I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

Seeing that he accepted it, Ji Qinglin felt that the embarrassment just eased a little bit, heaved a sigh of relief, and handed the handful of copper coins in front of Yinluo.

The silver gong looked like a formidable enemy: "What are you doing?"

Ji Qinglin smiled embarrassingly: "Let it go, you also know that I'm always forgetful, just put it on me and don't lose it again later."

Yin Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he gritted his teeth and looked at the extremely shabby handful of copper coins, he really wanted to grab it and throw it at Manager Zhu's face.

Manager Zhu seemed to have heard her heart, and quickly turned the broken box in his hand upside down, handed it to Yin Luo and said with a smile: "Use, use this to pretend."

Yinluo rolled his eyes in disgust, took the broken box, stroked the copper coins in Ji Qinglin's hand, closed the box and said, "Okay, let's go."

She resisted the urge to smash the broken box, put it under her arm, turned and walked out the door.

Ji Qinglin also walked around the table, walking side by side with Xie Wuyi.

Manager Zhu hurriedly followed, heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, oh my god, he managed to get through the morning without any risk.

When he arrived at the front hall, Ji Qinglin found that there were indeed many people. The tables in the middle of the hall were full of gentlemen in brocade clothes, and next to him stood his own servants, holding a wooden sign in their hands, as if they were queuing up. Number.

At this time, each of the twelve empty windows was seated with a court priest, and the arrogant expression on his face seemed to be carved out of a mold.

Looking at those old men, Ji Qinglin couldn't help but wonder: "They don't seem to be short of money, and they are here to pawn?"

Manager Zhu, who was following behind him, immediately wanted to interject: Actually, my lord, you don't really look like you are short of money...

Of course, he didn't dare to talk so much, guessing in his heart that the young man was not familiar with the pawn business, he pursed his lips, stepped forward and explained: "Young master, we don't just go in here. Things are also going out. The things received will be kept for a period of time, and the owner can continue to purchase or redeem them at any time during this period. But once the time limit has passed, it is called "absolutely foreclosure". It will not be returned to the original owner, we Yuxinglu will resell it, everyone can bid, and the highest bidder will win."

As he spoke, he glanced at the old men, and a few sharp-eyed regular customers saw Manager Zhu, and immediately stood up politely and greeted him with cupped hands.

Manager Zhu nodded at them, and couldn't help but continue to say to Ji Qinglin proudly: "The ones who can enter our Yuxinglu are not ordinary products, and everything they take out is a good thing that can make them smash their heads. They came here today just to wait for a rare treasure that just happened two days ago."

Ji Qinglin asked curiously, "What is it?"

Manager Zhu moved closer, lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Concubine Ji's childhood calligraphy."

"Concubine Ji..." Ji Qinglin muttered, trying to remember if he had seen this one in the palace.

Suddenly, he reacted abruptly: "Concubine Ji!?"

Seeing his reaction like this, Manager Zhu thought that he was surprised by the preciousness of this thing, and said more and more proudly: "Isn't it, this thing can't be bought with money. I heard that this Concubine Ji looked back and smiled all the time." Sheng, the six palaces are colorless! Today, there are countless beauties in the harem of the emperor, but they only dote on this noble concubine, and even disregard the ancestral system to promote her to noble concubine in just a few months. Think about it, if any courtier wins If you find an opportunity to present this thing to His Majesty, it will definitely make Longyan happy, and the future is boundless!"

Longyan Joy...the future is boundless...

Ji Qinglin lowered his head and suppressed a smile, and thought: Thanks to you guys who can figure it out, the emperor saw this thing, and then thought of the Jingjuemen, it would be good if it doesn't implicate the nine clans, and the future is boundless... the future on the road to Huangquan?

Thinking about it, he approached Manager Zhu and said, "To tell you the truth, I have a relative who works in the palace. According to him, the emperor is just trying to make fun of that noble concubine. Now she is close to falling out of favor. You'd better It’s best to advise those people not to take credit for this thing at will, lest the gain outweigh the loss.”

After hearing this, Manager Zhu looked at Ji Qinglin suspiciously, not knowing how much he believed it.

Ji Qinglin felt that he was being benevolent and righteous, so he didn't say any more, smiled at Manager Zhu and nodded goodbye, and continued to walk out with Xie Wuyi.

Unexpectedly, after taking two steps, Xie Wuyi suddenly seemed to remember something, paused, turned and said to Manager Zhu: "The poems today need to be redeemed in the future, and I hope Manager Zhu will keep them safe."

Xie Wuyi's words were obviously very polite, but Manager Zhu inexplicably heard a great threat from it, as if reminding him not to sell things cheaply.

With great difficulty, he resisted the urge to run back to the study to pack up those poems and essays for them to take away now, nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, don't worry, my lord, I will keep them well."

Xie Wuyi nodded slightly, then turned and left with Ji Qinglin.

Outside the gate of Yuxinglu, Yinluo was already sitting in front of the car. Seeing them coming out, he got up and let them get on the car. After they sat down, he was surprised and said: "Ah! I left something in it, wait a minute , I’ll come as I go.”

After finishing speaking, she looked at Xie Wuyi very quickly, and Xie Wuyi nodded slightly, then she turned and ran back to Yuxingluzhong.

Ji Qinglin was a little puzzled, didn't Yinluo and him bring nothing with them when they came out of the palace?But after thinking about it, maybe it was some personal item of his daughter's house, and it was possible that he didn't know it.

Of course he didn't know that Yin Luo had gone back to find Manager Zhu to "demand a bill". With the fifty Wen that Ji Qinglin earned, they would have to starve and sleep on the streets in less than two days.

As for money, of course, the more the better, the better.

After a while, Yinluo came out of Yuxinglu again with a smile on his face and returned to the car with his head held high. Ji Qinglin asked curiously, "What happened?"

