readx;? Chapter 1303: The Night Banquet

Huaiqin River is only a dozen miles away from Qingtian City, Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei neither ride a horse, nor sit in a sedan chair, walk all the way, walk all the way, walk to the Huaiqin River, it is almost dusk, it is the autumn is getting shorter, Huaiqin River, red maple is like fire, fallen leaves flying, one night the clear water can see the fish in the river, a round of remnant sun slowly falls westward, several tired birds flutter back to the forest, ten miles of prosperity on both sides of the river, thousands of zhang soft red, each Qinlou Chu Pavilion has been held up with colored lanterns, carved beams and paintings are beautiful, the boat painting boat in the river is also a lantern, cruising back and forth, through the veil, faintly the sound of the sheng flute silk strings, attracting the rich businessmen who wander, the prince and grandson, the summoner of the down-and-out literati and inkman, and the prodigal son of the rivers and lakes. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"The autumn river is smoky and cloudy, the bridge is drawn to the east, the rest is leaning on the danger column, and the curtain is cold and the stars and the moon are cold. Uncle Shi, every few years, there will be Taoist Confucianism who proposes to ban Huaiqin fireworks, but they always can't make it. In the past two years, the war has been endless, the fireworks tax has been doubled, and the flow of customers is still like a cloud every night,......。 ”

Feng Rushan looked at the prosperous scenery of a river, and groaned with emotion.

"Well, I memorized it well, you wrote it yourself? Feng Rushan, you didn't let Xiaozhu set a familiar Lefang, ask if you were still in Xingyue back then?"

Murong Xuefei knew in her heart that when Feng Rushan was the most decadent, she had quietly come to the Huaiqin River to wander, but knowing that Feng Rushan recited the sour "roller blind" in front of her, she was still a little unconvinced.

"Hehe, Uncle Shi, you say, the business of Huaiqin River is good, the Great Zhou Empire, can you resist the iron cavalry of Yalu Jinshan?"

Feng Rushan didn't hear Murong Xuefei say anything more, so he just followed his own train of thought, of course, maybe he pretended not to hear.

"Feng Rushan, you bastard, these are not our responsibility, if you come, you will be safe, you can't let go of everything, first enjoy a happy night, don't worry, I won't eat your vinegar tonight,......。 ”

In the Qinke Grassland for five years, although it seems that there is not much danger, Feng Rushan has to cultivate by himself on the one hand, and on the other hand, he has to fight wits and strength with all kinds of people, the constant pressure and completely unfamiliar environment, it can be said that every move has to be thought about again and again, and Murong Xuefei naturally saw it in his eyes, and said that he was not distressed, it was fake, and he finally returned home, and he was still pondering the topic that the eight poles could not beat, this, how to say it, it can be regarded as talent.

"Hehe, I listen to my uncle, but ,......。 ”

Feng Rushan smiled, just about to talk nonsense, a painting boat floated upstream, the boat sang and played, the lights were brilliant, and the shadow was beautiful, he caught a glimpse of the huge word "Liuyue" on the pink watermelon lamp, shook his head and stopped talking.

"Mr. Feng is really punctual, Uncle Murong has worked hard. Lean over and slow down. ”

Two beautiful women walked out of the cabin, and the tall woman smiled at Feng Rushan and directed the painting boat to dock.

"I'm tired of Boss Su. ”

"This place, what is Su Ying doing here?"

Feng Rushan saw that the springboard had been set up, so he got on the boat with Murong Xuefei.

"It is my blessing to give Mr. Feng the wind. Mother Yi, this is Master Feng, Mrs. Feng, you serve well tonight, no one in Qingtian City will dare to bully you again,......。 ”

After Su Ying came to Optimus City, she got acquainted with Zheng Zhixiang through Chunyu Xiaozhu, and now Liao Jiyan and Zheng Zhixiang are very close, she is a matchmaker in the middle, and she is also very proud of being in Optimus City.

