Inside the High Wall [Quick Transmigration]

Leaving from Ping'an Lane, it was already sunset.Zheng Zhao took the boy back to the Duke's Mansion and met Zheng Yu, and the two went to the Fuyuan General's Mansion together.

"This is Fu Yu, the son of General Fuyuan, and this is Cheng Zhi, the son of Uncle Jingnan..." Zheng Yu introduced them one by one, not only the children of the nobles, but also the actors who sang songs and the prostitutes who accompanied the wine.When it came to prostitutes, he was almost unstoppable in his compliments.

Zheng Zhao saw everyone, so he sat down and drank tea with Zheng Yu.

The banquet was set up, and after a few cups, Fu Yu squinted his eyes to enjoy the warm and fragrant nephrite, watching prostitutes vying for their sleeves and singing fans.He grabbed the prostitute's dancing sleeve, brought the prostitute into his arms, played with it for a while, and then let him go.

At this time, he noticed that everyone at the banquet was leaning against the red and nestled against the green, but Zheng Zhao was alone, so he smiled and said to the little prostitute behind him who was playing the pipa, "Go to toast."

Hearing this, the little prostitute got up tremblingly, bowed her head towards Zheng Zhao's side, raised her wine glass and said, "I respect you for a glass, I wish you happiness, peace and prosperity, and prosperity."

Zheng Zhao took the wine glass, looked up at Fu Yu, nodded slightly, and drank it down in one gulp.

Seeing this, the little prostitute quickly filled up the wine again, Zheng Zhao took the wine glass, covered his sleeves and poured it into the jade bowl on the table, saying: "I don't drink much, so I can't drink outside, you don't need to pour it, just sit for a while. "

"Yes." The little prostitute nodded and knelt down.

Seeing them chatting closely, Fu Yu couldn't help raising his glass to each other from afar.He felt that he was doing a great job as a host, taking care of all parties, especially not neglecting his friend's brother.

Xinglan sings and birds change, sits for a long time and leaves many flowers.

At the banquet, the dancing prostitutes had loose buns and jade hairpins. Zheng Zhao was dizzy from the smell of alcohol, fat and powder. He rubbed his temples.

"Young Master." The little prostitute called to him from the corridor, where two rows of silver candles were scattered like stars, "Can I walk with you, my slave?"

Zheng Zhao heard the words and looked at the banquet, where the dudes were scrambling for the dancer's beaded shoes, using it as a pot of wine.

"It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Pingkang Square is not far away. I'll take you back."

The little prostitute whispered: "Thank you, young master."

The two came to the concierge together, but they didn't see Zhao Gui and Qian Fu, only Ping Hu was lying on the chair, fast asleep.

Pinghu was young, and Zheng Zhao couldn't bear to wake him up, so he went to the desk and wanted to leave a note telling him where he was going.

There was no paper on the table, and when I opened the inkstone, there was no ink stick to sharpen.

The pen cannot be lifted.

Oh, the pen was dirty too, Zheng Zhao didn't want to mention it, he sighed and was about to go out when he heard a sentence behind him.

"I have handkerchief and rouge here, if you don't dislike me..."

"Thank you." He dipped his hands in rouge and wrote on the handkerchief, then stuffed it into Pinghu's arms.

After two insignificant people left, the banquet was still lively.

Uncle Jingnan's son, Cheng Zhi, was a little drunk, and leaned on the actor's thigh and asked about gossip that had been widely circulated in Beijing.

"I heard that Prince Pingnan's son came to Beijing last month. Has Brother Fu seen him?"

"I've never seen it before. He's a young commander, who fought against barbarians with real knives and guns, how can he think highly of a major general like me." Fu Yu laughed at himself, sat up and pretended to be mysterious and said, "You guys Do you know what he did in Beijing?"

"I don't know." Cheng Zhi shook his head, "Brother Fu, don't be a fool, tell me quickly."

Fu Yu chuckled, put down his wine glass and said, "Cousin and cousin, a natural pair, Princess Chaoyang is already fifteen years old, and he came to Beijing to choose a son-in-law."

"What?" Cheng Zhi hurriedly got up from the actor's lap, and said with his eyes wide open, "Your Majesty intends to cut down the feudal clan, and there is only one daughter in desolation under his knees, how could he be willing to give it to him?"

