It's night, Yanqing Building.

Yanqing Tower is located in the west of Siyang City, which is one of the most prosperous areas.

The Seven Emperors Palace of the Son of Heaven is not allowed to build high-rise buildings for ten miles, and there is no noisy and noisy business, although it is solemn, it still lacks some lively atmosphere.

Yanqing Building is surrounded by avenues extending in all directions, with many jewelry, tailors, pharmacies and other shops, and the crowd of people coming and going, in this hot new building and old building, the brightly lit Yanqing Building stands in its center, proud of all the surrounding residential buildings.

If you stand on the top of Yanqing, what you feel is the dizziness of overlooking all living beings.

The building is quiet, only the bel canto of Sizhu Yale and the female singer, which is by no means as noisy and lively as ordinary restaurants.

On the top floor, there is only one side room, and only one table of guests is served at a night.

On the attic in the center of the building, a group of actors are wearing costumes, and a beautiful female dancer is holding a water sleeve in her hand, babbling and singing:

"The storm outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion,

Where the sorrow breaks the silence.

I saw a sedan chair through the curtain,

Presumably it is a newlywed crossing the magpie bridge.

Laughter on auspicious days,

Why did the shark beads turn into tears and throw ——? ”（1)

Under the attic, there was a small table, behind which a young man was sitting, shaking his head with his eyes closed.

In front of him was a jade bottle filled with crystal clear wine.

There is a pair of jade chopsticks on the side of the jade bottle, but there is no food in front of it.

It is the son of Taifu, Taiming.

"My lord, please use a tea cake."

A servant served a small plate on a silver-bottomed tray with gold, in which lay four small and clear pastries, the crust of which was white and green, extremely elastic and light.

It is wrapped in a fine bean paste filling, and the skin is even more fragrant with tea.

Half of the snacks that accompany the wine should be spicy, and the spicy ones should be made up with sweet ones.

The tea cake in Yanqing Building can be said to be the best in Siyang, I heard that the imperial dining room will not do it, if the emperor wants to eat it, he can only send someone to buy it from Yanqing Building.

The tea cake was brought to Taiming, he opened his eyes slightly, but he didn't move his chopsticks, only leaned over slightly and sniffed it.

Then, he sighed and shook his head.

So, the subordinate didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly removed the small plate, and turned around and put it directly into the table drawer, that is, the leftover cage.

"What's wrong with you?"

A middle-aged man walked up from the steps behind him with a smile and happened to see this scene.

This is the owner of Yanqing Building.

He didn't turn around, on the contrary, he didn't move, still listening to the play with his eyes closed.

When the middle-aged man walked to his side, he opened his eyes and showed a smile: "Boss Gong, business is booming." ”

Boss Gong waved his hand and bowed slightly: "It has always been our honor for Lord Tantai to come to Yanqing Building, if this tea cake is not to the taste of adults, I will ask someone to send some other snacks......

"Not necessarily."

Tan Taiming shook his head, his eyes still looking at the female dan on the stage: "I just want to eat tea cakes today." ”

Hearing him say this, Boss Gong was stunned: "That's just ......"

"Ugh."

Before he finished speaking, Taiming sighed: "Tea cake, tea cake, isn't it that tea must be used well?" ”

Boss Gong was silent, and only then did he speak in a good voice: "What kind of tea do you think Lord Tantai should use?" ”

Tan Taiming smiled, and finally turned his gaze from the top and looked into Boss Gong's eyes.

"I don't know, I just thought I was here to eat tea cakes, but I didn't expect to teach you to make tea cakes."

The air seemed to cool down all of a sudden, and Boss Gong bit his lower lip and didn't make a sound.

Only the one who lifted the string was still babbling and making noise.

Yu Taiming raised his hand slightly.

So the sound of the strings and the singing suddenly stopped.

Dead.

Silent.

"Haha!"

Tan Taiming suddenly laughed out loud, as if he had suddenly heard a very funny joke, and he leaned back and laughed.

"Uh, uh, haha, haha."

