What a? Two sons-in-law? If it weren't for Guan He being his senior brother, Jiang Yifan would almost have scolded.

Thanks to Ah Yan's strong pressure, he agreed to get married. Otherwise, according to him like this, he will become more and more out of shape, live for twenty or thirty years, and when he is old, he will still be alone, I don't know what kind of situation it will be that makes people speechless. At that time, he really had no shame to see the underground master.

"My father-in-law listens to dramas every day, but Brother Zheng likes to listen to books and drink tea, where will I meet him?" Jiang Yifan glared at Guan He.

For meat jokes or something, Jiang Yifan really didn't dare to pack tickets. The people who go in and out of the teahouse and the garden are all men, and it is the norm to tell and listen to meat jokes.

The entertainment items in this era are not as rich as Ye Xinyan's previous life, one is a big horn who sings, and learning a few plays is enough in this life.

It's the same with storytellers.,Several classic word books,Said by different people.,The charm and excitement of it are also different.,Similarly,A few familiar words can also be said for a lifetime.。

In the teahouse bookstore, in addition to a few classic books, there are also a variety of other stories, because there are not so many wonderful plots and contents, most of them are short-lived, and they are obliterated in a year and a half, or a year or two.

The capital is the most prosperous place in the Great Xia Dynasty, and this prosperity is manifested in all walks of life.

Zheng Pengfei's favorite thing is to listen to books, stay at home and listen to them for a while, and when he gets tired of listening to a few books in his hometown, he will travel, travel around the mountains and rivers, and then look for books to listen to elsewhere. Wait until you're tired and bored, and then go home. And so it went on and on, and so on for many years.

In order to entertain Zheng Pengfei, Jiang Yifan heard that this teahouse had launched a new script, and the reviews were not bad, so he invited him out.

According to the ideas of ordinary people, rich people can't stand the noise in the teahouse, and will invite someone to talk and listen to music in a private room or at home.

In fact, for professionals who listen to books and operas, what they want is not only the wonderful content of storytelling and singing, but also the lively atmosphere in the venue. When you hear the highlights, everyone applauds, and when you hear boredom or a book's misspeech, you "shhh" out together, and that feeling is called a beauty.

This is a different kind of enjoyment, and it is not something that people in this way will not understand.

Jiang Yifan and they came unfortunately, when they came, the storyteller had just finished a paragraph and retreated to rest. Now on the field is a little lady who sings.

The little lady was fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed simply but cleanly, although her face was not very beautiful, but it was also delicate, with fair skin, she looked very refreshing.

Although Jiang Yifan and Guan He don't come out to join in this kind of excitement, they can also see that this little lady who sings music is a newcomer. Although his voice was clear and bright enough, he was coaxed by the audience, and he was a little panicked when he looked at it.

Obviously, the clear water tune sung by the little lady is very inconsistent with the aesthetic experience of many swingers in the audience. Many people in the audience shouted that they wanted to listen to what Oiran song, eighteen touches, and ** accounts.

The little lady originally had a straight voice and sang very pleasantly, but she was so troubled by the gangsters in the audience that she began to stumble and go out of tune.

As soon as the people who sang the song came out, the audience made even more trouble.

The two middle-aged men who played the huqin and played the board on the stage couldn't see it, so they stopped, stood up, and kept bowing to the gentlemen in the audience, and kept saying things such as guest officer Bao Han and my family Nizi don't sing fan songs.

Even the shopkeeper of the teahouse came out to explain, but it was useless.

At this moment, let Guan He's crow mouth be right, and a middle-aged man in fancy clothes stood up in a position in the front of the teahouse.

"I don't want people to listen to a song!" With an angry face, he stretched out his hand, turned around and pulled around, and instructed a chief beside him: "In the long run, you go back to the house to find Lian Gui, and let him arrange a few guards to come over, and beat these prodigals who can't get on the stage to the master." ”

The people in the teahouse were still noisy or watching the excitement, and Guan He, who was sitting at a table at the back, smiled when he saw the man.

He stabbed Jiang Yifan, who had an ugly face, and said, "Yuanfan, didn't you say that your father-in-law only likes to watch dramas?" Why did you run out to listen to books? Your kid has been working hard all day, so it's a capsized boat in the gutter, right? ”

Zheng Pengfei doesn't like to listen to singing, at this time he is only interested in the surrounding environment, watching the scene into a scene, he feels quite interested.

was watching the excitement, but when he heard Guan He say this, he hurriedly focused his eyes on the man in fancy clothes.

"Yuanfan, this is your father-in-law? He is holding on to his grievances, but he can't help the people around him. Zheng Pengfei said, and subconsciously rolled up his sleeves, "Why don't we go up and help your father-in-law and beat out all those blind bastards." ”

We were born in martial arts, and the most beautiful thing is not to climb over the wall to be a thief, but to beat people all over the ground in public to find teeth, so that is enough to raise eyebrows and be majestic enough.

Now that they have excellent backers and help Ye Xinyan and her father, it is even more necessary to make a move.

There were originally four people at a table, but they arrived late and could only be squeezed together with two other people.

The people around were in a commotion, but the two of them could still hear Guan He and Zheng Pengfei talking, and they couldn't help but look at them twice.

Guan He also looked at Jiang Yifan with a smile, "Yuanfan, what do you say?" If you want to talk about it, the two of us will go up to help your father-in-law and ensure that he will stand proudly in the teahouse. ”

"Poof!" Is there anyone who talks like that? What the hell is the Aoli Teahouse?

The two outsiders who sat with Jiang Yifan and the three of them, one of them was caught off guard and squirted out the tea in his mouth. Fortunately, he lowered his head early and squirted a sip of tea on the ground. Otherwise, he is facing Guan He, if he sprays tea on Guan He's face, I am afraid that it will be another lively or a bloody case.

Jiang Yifan looked at the person who wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and kept apologizing, and said to Guan He angrily: "What's up, will it look good?" Stay here first, if the scene can't be contained, let's just take him out safely. ”

Ye Hongyang looked at the long term and squeezed out the door of the teahouse, and glanced around angrily before sitting down again, his eyes constantly scanning the little lady who was singing.

At this time, the middle-aged man who played the board played a few rhythmically, and the court was a little quiet.

Before the huqin sounded, an abrupt voice among the tea guests said, "Isn't this the eldest master of the Guogong Mansion?" As the eldest lord of the Guogong Mansion, it is still very easy to protect a little lady who sings songs. Little lady, don't look at it wrongly, beg this lord well, maybe this lord can give you a fortune. Our lord loves you for this tune. ”

The people in the audience were still talking and talking, and their eyes were also looking around, but when they suddenly heard such a voice, they immediately turned their attention to Ye Hongyang, the singing woman and the person just said.

The little lady on the stage was full of shame, and hurriedly covered her face with her sleeves and retreated behind the man who played the huqin. I want to talk about "Women's Beauty" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~