The carriage stopped in front of the building.

The three riders behind the car stopped at the same time.

The knights rolled their saddles and dismounted, and hurried to the front of the carriage.

The first person lifts the curtain, and the second person spreads the carpet.

As for the third person, he shrunk and knelt in front of the car, forming a pedal.

Everything was completed quickly and silently, and in Hong Fan's eyes, it seemed like a pantomime that had been rehearsed countless times.

The owner of the carriage came out at this moment, and the noise in the street was suddenly lowered.

This is a young man in his twenties.

This man was plain-looking, pale-complexioned, and wore a plain white bright satin robe, which seemed to be the source of the street lights when illuminated by the light.

"Childe, please get out of the car."

The coachman whispered.

The man in white nodded, took a step on his retinue's back, and walked up the stone steps along the blanket.

Then he hung his head and climbed the stairs.

There were only four people on the long stairs at this time.

Hong Fan looked at the person.

The sideburns hung down from the cheeks and were tied with white silk.

The face in the center is indifferent, although he lowers his eyes, it doesn't seem like he is seriously thinking about anything - on the contrary, there is a kind of recklessness that has been used to being used to being unscrupulous for half a lifetime and no one dares to stop him.

The long steps of the white marble were obviously wide enough, but Bai Jiaci couldn't help but take two more steps back to the side.

The two sides are staggered.

The man in white did not slow down until he was at the bottom of the stairs.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Hong Fan and Zhan Yuanzi who were standing in place, slightly confused.

It seems that the earth, rocks and mud blocks in the strange flower bed have inexplicably moved to the road.

No one spoke.

After passing by, the man in white lowered his eyes again and went straight into Mingyue Tower.

"I've never seen such a strange person."

Hong Fan chuckled softly.

"Indeed."

Zhan Yuanzi said.

"On the plain white mirror forging, the semi-hidden lin pattern was actually woven with mulberry silk of the same color in the method of warp breaking."

"If it weren't for the lights shining sideways and standing close, how could anyone see it?"

He frowned, confused.

"And this one? I don't see how good you are. ”

Hong Fanqi said.

"When I said strange, I was referring to his boots."

"The best moon white silver boots, but there are no soles."

Zhan Yuanzi was also taken aback.

"Wouldn't a boot without a sole break in a few steps?"

"Maybe this is the family?"

The two of them were amazed and turned to go up the stairs.

Bai Jiaci followed silently, didn't listen to their conversation, and was still ashamed in his heart.

Somehow, he remembered his big red moire silk suit - if he wore that uniform today, he would not have made way for that person!

Above the eighteen jade steps, is the gate of the Mingyue Tower.

Three pairs of male and female waiters waited on either side, all of them dressed gorgeously and with good appearances.

Seeing the guests coming, the outermost couple immediately came up to salute and asked for the table number and name on the floor.

Hong Fan answered one by one.

After only a few words of conversation, he noticed that the gazes of the attendants had swept from head to toe over the three of them, only stopping for a moment where his serpentine belt and chalcedony were suspended.

Entering the building, blocking the way was a huge brocade screen several feet long and wide.

The waiter leads the way to the right.

When he turned the entrance, Hong Fan's vision suddenly broadened.

The first thing he saw was the bright moon hanging diagonally in the sky, and the stars clustered beside him.

The three of them were stunned.

It turns out that Mingyue Tower is different from other places and is a semi-open pattern.

The main building where Hung Pham currently sits is eight storeys high, with four floors on each side of the wings, which are connected to the river and extend to two piers.

The entire floor looks down in a "concave" shape.

In the middle of the patio-like empty space, there is a stage of hundreds of square meters, surrounded by the river water led by the canal.

On both sides of the stage, the band sits in the shape of a half-crescent, equipped with instruments such as zheng, flute, sheng, pan flute, pipa, gonghou and so on, and transmits a gentle tune.

Hong Fan crossed the water from the suspended corridor on the ground floor, heard the reverberation of people above, and saw the straight columns standing on three sides.

Not to mention anything else, just dozens of building trees with a length of more than ten zhang are already worth tens of thousands.

Under the guidance of the waiter, the three of them ascended the stairs at the corner.

Their location is on the third floor of the wing on the right.

The wide corridor is separated by heavy screens, and in each partition, there are two long and narrow wooden tables.

The use of long tables instead of round tables is apparently to allow guests to be positioned closer to the fence so that they can enjoy the performance below.

The waiter stopped behind the third screen and bowed in invitation.

Lu Yunshi and the others had already arrived, and they also got up to greet them.

The crowd sat down again.

Strange to say, as soon as he entered the seat, the four-sided human language that was still noisy just now suddenly weakened, and only the sound of silk and bamboo obliquely below came from afar, and it was close to his ears.

As for the view, although it is not as good as the main building in front, it is not bad.

"Are you all the guests?"

The waitress asked, and when she saw Lu Yunshi nodding, she retreated silently.

Hong Fan was strange when he saw this.

"Eight of us? You didn't call Shi Yuanwei them? ”

He asked.

This banquet was due to the suppression of bandits in Qifeng Mountain, so Hong Fan thought that the third team would also be there.

Lu Yunshi waved his hand.

"Shi Yuanwei and I are just ordinary friends, and we have never been very compatible."

He said, and he didn't shy away from it.

"The matter of Qifeng Mountain, for them, is nothing more than obeying orders and doing a good job."

"But Brother Hong Fan, you are different-if you come a moment late, let alone Cedar, I'm afraid the lives of the five of us will be left in Woya Village!"

As a few people were talking, they saw a little lady wearing a blue gauze skirt and combing a hanging hairstyle, half-covering her face with a fan, carrying a small bamboo basket and walking to the table.

When everyone looked at her, she lowered her fan and asked.

"The concubine is a red li, do you want to drink tea?"

The sound was crisp, like a lark falling between the screens.

Hong Fan looked over and saw that this little girl was about thirteen or fourteen years old, her cheeks were slightly rouge, and her eyebrows were attached to the flower made of dragonfly wings, which made her skin even fairer.

"The wine hasn't come up, so it's good to drink some tea."

Lu Yunshi is indispensable to return.

In fact, he is not a luxury high-roller who often comes to Mingyue Tower, where can he give up all free services?

"How about drinking gold flakes?"

The girl asked again crisply.

Everyone nodded.

"Okay."

So the little lady sat down on the short table, took out the tea cake from the bamboo basket, baked it with fire, and then pounded and ground it to make tea powder.

Only then does she carefully brew boiling water in the specified direction.

"What is this?"

Hong Fan asked.

He has never drunk tea like this in two lifetimes.

"It's called some tea; Now the folk are making tea, and this method is used less. ”

Yan Yulin explained.

"Compared with making tea, there is only one biggest advantage and disadvantage - that is, the steps are complex and there are many utensils."

"Look at the red lily case, tea stove, tea mortar, tea mill, tea sieve, tea bottle, tea cup, tea whisk, tea basket, tea spoon, water bowl ......"

"In ordinary portals, it is difficult to make up half of the devices, so ordering tea is only popular among the upper class."

Hong Fan heard this.

Regardless of the world, aristocratic culture has always been like this.

Highlight the threshold with complexity, the more impractical it is, the more it can show the grade.

PS: It's strange, I've been extremely sleepy these days, and I have to sleep thirteen hours a day, and I wake up with a sore back.

After the key, I have two or three hours of energy, and then I yawn and get tired.

The operations officer is outrageous than me, sleeping in the morning and taking a nap in the afternoon, sleeping in the afternoon and sleeping again in the evening.

Inexplicable ......

(End of chapter)