"Your Majesty has a deep relationship with the empress and his wife, and there is no concubine. Even if the empress has not given birth to a prince in the past 20 years, your majesty has not added a person to the harem. Since the empress loves her daughter and wants to return her to her natal family, your majesty will definitely not say Oppose. However, cutting down the vassal is a state matter. His majesty has made up his mind, and the empress cannot shake it. It is useless for the Pingnan palace to marry the princess." Fu Yu said, looking at Zheng Yu, and asked with a playful face, "Brother Yu? Are you going to the Paradise Garden on the third day of next month?"

Zheng Yu looked at Fu Yu in shock, and asked, "How did Brother Fu know? My uncle told me about this this morning, and my father scolded me a lot, and told me to read books for a few days, so as not to lose him."

"That's right, that's right, Your Majesty doesn't want to refute your mother's wishes, so I hope the princess will take a fancy to others and tell her that she won't marry Nanwangfu." Fu Yu drank a glass of wine contentedly, and said to Zheng Yu, " Duke Xun is indeed trusted by His Majesty, Brother Yu, you are also going to choose a son-in-law."

"Ah?" Zheng Yu shook his hand and spilled the full cup on his clothes.

"The people who go to the Paradise Garden to attend the meeting are all the children of the big family who are not engaged, even if they are not the sons of the first wife." Fu Yu shook his head, smiled and told the maidservants, "Hurry up and help Brother Yu go inside and change clothes."

The waning moon is hazy, and the return is light and cold.

The little prostitute sat sideways on the saddle, covered with Zheng Zhao's light fur, looked down at the person who was leading the horse for her, and couldn't help covering her chest.

Today is lucky.

Zheng Zhao hadn't seen the house number of Pingkang Fang, and several prostitutes who hadn't received customers were begging the watchman to close the door later.

"No one will come again." The watchman roared impatiently, "Even if someone does come, I won't ask you if I can see your appearance clearly with a light."

"Later, later." The prostitutes cried, "We know that no one will come, and we will be beaten by the madam when we go back later."

The little prostitute bowed his head and said, "Young Master, it will be good to send it here."

"After this journey." Zheng Zhao still led the horse, "It always makes people feel unhappy to give up halfway."

The mandarin ducks are cold and the roadside is frosty. The little prostitute wrapped her fur clothes tightly and said softly, "Turn left."

"Which building?" Zheng Zhao saw that Zhangtai Road was covered by stacked tall buildings.

"Gaoyang Tower." The little prostitute said.

"Gaoyang Tower..." Zheng Zhao was stunned for a moment, the oiran lady's red-sleeved move, Qianjin smiled and bought Qingcheng, and she was talking about Qing Guogong and Fu Niang.

Unknown, the little prostitute went in, pointed to the front and said, "It's right there."

Zheng Zhao smiled: "Got it."

Who in the capital does not know Gaoyang Tower?Almost everyone knows Gaoyang Tower.

When it comes to Gaoyang Tower, everyone knows about Lady Huakui, but who knows that Lady Huakui also has an unremarkable older sister.

The little prostitute has tears in her eyes, she is as inconspicuous as her mother, and maybe she will be like her mother in the future.

She gave birth to a child whose father was unknown, and envied her sister who had redeemed herself, and was swept away by grass after she died of illness.

This is life.

The crimson lights of Gaoyang Tower flickered red, and faint voices and voices could be heard.The little prostitute got off his horse, took off his fur coat and returned it to Zheng Zhao.

Zheng Zhao took the fur coat and watched her back gradually melt into Gaoyang Tower.

"My name is Chun Niang." The little prostitute suddenly ran back and said.

In Fuyuan General's Mansion, Zheng Yu came back after three rounds of drinking.As soon as he entered the door, he asked eagerly: "I don't know what kind of person Princess Chaoyang is?"

"It must be as beautiful as a flower, and it must be..." Cheng Zhi said and patted the actors around him, "Go, sing Mu Guiying as the leader."

The little actor came to the middle and babbled and sang.

Cheng Zhi staggered to Zheng Yu's side, put his arm around his shoulder and said, "Do you remember the Battle of Jingshan?"

Zheng Yu said: "Of course I remember, who doesn't remember?"