Liuyue Lou actually secretly has her shares, she heard Nan Xiaozhu say that Feng Rushan wanted to invite Zheng Zhixiang to drink and listen to songs, so she didn't try her best to stammer, not only sent the largest and most luxurious Liuyue Boat in Liuyue Building, but also personally went out to welcome guests.

Of course, Nan Xiaozhu only said that she was inviting Zheng Zhixiang to drink, and just half an hour ago, she knew that the person who was invited was Zhao Weifang.

Zhao Weifang, she didn't have a chance to contact it at all.

It's not that Nan Xiaozhu deliberately hid it from her, but that Nan Xiaozhu was only sure that Zhao Weifang would come in the afternoon.

An Le Gong is very busy.

"Boss Su is getting younger and younger, Mother Yi, there is labor. ”

Murong Xuefei looked at the woman surnamed Na Yi, although she was called "mother", but she looked like she was in her early thirties, with a pale yellow spring shirt on her upper body, a pomegranate red long skirt on her bottom, her hair was combed and recognizable, her goose face was full of smoke, and the blue musk was fragrant, she was quite charming, she couldn't say it, and nodded lightly to her.

She had only met Su Ying a few times, and she didn't have any friendship.

"It is rare for two nobles to come, it is the greatest honor of the little woman, the wind is cool on the river, Master Feng, Mrs. Feng, please enter the cabin to drink a cup of tea first,......。 ”

Mother Yi had already received Su Ying's instructions and knew that Feng Rushan was the guest of honor tonight, so she greeted these two slightly strange guests with enthusiasm.

It is not uncommon for a man to bring his female companion to swim on the Huaiqin River, but Feng Rushan is dressed in a half-new green robe, and his appearance is mediocre, which is a bit different from the strange man in the rivers and lakes she imagined.

As for Murong Xuefei, a beautiful woman, she has seen a lot,

As soon as Feng Rushan got on the boat, the painting boat immediately sailed back against the water from the way it came, it turned out that he was specially here to pick up Feng Rushan, he was the master, and he had to wait for the guests on the boat first. Sitting down in the cabin, someone offered sake, hot tea, and all kinds of seasonal fresh fruits, everyone talked about it casually, and drove out of the four or five miles of waterway in a short time, and waited less than two pillars of incense, seeing that the sky was getting late, the two riders on the shore came without hurrying or slow, but it was Zhao Weifang and Zheng Zhixiang who came together.

"Mr. Zhao has every opportunity, and he can take the time to appreciate the light, and he is so fortunate that he is in the next couple. Congratulations to Mr. Zheng on returning to the old path, after this little difficulty, the future is still long! ”

"Why didn't Zhao Weifang bring a few Qing guests to accompany the wine, such a big boat, but it seemed a little empty. ”

Everyone got on the boat, and sat down at the table lively, Feng Rushan's face was pale, and he raised a glass to toast.

Zhao Weifang's safety, naturally don't worry, but how can you bring a few idlers to have fun, but Feng Rushan is not particularly clear about the style of Qingtian City officials visiting the Qinglou, so he is too lazy to think about it.

The first few times he came to Huaiqin River, he came secretly by himself.

"Haha, Boss Feng, if you don't have a letter for five years, why do you have to punish three glasses of wine. Little Murong, on the Qinke grassland, there are good things to bring me. ”

Zhao Weifang doesn't pay much attention to this set, of course, he is also qualified not to pay attention to Feng Rushan and Zheng Zhixiang.

"Hehe, Qinke grassland is a bitter cold place, Mr. Feng has experienced many ups and downs, and his style is better than in the past, which is gratifying. I have long said that I want to toast Uncle Murong with a glass of wine, and I will do this one first. ”

Zheng Zhixiang was officially reinstated last year, his official position and reputation are older than Feng Rushan, and there is no need to be polite, but his reinstatement and defeat of Ye Tianshi are very crucial, Feng Rushan has made great contributions, and now he is a subordinate of Zhao Weifang, and Feng Rushan is faintly a friend of Zhao Weifang, so he does not dare to take it.