Boss Gong laughed with him, and his smile was a little stiff.

"Okay, Boss Gong, don't panic."

Yu Taiming gently swept the stage with his fingers, and the troupe immediately stood up quietly, quietly packed up the things on the stage, and left the attic.

The lights were also extinguished, and on the top floor of the Yanqing Building, only the bright light from downstairs and the starry sky outside the window remained.

"I called you here because I know that you really want to inquire about the events of the past two days."

He picked up his glass and studied the contents.

"You are worried that the assassination of Your Highness was done by the Department of National Justice, and they dare to do this because they already have certainty in their hands."

"No, no, just curious, curious......"

Boss Gong wiped his sweat.

Tan Taiming smiled disapprerovingly: "You don't have to hide it, I'm not my father, if you can't take care of this level, you can't afford to open this Yanqing Building." ”

He tilted his head and poured the wine into his throat with a pleasant sigh.

"At present, it is difficult for the Department of National Law to do this."

After hearing this, Boss Gong said with some eagerness: "Then, who else dares to assassinate the saint, it is the ...... of the country."

"Smack!"

Tan Taiming slammed the wine glass on the table with a slight force, interrupting Boss Gong's words.

"Be cautious in your words and deeds, the National Finance Division has nothing to do with this matter."

He said it word for word.

Boss Gong nodded hurriedly.

"Besides, according to the feedback from my subordinates, I'm afraid that the murderer's target is not the emperor, and he slaughtered the teahouse, but I'm afraid that the Department of National Justice wants to catch this person more than us."

Yu Taiming smacked his lips.

Xinran Teahouse, taking the relationship between the Department of National Law, they are very clear.

Tan Taiming poured himself another glass, stood up with his wine glass, turned his back to Boss Gong and said:

"The matter of An Haijin has already given them a knife, and the matter in Haizhou will only be better after that. You go about business as usual, don't worry. ”

"If so, it's very good, then, don't bother Lord Tantai, what else do you need for wine and food? I'm ......."

He only raised his hand and swept it lightly with the same gesture he had sent the troupe away.

So Boss Gong also waited for others to retreat, and he was the only one left on the top floor.

"Han Dongwen ......"

He muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Your life is so big, it can be regarded as God bless my Tantai family."

He raised his head again, drank another glass of wine, walked to the window lattice, and hummed softly:

"There are all the rich in the world.

There is also hunger, cold, and sorrow,

There are also frustrated and crying bitterly.

The people in the sedan car play a different tune,

There must be hidden emotions in the heart

……

”（2)

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In the dormitory.

Han Dongwen had already walked around the room again and again.

"Ten, seven, fifty!"

He felt something tickle at the root of his teeth.

Sixty-seven gold dollars, how is he going to conjure it up?

Ten minutes earlier, he had slapped his thigh.

"I'll take something and let the little red bean go out of the palace and sell it to the pawn shop!"

But now, he's on his eighth lap.

There are a lot of things, such as gold-inlaid enamel mirrors and pearl-grinding pens, which look like things that are in excellent condition.

However, the pen rests down, and the back of the enamel mirror is all engraved with dragon and phoenix models, and you can know at a glance that it is something in the palace.

Let a palace maid go out with the things in the palace?

That's going to kill your head!

Anyone who is not a fool knows that he should turn this palace maid around and send him to the official.

"No......"

Han Dongwen sat back on the bed and pulled his hair.

Don't say he has it, the biggest thing that passed through his hand was Li Zai's twenty gold dollars.

I've already given it to the little red bean, how embarrassed to come back!

And even if he comes back, after deducting the five gold yuan reimbursed to Xiao Hongdou, the rest is only fifteen.

"Fifteen ......"

It's pretty close to seventeen.

Han Dongwen gritted his back molars in annoyance, and looked helplessly at himself in the enamel mirror.

"Could it be that I'm really going to be poor and lose my bones?"

P.S (1)(2): Selected from the Cheng School Peking Opera Repertoire "Suolin Bag", excerpts from "Spring and Autumn Pavilion".