at all when his parents, wife and children die, and he takes care of his business." After listening to this, someone said shamelessly.

Some people also laughed at him: "Either you can't open the pot now, or your heart is not iron enough." ”

Everyone laughed and chatted.

In the east wing, Zhao Qi stretched lazily: "A person like Wang Changsheng must have some achievements wherever he puts it, but unfortunately he didn't join the army." ”

Ye Qingzhi took a sip of tea and glanced at him with her eyes: "It's possible that those who are soldiers don't pay attention to family ethics and only care about fame and fortune." ”

Zhao Qi was a little helpless: "Girl, you deliberately raised the bar with me." ”

Los Angeles turned his head when he was playing, and when he didn't see his boss deflated.

Shen Lingjun was a little bored with his head propped up, his fingers drew circles on the table, secretly thinking that the wood should go to the banquet now, I don't know when it will be over, whether I should go to him.

In the middle of July, the osmanthus has been fragrant, and as soon as the breeze is sent, the room is full of a faint fragrance of flowers.

Shen Lingjun walked to the window, and sure enough, there was a cinnamon plant downstairs, and the golden flowers were hanging all over the branches, swaying with the wind, and the sky was soft and fragrant.

Shen Lingjun held his elbows on the windowsill and looked out, after the morning market, there were not as many pedestrians on the street as before, and there were still a lot, although Danfeng Mansion was not as expensive as Luoyang, it was also quite prosperous in the end.

Just looked at it casually, and suddenly his gaze stopped.

Under the locust tree at the end of the street, a person walked slowly, walking calmly, with a handsome posture like a Lanzhi jade tree, dressed in pure white and elegant clothes, looking rich and elegant. It's closer, but when you meet, your eyebrows are like ink paintings, and your eyes are like autumn peach blossoms. It's just that his expression is indifferent, and his black eyes are like deep ice, so that people can't approach easily.

Shen Lingjun's eyes lit up, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he turned his back to Zhao Qi and left a sentence: "I'll leave for a while." ”

With a slight leap, he flew straight out of the window, fell behind the man in white, and then took two steps backwards, level with the other party.

At this time, the white-clothed figure also stopped, Shen Lingjun stretched out his hand and put his hand on the other party's shoulder, tilted his head back and smiled: "Brother Tai is so familiar." ”

The beautiful man in white was naturally Su Musha, who attended the wedding banquet for his second brother-in-law, when he saw Shen Lingjun suddenly appear in front of him, his eyes flashed with surprise, and then he was not noticeable with joy, his face was still calm, and he said, "You are here too." ”

Shen Lingjun was about to speak, when he saw a commotion in the crowd, and as he looked at it, the pink fragrance was fragrant, and then the lilac gauze skirt entered his eyes. The woman's light gauze covered her face still can't cover her stunning face, especially her graceful posture, like a willow swinging in the wind. When the men around saw it, they couldn't help but whisper softly, just look at it elegantly, and some self-proclaimed or second-rate people simply stared at the girl and kept staring.

Shen Lingjun secretly sighed twice, eating color, and sex.

The woman probably got used to it, and she didn't care, so she just walked forward until she walked three steps in front of Shen Lingjun, staring at Shen Lingjun's hand on Su Mu's shoulder, with a surprised expression.

Looking at the posture, Shen Lingjun no longer knew that this woman was looking for Su Musha, she was too dull. coughed dryly twice, and patted Su Musha before putting down his hand: "Looking for you." ”

Su Musha turned around and glanced at the woman: "What's the matter?" ”