"There are a lot of rare things on the grassland, I'm afraid that there are some things, Old Man Zhao, you haven't seen them, and you can't tell the good from the bad,......。 ”

Murong Xuefei drank half a cup and casually talked about some interesting things on the grassland.

On such occasions, Su Ying naturally didn't sit and drink, she really let go of her figure, just stood with Nan Xiaozhu and Yi's mother and poured wine, among the three, Nan Xiaozhu poured wine for Zhao Weifang not once, Su Ying and Yi's mother saw that Feng Rushan was neither humble nor arrogant, and faintly leveled their identities and talked very happily with Zhao Weifang, even the authoritarian Zheng Zhixiang didn't care too much, and was secretly surprised in his heart, only to know that the rumors were true, and they all looked at each other differently, and served more attentively.

“...... , Mr. Zhao, the grassland people have lived on horseback since childhood, and the essence of riding and shooting is really difficult for our Wu Yue soldiers to compare,......。 ”

After three rounds of drinking, Zheng Zhixiang casually talked about the battle situation of the White Horse Army, and Feng Rushan naturally had his own feelings about this.

"Don't talk about this tonight, it's so moonlight, it's ruined, the wine is unpalatable, the thumb battle is too vulgar, and the poem is too tired, Yi's mother, there is a new song to sing and listen to. ”

In the past few years, Zhao Weifang and Zhao Guangpu have been holding each other, the two sides have each other's gains and losses, and after the White Horse Army has won a few victories, it is difficult to find a good opportunity, Zhao Weifang is busy at both ends, and he is also exhausted.

Yi's mother couldn't wait for this sound, she slapped her hand lightly when she heard the words, the palm did not fall, only the rings jingled, Su Ying picked up the bead curtain, two lines of courtesans, a white and light long skirt, one line held the pipa and the pipa, and the other held the red yarn of the group fan, fluttering out like a step, Yingying bowed to the banquet, Yi's mother waved her hand, and suddenly the piano sounded in unison, and the six singers danced in red yarn, the group fan flew over, and the singing voice suddenly began to sing:

The cold moon goes to the Red Mansion, and the sound of the flute in the middle of the night reminisces about the old tour. The frost and cold moon will be like water tomorrow, the geese are ethereal, and Bo Xing's reputation is always sad. The dust is dark and sable, the tailor has a soft finger, and he has been waking up from a dream for sixty years, the water is quiet, and the sky is white.

It's really a dance competition, the song can surround the beam, the room is full of fragrance, it makes people's hearts shake, confused as in fairyland, Su Ying and Yi's mother took the opportunity to persuade the left and right cups to drink, Zheng Zhixiang was so depressed that he couldn't help but shout: "It's really a pure word, a beautiful singing." Tonight, this masterpiece can eliminate half a lifetime of hatred. ”

Zhao Weifang smiled in a hazy manner and said, "Master Zheng, why do you hate it, listen to the old man also sing a song." He didn't get up, he struck the bowl with his chopstick, and sang loudly:

When the old hero is tired, who to say to him is like now, how to have a pastime. The clothes were dyed with smoke and dust, and the empty fragrance was soft and red, and when I thought of it, my soul was broken. Mo Dao is sad to be drunk, helpless and sad, the wind is clear and there is nowhere to find dreams, flowers bloom and fall, and the moon lacks a full moon.

In the roar of everyone, Zhao Weifang suddenly remembered his own life experience, his heart was inexplicably sour, and he hurriedly raised his glass to cover it.

Feng Rushan glanced at Zheng Zhixiang, saw that his eyes were half-closed, his hands were in line, while listening, while thinking carefully about the meaning, his face seemed to be sad and happy, he was already a little drunk, but he himself did not mean to end, it was expected to be not long, as the master, he couldn't say that he also found a chance to sing a few songs, although his voice was not good, the accompaniment was not familiar, but the exotic atmosphere was full of charm.

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