Wu Laoer's tea shed is just the name on the signboard, like a person who is humble. In this Tianhuoyu, where the rich and noble gather, there will definitely be no low-end places such as tea sheds.

This is a large open hall with extremely elaborate decoration, where guests can drink tea and listen to music, and spend time.

The spacious hall is more than ten zhang long and wide, the white jade paved ground, it looks rich and unusual, hundreds of carved tea tables are lined up one after another, scholars and scribes, rough clothes and men of all colors sit down in front of the table, while drinking tea, while enjoying the singing music on the stage in the shed.

Five or six Xiao Si, with clean eyebrows and eyes, draped in white cloth on their shoulders and holding copper kettles, shuttled back and forth between the tea tables, responding to the greetings of the guests.

Xu Feng squinted at the girl on the stage, looking Zhouzheng, with peach blossoms in her eyes, sitting on a high stool.

The stool was of moderate height, and the spectators sitting below could just see the plump thighs that the plain brocade robe could not hide.

Most of the young people in the audience came from the remote states and counties of the dynasty, and they had studied hard in the school for several years.

The teenagers couldn't stop applauding, and they didn't think they were wasting money, and they frequently shouted loudly, asking Xiao Er to add tea and snacks, and generously give rewards, in order to attract the attention of the girls on the stage.

The pipa was erected on his lap, stopped in his arms, singing and playing, and saw a guest sitting down, with a pair of apricot blossom round eyes, and glanced at Xu Feng and the three of them at will, and the romance was infinite.

"Good, that's good, Yingdu is good. Li Ke said.

"The girl in the earthen kiln in Lijiazhuang, asked her to sing a song, her face was as ugly as her dead father, son, look at this, tsk, this is called real singing. ”

"It's not the same, in the whole world, rich is the master. Jiang Liao said heavily.

He didn't want to be influenced by the students around him who were in high spirits, so he threw the black rod to the side at will, and began to close his eyes to recuperate.

Xu Feng has always been a person who enjoys life and has high requirements for the quality of life. In Li Ke's private evaluation, he is lazy and loves to spend money.

Cocking Erlang's legs, while sipping tea, he knocked on the edge of the table, and beat the beat with a small song.

"The merry boy is talented, and he made that promise before the moon, Miss Fair, she is a poor person, and she complains bitterly and sheds tears...... Let's go to the mandarin duck tent tonight, and throw ...... on the side of the road in the Ming Dynasty."

The song is subdued and frustrated, the singing is correct and round, and it deliberately carries the children's dialect of Yingducheng, which sounds full of charm.

The song has been sung like this, and in the chaotic hall where hundreds of people drink tea, the voice is neither high-pitched and disturbing, nor can it be broken out of the drama, emphasizing that it is comfortable and appropriate, giving people a hearty mood of sprinkling a lot of silver flowers.

But Xu Feng faintly felt that there was a pair of eyes in the hall, staring at him as if they were nothing.

Half an hour passed, and the singing girl blessed the audience and wanted to rest in the back.

Countless cheers erupted between the tea seats. A few students with slightly luxurious clothes shouted loudly: "The little lady's skills are good, can I sing alone tonight, son?"

"Lady have a good rest, good tea moistens her throat, brother, I can wait!"

The girl took the jade hand like a shallot, covered her mouth and smiled, and glanced at the highest-shouting spectators, the wind glanced at it a few times, and once again blessed it, Tingting walked off the stage.

The commotion gradually died down, and there was a flickering sound in the hall greeting Xiao Er.

Taking advantage of the gap, Xu Feng also called Xiao Er and asked for a few taels of cooked beef and half a pot of soju, which was counted as dinner for three people.

The young masters who came here to eat tea all had the same plans as Xu Feng and them, spending less money and spending some time, so they were basically poor.

Of course, among these joyful crowds, there are also some talented people who sit upright, holding scrolls, and their faces are full of glory, and they seem to be deaf to the noise, just silently reading poetry and books.

There are also some well-dressed Jianghu guests, or ordinary casual cultivators, who do not forget to secretly breathe and practice while listening to music.

A scribe at the next table, tall, probably from the cold Shuozhou in the north, was dressed in a black fluff coat, and his elegant atmosphere was set off with a bit of Jianghu flavor.