Yinluo casually pulled out the thing that looked like an embroidery needle that Xie Wuyi handed her by the lake before: "This."

After all, she sat in front of the car, turned her head and asked, "Where are you going now?"

Xie Wuyi looked around, then turned to Ji Qinglin and asked, "Where does Mr. Ji want to go?"

Ji Qinglin rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then a light flashed in his eyes and said: "Why don't we go to the theater?"

Yin Luo frowned in disgust: "I said son, you used to sneak out of the mansion to listen to books and operas, haven't you got tired of listening to it? Now that you finally come out, can't you do something fun?"

Ji Qinglin pursed his lips and said: "You also know that I used to sneak out, and I didn't dare to delay for too long. Those plays either couldn't hear the beginning or the end. Which time was it that I was so aggrieved?"

Hearing his justification, Yinluo's "old sister-like kindness" suddenly popped up again, and she turned her head to ask Jie Wuyi what he meant, but saw him lowering his eyes and looking thoughtful, Probing: "Master?"

Xie Wuyi raised his eyes and nodded, "That's fine, let's go to the opera, go to the north of the city, and send to the Wild Goose Pavilion."

"Send Wild Goose Pavilion?" Ji Qinglin blurted out, "I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai, can Send Goose send a letter to thank you?"

Xie Wuyi's long eyelashes twitched slightly, for some reason, Ji Qinglin actually saw a look of pain in his eyes at this moment, but the look of pain flashed by, so fast that Ji Qinglin was almost not sure.

Yin Luo also captured this moment, but didn't say much, nodded and turned to drive.

Jiyan Pavilion is the largest Goulan in Yunzhou City, where the opera troupe used by the queen is now stationed.

In addition to singing opera, Jiyan Pavilion has also trained a group of dancers with superb dancing skills and musicians who are proficient in music theory.Most of these people came from bad backgrounds, either refugees or orphans, but after being out of Jiyan Pavilion for a few years, they all found a good way out.

When they arrived at the gate of Jiyan Pavilion, Yin Luo let them get out of the car, then shrank into the car and said: "You guys go, I will sleep in the car for a while."

Knowing that she hadn't slept all night, Ji Qinglin didn't force her to make trouble with him, so he left her to take a nap in the car, and followed Xie Wuyi into the front yard of Jiyan Pavilion.

The courtyard is very elegantly arranged, full of orchids standing against the wind, and the faint fragrance of flowers is refreshing.Green vines hang down on the courtyard wall, dotted with goose-yellow stamens, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.

There is a pair of couplets hanging on the lacquered mahogany pillars outside the main building, engraved with the words "Dancing with the heart and moon in the willow building, singing with the wind at the bottom of the peach blossom fan", which is quite suitable for this place.

Since it is Goulan, the busiest time is after nightfall, and at this time just after noon, the pavilion is very deserted.

There is only an empty stage in the lobby on the first floor. Several musicians are sitting on the side of the stage, as if they are studying the music score. The strings are plucked occasionally, adding to the loneliness.

Seeing that there were guests coming at this time, the musicians were a little surprised, they got up and saluted a little, one of them led them to the private room on the second floor to sit down, and then they took the music scores and went to the back of the hall to find someone to entertain the guests.

After a while, I saw a woman in plain clothes lift the curtain from the back side door of the hall with a tray for cups and came out. She looked up at the private room where they were sitting, then lifted her skirt and climbed up the wooden steps on the side. In front of the two.

She gently put down the tray in her hands, poured tea for the two, and asked with a smile: "I wonder if the two young masters are here for 'Mo' or 'Yin'?"

This is a unique way of asking Jiyan Pavilion. Generally, most of the young masters who come here at the busiest night are for watching songs and dances or listening to operas, that is, for "sound".

Some of the people who come during the day are not for entertainment, but people from the rivers and lakes to find a secluded corner for some secret contacts or transactions. This is called "silence".

If this happens, Jiyan Pavilion usually arranges a private room with a sound-proof interlayer for them, and consciously avoids them and does not disturb them.

Ji Qinglin didn't quite understand what she meant, guessed what jargon it should be, then looked at Xie Wuyi and waited for him to answer.

Xie Wuyi said: "It's 'sound'."

The woman was a little surprised, after all, it is rare to come to listen to music and opera during the day.However, she had obviously seen a lot of worlds, so she paused for a moment before continuing to ask with a smile: "Then, do you want to listen to music or opera?"

Now Ji Qinglin understood, and quickly said with a smile: "We are here to listen to the play."

The woman nodded when she heard the words, took out a brocade handkerchief from her sleeve and unfolded it, handed it to Ji Qinglin and said, "This is today's play card, I wonder which one you want to hear, my lord?"

Ji Qinglin took the veil and nodded his thanks, and lowered his eyes to see the title of the play on it.

The characters on this veil are all embroidered with silk thread, which looks very delicate.

"Drunken Moon in Yao Mountain, Sighing in Floating Life, Traveling in Brocade Clothes..."

Ji Qinglin read these names one by one, but he couldn't understand the story that the name represented at all. He was a little worried for a while, and handed the handkerchief to Xie Wuyi and said, "Have you seen these? Do you know which one looks better?"

Xie Wuyi took the veil, read it from beginning to end, but folded the veil and handed it back to the woman, saying: "The two of us came here today to order "Four Seasons Mountain"."

The author has something to say:

Looking back at Bai Meisheng with a smile, Liugong Fendai has no color. ——Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai, I can't send geese to pass letters to thank you. ——Huang Tingjian "Send Huang Jifu"

Dance to the heart of the willow building and the moon, and sing to the end of the peach blossom fan. ——Yan Jidao "Partridge Sky"