In these days, there are often beauties, but silver is not often.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are many beauties of all colors, but silver is still so scarce.

People who can take out so much cash so freely are not seen once in a month.

The girls Yingying Yanyan surrounded Bai Song and the others, tired of being in Bai Song's arms, and also attached to Qing'er.

Bai Song hugged left and right and was unhappy, but he was also curious, and glanced at how Qing'er coped.

I don't want this Qing'er to be shy, just like a veteran in the love field, she doesn't refuse to come to the three delicate girls, and she doesn't forget to smile at Bai Song under her embrace, which is quite a bit of a gesture that you look at me.

But there is always a sense between this girl and the girl, even if Qing'er is free to retract, the smell of the woman can't be hidden, and several girls gradually find that Qing'er's chest is soft, a little surprised, but it doesn't break.

Anyway, it is silver that is earned, and silver is not divided into men and women.

However, Qing'er gradually had enough fun, probably because she had learned badly after a long time with Bai Song, she slapped the girl's ass and pushed the three girls into Bai Song's arms, and drank it with her own wine glass.

"Childe's face, I don't know which noble family it is? The slaves don't know what to call ......."

The girls expected that this little brother would come from a lot of background, and they would bring such a handsome girl to visit the flower building, so that they could live happily.

Bai Song didn't answer, and for a while, there were more girls around him and he couldn't cope with it, but fortunately, at this time, the old bustard came out of the inner building, trotted to Bai Song's side, and said with a smile: "Two, Miss Mingyue is already waiting upstairs." ”

Qing'er threw a piece of silver over: "Isn't there a guest?" ”

The old bustard took the silver, smiled, was very happy, and bowed again and again with a smile: "Ouch, where did the son say!" It's all these Nizi who are ignorant and talking nonsense, our Mingyue girl is not something that anyone can see, and if you want to see two such handsome beautiful boys. ”

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Yingyue Building has four floors, and the attic is very large.

In ancient times, an ordinary four-story attic could generally accommodate two or three rooms on the top floor.

However, Yingyue Tower is an extraordinary structure, in addition to a few private rooms, there is also a hall that can row six or seven tables, which can be said to be the only one in the Tang Dynasty, so it is famous in the city.

The hall has the best scenery, you can look at the vast wilderness of Qujiang Pond in the distance, the lake breeze is scattered, you can feel it upstairs, and the coolness is very refreshing.

Bai Song saw at a glance that there were hundreds of people behind the big lake repairing the palace, while some Turks were galloping around the lake, so unhappy.

There are still three or five tables of guests in the upstairs hall, and each table has its own table of girls, and they do not interfere with each other, and Yingying laughs constantly, showing the frivolity of Hualou.

People are in the building, looking down at the court, seeing that the defeated alien race is higher than the people of the Tang Dynasty, riding horses and whips, shouting and shouting at will, with the eyes of an outsider in the White Song Dynasty, this situation is also a little panicked.

Bai Song understood the emperor's hardships, but he also really felt aggrieved for the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Thinking about the sentence, "Yingyue upstairs upstairs and upstairs, is it sad to look at the river?" "It's really empathetic.

For a while, the mood of looking for flowers and willows in the name of business suddenly faded a lot, and Bai Song looked at the water of the Qujiang River stupidly, thinking that maybe one day, there would be less ethnic distinctions, and maybe there would be no such sentimentality.

"Qinghai is clear and clear, and the water and sky are the same.

Autumn is a celebration day, and it is also cooked for pigs and dogs. ”

The drunken and hazy poetry came from its side, Bai Song turned his head to look, and saw a young man in a green shirt holding a glass in one hand and a pot in the other, drunk and hazy, leaning on the railing, when the poem was chanted, it was another profligate laughter, and after a few wild laughs, he spit out the wine at the door on the street.

That's good!

Downstairs is a busy city, and this bubble of wine falls from the sky, I don't know how many scolding voices have been aroused.

This drunken boy didn't know how to avoid it, but was rampant, listening to the constant scolding below, he simply spilled a pot of wine!

The street exploded all at once, some people hid, some people were indignant, and some people were about to go upstairs, but fortunately they were stopped by the girl who solicited customers.

Qing'er frowned, and motioned for Bai Song to step back a little, no matter what era it is, people don't want to meet drunkard maniacs.

Bai Song sat away a little, skimmed over to look at the person again, and suddenly felt that this person was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Bai Song thought for a moment, and suddenly there was a face corresponding to it, it was during the exam of Yongxing Academy!

Bai Song didn't know the name of this person, but he remembered that this person had gone through four rounds of exams like him, and he performed well in the last round, and he didn't know if he was in the third or fourth place.

In other words, this drunken maniac is Bai Song's classmate.

At this time, an elegant woman dressed in a yellow shirt and holding a long piano went upstairs, and every step was extremely restrained, like a splendid autumn chrysanthemum that was unique among many girls.

"This is Miss Mingyue." Qing'er whispered beside her.

The old bustard was in front, leading Mingyue to Bai Song, looking at Bai Song's face full of peach blossoms, he liked it tightly, and he wished that he was Mingyue girl, so he took the initiative to give him a hug.

"Bright Moon!" A low shout came from the side, and it was the drunken maniac who shouted.