He said angrily: "The rivers are going down, the rivers are going down! The corrupt officials of Yingdu have all reached out to the Tsing Yi test! Thinking that during the reign of Emperor Minglu, the Tsing Yi test was a great event for the government and the people to enjoy together, and now it has become a tool for the government to collect money. ”

"Brother Ren, let's be quiet," a scribe next to him looked down and whispered: "The time is different, now the eyes of the government are everywhere, and it is not a small crime to criticize the government." ”

"Hmph, don't let me say if you dare to do it. ”

The scribe who had just persuaded him lowered his voice and said, "Brother Ren may not know that this Tsing Yi test should be arranged in the field, and it is all handled by Yin of Yingdu Mansion. Today's Fu Yin is vicious and mean, and he is extremely greedy for money, and he even sees a penny of silver in his eyes. It is said that such a trivial matter as the Dragon and Tiger List, the dignified Yingdu Mansion Yin does not have to interfere in person, this guy is good, he personally sits outside Tianhuo Yu to collect cash!"

"Thief!" said the leather-clad scribe, slamming the book in his hand on the table.

"Silence, brother, I don't want to get into trouble. Another student at the table looked panicked and hurried to reassure him.

"Why do you say that the imperial court promoted such officials? ”

"As the saying goes, those who are the best must have something extraordinary. It is rumored that this Yingdu Mansion Yin is extremely ugly, with hanging feet and eyes, garlic nose, thin mouth and long beard, like a house mouse. ”

"I think it's a kura mouse!" said the student at the other table, interjecting from the next seat.

Although this person's face is ugly, his scheming is profoundly abnormal, he does not leave a trace of control for the official, he has been blindly greedy for ink and silver money for decades, and then he has used various means to get to the top. It is rumored that he is very favored by the emperor, and some people say that he will be promoted soon, and in addition to Fu Yin, he will also serve as the head of the ink prison. ”

"For this kind of thing, the head of the Ink Prison is an important position. ”

"Who's to say it's not, in times of war......"

Xu Feng's mind moved slightly, and after listening to a paragraph, he deduced in his heart that the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked bureaucrat sitting in front of the stall at the foot of the mountain turned out to be the governor of the imperial capital of the dynasty, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

He didn't want to hear it anymore, so the buzzing of the hall resounded in his ears, but his mind spread out, consciously or unconsciously, searching for the gaze that was secretly watching him.

On the more than 100 tea tables, Xu Feng poked out a total of sixty-seven cultivators, and the person who secretly paid attention to himself must be among these sixty-seven people, but he couldn't determine which one of them it was.

can't find the other party, but the other party can stare at him, which can only show that the person's cultivation is far above his own.

In the midst of a chaotic situation, it is very uncomfortable to be watched by a calm gaze all the time, although this gaze does not mean danger or provocation.

Mo is not a certain sect of Yunmeng, and he has been chasing all the way here. Xu Feng thought, but felt that it was unlikely.

As soon as the beef was put on the table, Jiang Liao naturally woke up and grabbed the best piece unceremoniously.

After eating a few bites, I felt that the beef in the north was a little heavy, so I went to get the wine jug on the table.

With a slight force, the flask seemed to stick to the tabletop, and it didn't even move.

Jiang Liao looked up at Xu Feng suspiciously, the meaning in Xu Feng's eyes was very clear, and Jiang Liao reacted instantly.

Just as the two were about to co-star in a big drama and find out the person who was secretly spying, Xu Feng suddenly found that that feeling was gone.

On one side of the vacated table, there was one more person.

An old man, with his hair in a sharp bun, his clothes shabby, and dirty, as if he hadn't washed it for more than ten years.

At some point, there was an extra dirty Taoist priest at the table, which startled Li Ke and exclaimed, "That Taoist priest!"

The old man ignored it, and a pair of small eyes swept around Xu Feng and Jiang Liao.

This kind of filth and filth reminded Xu Feng of the scholar in Sendai, so he asked with a smile, "What does the old immortal command?"

Lao Dao was slightly startled, a smile appeared on his face, and he was very satisfied with the title of old immortal.

"Fortune telling. The voice carried a sense of vicissitudes, as if it was not spoken by the person next to him, but from the distant past.

Hearing the word fortune-telling, Li Ke suddenly thought of the You Fang Langzhong under the mountain, and subconsciously tightened his belt.

The old man seemed to know Li Ke's thoughts, and turned his head to Xu Feng and said, "It's free." ”

Xu Feng suddenly became interested.

"As long as there is no fighting, everything is easy to say. ”

The Taoist priest smiled, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"There is only one circumstance in which a fortune teller does not accept money from a guest. Xu Feng paused and said: "It's the guest's life, and it's not even worth the fortune-telling money." ”

The old man didn't expect Xu Feng to pull out such a sentence, shook his head slightly, and was about to say something, but Xu Feng spoke again: "But I don't care." ”

The appreciation in Lao Dao's eyes was even stronger.

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