20 years ago, not long after the current emperor succeeded to the throne, in order to establish the imperial prestige, the emperor personally conquered Baiyue.As a result, the king of Zhendong took this opportunity to lead his army to attack the capital, trying to follow the example of the former emperor in seizing the throne.

When the queen received the military situation, she sent a messenger to inform King Pingnan, and at the same time led the forbidden army to stop the attack at Jingshan in the suburbs, outnumbered and outnumbered.It is said that the queen shot through the jaw of King Zhendong with an arrow, and reversed the situation of retreating steadily, turning it into a forbidden army massacring the Zhendong army.

At the same time, the emperor fell into a quagmire in Baiyue. In the summer, he couldn't stand the miasma of mosquitoes, so he tried his best to conquer a small city and return to the court as a victory.

The emperor returned to Beijing for half a month before the empress let the king of Zhennan return to his vassal land.

"Princess Chaoyang is proficient in riding and archery. She has the style of her mother, and she will have a pair of people from generation to generation." Cheng Zhi said sympathetically, "Brother Yu, if you are the Lord, we will not dare to invite you to a banquet in the future. No wonder brothers don't talk about it." righteousness."

Zheng Yu smiled bitterly and said, "Golden branches and jade leaves may not like me, brother Cheng spoke too early."

"Brother Yu Yushu is facing the wind, and he is also known as a person who cherishes the fragrance and jade. Ling Bo knows the emperor's heart well, and of course he has a certain amount in his heart for placing high hopes on Brother Yu." Fu Yu hugged two prostitutes from left to right. "Brother Cheng and I are both engaged. Even if we are not engaged, it will not be our turn. Brother Yu, don't take this as a trivial matter. This Lord Shang not only fulfilled His Majesty's love for daughters, but also helped His Majesty to cut down the feudal clan." A helping hand."

Zheng Yu sighed, picked up the jug and poured wine, drank four or five cups before saying: "My father was right not to tell me, now that I know... Forget it, let it be, drink and drink."

In the Gushan Pavilion, Banlian is waiting for the young master to change clothes.

"Master, drink the hangover soup before going to bed, so as not to get dizzy tomorrow morning."

Zheng Zhao said: "No, I didn't drink a few cups."

"Tomorrow, the young master will go to the Hanlin master's residence to pay homage to his teacher. It will be a toss up. If I don't persuade the young master to drink, sister Cui'an will also come to persuade the young master later."

Banlian laughed and talked, her vermilion lips were plump and bright under the light.

Zheng Zhao couldn't help reaching out and touching it.

"Ah, young master?" Ban Lian looked at Zheng Zhao in surprise, her face flushed, she lowered her head in shame and fear, not knowing what she was expecting or fearing.Parents should be grinning with joy, but what about herself?

Zheng Zhao touched the rouge with one hand, rubbed it on his fingertips, it was red and greasy.He asked, "Do you have a rouge box?"

Ban Lian hesitated and said: "Yes."

"Go and get it." Zheng Zhao sat up, "Go and ask Mother Qin to buy two more boxes with the money."

Ban Lian was at a loss when she heard this, she didn't know what the young master was going to do, but when she thought about her thoughts before, she felt self-indulgent, so she went back to her room to find Rouge, and said to Mi Xia who was sewing under the lamp: "Good sister, thank you You send it to the young master."

"Master Ming'er is going out, the clothes don't fit and need to be changed..." Mi Xia rubbed her eyes. "Let me come, my sister changed her clothes all day and it's time to rest." Ban Lian walked up to Mi Xia.

Mi Xia bit off the thread, sighed and said: "Ma'am only sent materials, the clothes are all ready to cut and it will take a few days, I can't let the young master have no clothes to change."

Ban Lian took over the needle and thread, and said in a low voice: "Can't you change it a few times?"

Mi Xia didn't hear what she said, she put on a dress and came to the front with a rouge box.

"Master, the rouge you want."

Zheng Zhao opened the rouge box, the rouge was red and greasy, he picked a little bit and spread it on his hands, there was no dryness or moisture.

The rouge is placed in a small box, which can be carried with you, and you can use it if you want to pick it out.

Ink needs inkstone, ink stick and grinding, and there is always no time to use it.

Rouge is fat, ink is water, what if there is ink?

He raised his head and asked, "Mi Xia, do you know how to make rouge?"