The old bustard turned his head, glared at the man with disgust, and whispered to the other two girls, and said a few words.

The girls dragged the drunk aside.

Miss Mingyue watched the drunk man being taken away, the smile on her face faded, and she looked back at the drunk, quite worried.

"Eh, this son, Miss Mingyue is here."

The old bustard dragged Mingyue to Bai Song and glared at her fiercely, obviously reminding her what to do at this time.

Mingyue turned her head and regained her smile when she looked at Bai Song. Ying Ying saluted: "The slave family Mingyue, I have seen the son, the son is born, how to call the slave family?" ”

As he spoke, he silently placed the long piano he was holding on the table next to the table.

"Bai Song."

"Bai Song and Bai Gongzi, the slave family is reasonable."

"I heard the girl's name, and I intend to ask the girl to perform on behalf of the newly opened Mobai Money Village in the East Market at the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival on August 15, I wonder if the girl has any leisure that day?"

Miss Mingyue was slightly stunned, but she didn't expect that today's guests are not only for fun, the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival is held every year, it is an occasion for various merchants and literati to become famous, and it is also a place for girls in various flower buildings in the capital to compete.

If a girl wants to be famous, she must first be held by a large merchant, if there is no merchant to invite, even if she has the ability to pass the sky, she will not be able to show it at the Lantern Festival.

Merchants contribute, literati fill in the lyrics, and girls sing.

Tripartite cooperation, tripartite win-win.

When the bustard heard this, he was immediately overjoyed.

Although his own Mingyue is famous and has a voice, it is a pity that there is no chance, this Nizi has not participated in the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival, and she is worried that there is no guest to invite her!

Today's two sons made extraordinary moves, and they were worthy of their own Mingyue's worth, and they interjected again and again with joy: "Free, free, of course you have to be free!" It's just that the Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival is extraordinary, and this silver can be ......."

"Silver is a small thing." Qing'er interjected, "As long as Miss Mingyue presents a song, she can get a thousand taels of silver." ”

Hiss......

The bustard almost bit his tongue.

Mingyue's pretty face turned white.

A thousand taels of silver?!

"It's not a joke, is it?" The old bustard asked in horror.

"Do you think we're joking?" Qing'er replied lightly.

"No, no...... Of course, the two of them are not that kind of people, but this ...... This ...... A thousand taels of silver...... The old mother has been operating in this Quchi Fang for many years, and it is the first time I have met such a generous ...... as the two of you."

The Mid-Autumn Festival Lantern Festival invites a singer, even the famous Oiran in the capital can't afford this price, and the price of Mobai Qianzhuang is really outrageous.

This price is Bai Song's consideration, first of all, the money village is enough to bear this expense, and secondly, because no one pays a sky-high price to invite a singer, this matter itself has a high degree of topicality, even if it can't get a good reputation at the Lantern Festival, this matter is also very publicized.

Bai Song looked at the girl in front of him who suddenly became nervous, smiled and asked, "Miss Mingyue, are you interested in this?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Absolutely! It was the old bustard who interjected.

Qing'er frowned: "It's not up to you to decide on this matter." ”

The old bustard was so anxious that he was sweating, and his elbow pushed against Mingyue, and Mingyue came to her senses and nodded again and again, indicating that she was willing.

Qing'er added: "It's not that the girl just nodded. ”

"So what?" The bustard asked.

"I think I want my son-in-law to see the girl's talent, and I think the girl's talent is enough to match my family's name."

"Yo, son, you're looking for the right person, our Mingyue is famous, you go out to inquire, who around you doesn't know "Wangjiang Chou", who doesn't know Mingyue's name? Why don't you let Mingyue present a song to the two sons now? ”

Bai Song nodded.

The old bustard gave Mingyue a look and told her to behave well.

Mingyue was a little nervous, probably never encountered such a big business, first wiped her sweat, and then carefully adjusted the strings, and only after listening to the pitch did she salute Bai Song: "Bai Gongzi, the slave family is ugly." ”

Say it, finger on the string, people into the song, the crisp sound of the piano is like the water of the Qujiang River cool into the ear, the sound of the warbler with the lakeside breeze, into the ear, the wind upstairs, blowing all over the garden wine guest pouring, listening to the landscape outside the building out of color, like the sky into Kyushu.

"The river has clear flowers and turbidity, Lingbo Lake reflects the mountains, the girl in Xiaolou undresses and falls, the son please stay, the son please drink, what you can't drink is wine, and what you can't forget is sorrow ......"

"Is it the song "Wangjiang Sorrow"?" Listening to the little song, Bai Song asked softly against Qing'er's face.

Qing'er nodded.

"This word is okay, but it's a little worse than you singing Qing'er."

The slender jade finger hit Bai Song's face and pushed it away, and it was quite useful to laugh but not laugh: "Don't mess around, listen carefully." ”

The song was still halfway through, and there was an angry sound from behind, and as the wine bottle shattered, the drunken maniac pushed away a few girls and rushed over.

"Bright Moon! You can only sing with me! ”

A large hand was inserted into the piano and stuck between the strings, cutting the man's hand with blood and breaking the strings.

The mesmerizing singing and piano came to an abrupt halt at the same time.