Mingchunlou is different from other shops, a few years ago, a wealthy businessman in Jiangsu and Zhejiang obtained the consent of the Lu family, demolished the old teahouse, and built a three-story teahouse by himself, the style of architectural decoration is southern, and it has attracted many literati and scholars from the south of the Yangtze River and students who came to Beijing to study, and the business is very prosperous.

But Lu Wenjing's predecessor didn't like it, and even disliked it.

Because the predecessor often went to the old teahouse with poetry friends to taste tea and chant poetry, and he was already accustomed to the simple ancient style there, the teahouse was demolished with Lu Zhenji's approval, and there was a gap with his father for this reason.

But those are all memories of the predecessor, and Lu Wenjing is not as hypocritical as him.

Literati, where can't they be riotous, and where else can they choose?

"What, you don't welcome me in Mingchun Building?" Lu Wenjing said with a smile.

"Young Master Lu laughed, you are the young owner of our old street, how dare you be small..."

Liu Siyi raised his chin, "In that case, why don't you arrange a seat for the young master soon?" ”

"Good... Come with me, both of you. ”

The teaman made a gesture of please, led Lu Wenjing and Liu Si into the teahouse, and on the vacated stage, a Kunqu opera "Pipa Story" was being performed, and Zhao Wuniang was burying her in-laws and going to Beijing to find her husband.

"There are people here who are not happy, and I also ask Young Master Lu and Steward Liu to move upstairs..."

"Please lead the way."

Lu Wenjing listened to this singing, and it was actually very pleasant, and he responded smoothly, and was taken up to the third floor by the teahouse.

The top floor is a good place to watch the play, not only is it isolated from the noisy vocals, but the voice of the singer is very clear, and it is obvious that the whole teahouse is carefully designed.

However, at the best table, a young man had already taken a seat.

Lu Wenjing had no intention of looking at it, the man was about the same age as himself, he had an elegant posture, his face was as smooth as jade, and a pair of Danfeng eyes were full of luster, although his appearance was soft, he was not half of the gloom, and he was the type that particularly aroused the love of women at that time.

In comparison, Lu Wenjing is a typical northerner, not only tall, but also angular, very handsome, coupled with a detached temperament that is different from his predecessor, giving people a sense of security that can be relied on.

The two can be said to be the top representatives of the two in the field of appearance, but in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, when the south wind prevailed, it was the young man's elegant style that was more popular.

"What's the matter today, Yang Gongzi came so early?" The tea man touched his head and turned to face the two of them, "I'm sorry, Young Master Lu, the best position was taken by Yang Gongzi first..."

"Young Master Yang? Last name Yang? ”

From the memory of his predecessor, Lu Wenjing couldn't find any intersection with this son surnamed Yang, but looking at his gestures, the official style that he inadvertently revealed, it is very likely that he is a high-ranking official and nobleman.

Liu Si said in a low voice:

"Young master, that person is Yang Ting and Yang Ge Lao's son, Yang Shen."

Yang Shen? Sure enough, I met a big celebrity!

Yang Tinghe, the father of this beautiful man, combines the emperor's division and cabinet power, and is a great figure in the Ming political arena.

And Yang Shen's name is not entirely because of his good father, a large part of it comes from his other name:

The head of the three talents of the Ming Dynasty!

When it comes to the literary world of the Ming Dynasty, this erudite genius can never be spared, and Yang Shen is a well-deserved first in terms of academic achievements.

After Lu Wenjing learned the identity of this person, his expression fluctuated slightly.

The teaman thought that Young Master Lu was dissatisfied with Yang Gongzi occupying a good position, so could it be:

"Young Master Lu, Young Master Yang is not an ordinary person, and the little ones don't dare to provoke, you see..."

Lu Wenjing smiled, "It's okay, just find a position at will, I won't pick it, young master." ”

"Gotcha!" The tea man was overjoyed, and after the young master was invited to sit down, he shouted, "The young master of the Lu Mansion is here, and the tea is served~"

At the mention of Lu Mansion, the eyes of the surrounding tea customers glanced over with surprise.

As the head of the Jin Gang, a century-old merchant family, the Lu family also has a certain reputation in Beijing, especially a few days ago, the young master of the Lu Mansion once wrote a poem to scold the nine thousand years old today, and the matter of being expelled from his reputation has long been spread in the literati circle.

"It's really Young Master Lu, why is he here?"

"Why can't he come, but he is the young owner of this street..."

"Tsk... Offended by 9,000 years old, and can still come to the teahouse to drink tea, the Lu family is really amazing! ”

"Cut, no matter how hard he is, he is also a trader who has lost his reputation, the court has issued an approval, Young Master Lu will never be hired, he has to bend over and be a man for the rest of his life!"

"That's right, don't look at his current scenery, I'll take the high school test later, he must kowtow when he sees us, hehe..."

Many of the so-called children of the scholar clan secretly laughed, and did not take the Lu family in their eyes at all.

It's no wonder that in their opinion, a scholar who can't raise a career in his life is a wasted person, so what if the Lu family is rich, he can't still be trained by the nine thousand years old to be obedient?

"Humph!" The housekeeper Liu Si was old, but he couldn't bear this breath, and immediately got up to give them some "color" to see.

"Sit down Uncle Liu, what are you excited about?"

Lu Wenjing didn't care at all, his leisurely expression seemed to be not the object of his discussion just now.

"Those weak literati are laughing at the young master behind their backs, isn't the young master angry?"

"The more angry you are, the more you fall into their arms..."Lu Wenjing said lightly, "The bird's ambition is different, why waste your tongue?" ”

Hearing this, Liu Si sat down and regained his composure.

"The young master is right, competing with a person who doesn't know martial arts, even if you win, it's not honorable..."

"The literati have been despised since ancient times, and the villains gloat, just human nature. Sooner or later, they will pay the price for today's words, you know, young master, I am not a saint and gentleman. ”

Lu Wenjing's tone was calm, as if he was narrating an ordinary fact, but Liu Si felt a faint murderous aura.

"The tea is here, please use it slowly with Young Master Lu and Steward Liu."

At this time, the teaman brought the brewed tea to the table, and sent a few snacks and dried fruit plates, with a smile on his face, but the service was considerate.

Lu Wenjing asked:

"What do you have to eat in Mingchun Building?"

"Hasn't the young master had dinner yet? Although our Mingchun Mansion is a place to drink tea, there are usually tea customers who want to eat something, but they have already prepared..."

"Whatever you want, two portions."

"Okay, please wait a moment..."

The teaman retreated, and Liu Si poured tea for the young master and said:

"It's still early, the young master might as well drink tea and listen to music here, and when the time comes, the entire old street will be closed, the old slave and the shopkeeper of Mingchun Building have made an appointment, although the young master can stay here with confidence."

"Well, I'm afraid that when the time comes, it's so dark that I won't be able to see anything."

Liu Si grinned, "Don't worry about this, you will definitely see it clearly..."

Lu Wenjing knew that he had already made arrangements, and he would smile heartily.

Just about to taste tea, a young boy's voice came from his side:

"Master Lu, my young master is invited, I don't know if you will appreciate your face and go over there to sit together?"

Lu Wenjing was stunned, turned his head, and found a little scholar standing upright on the side, making an arched gesture.

"Who is your young master?"

"My young master is over there..."

Looking at the little scholar's hand, Lu Wenjing happened to meet Yang Shen's gaze, the corners of the latter's mouth were slightly upturned, and he smiled and bowed his head slightly.