Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

In ancient times, fifty birthdays were called Nuan Shou or Banbai Tianshou.

Master Shang is now fifty, this first birthday is naturally very lively.

The descendants of the merchants have also set up a birthday hall, and put birthday candles in the main hall. A statue of an Antarctic fairy has been hung. Rows of large seats, covered with red chair covers and cushions.

The wooden case enshrines the three stars of Shangfu, Lu and Shou, surrounded by birthday curtains and couplets presented by relatives and friends.There are wax skewers and incense burners on the table in front of the birthday hall. On the wax skewers are inserted red birthday candles with the thickness of an arm.

After the birthday ceremony is over, the maids lead the guests into the private seats, offer tea and snacks, the guest of honor chats with each other for a while, plays, and enters the banquet.

On the banquet table in the east corner, the guests had already enjoyed their drinks, and Shang Chengde raised his glass to drink without saying hello.

Lu Qing on the side was covering his mouth and snickering, saying it was a snicker, but he was so bold.

Shang Chengde put down the Fushouwen wine glass, turned around, "What are you laughing at?"

Lu Qing coughed, turned serious, and said, "I almost stared at the young master, puff..."

After that, there was another burst of muffled laughter.

Shang Chengde glared at him, then moved his gaze back to the stage, but it seemed to be stuck and he couldn't take it back.

The person on the stage was dressed in a peach red dress, with a golden phoenix crown and exquisite hairpins made of seven treasures on his head.

The melancholy and graceful singing voice, the sound is in the ears and in the heart.

On the beautiful cheeks, a pair of beautiful eyes look forward to life, they are indescribably charming, indescribably moving.

Unknowingly, a smile overflowed from Shang Chengde's lips, and he suddenly asked, "Tell me, does he still recognize me?"

Lu Qing was fascinated by the play, and didn't realize it for a while, "What did the young master just say?"

Shang Chengde tapped his head with a fan, "Listen to your show."

At this time, Shang Chengde was not the only one paying attention to the people on the stage.

Mo Jiu got up and poured a cup of hot tea for his young master, "Second young master, drink tea."

"En." Shang Chengen nodded, took a sip from the teacup and put it down, his eyes stopped on the stage, "What's the name of the singer?"

Mo Jiu glanced at the stage, "He is a famous actor in our capital, Boss Su from Chunqin Garden, his name seems to be Su Qingchi, tsk tsk, Second Young Master, you don't usually listen to operas, no wonder you don't know him, this Su Qing Chi is famous now, and many high officials in Beijing are vying to praise him."

Mo Jiu sighed, "Second young master, haven't you seen his vicious face, he looks like this, I'm afraid someone has been..."

Mo Jiu looked left and right, leaned down to touch Shang Chengen's ear, and lowered his voice, "I'm afraid the third young master is also his guest."

After finishing speaking, she rushed to the flower hall not far away and said, "Look over there."

Shang Chengen glanced at Mo Jiu, then turned his head to glance at Huating, then shook his head, "It seems that I have indulged you too much these days."

Mo Jiu quickly silenced, and stood aside obediently.

Shang Chengen glanced at Mo Jiu, brushed off his robe, "Let's go, this babbling scene is really not fun."

Mo Jiu let out a hey, and followed immediately, not forgetting to glance at the flower hall over there before leaving.

Under the eaves of the flower hall, there is a charming smile, a man and a woman are like mandarin ducks crossing their necks, entwined and making fun of each other.

The woman's body is enchanting, like a flower, with a hibiscus face and two willow-leaf eyebrows. She clings softly to the man's shoulders. I don't know what the man whispered in his ear, which makes the woman laugh continuously, and beats the man's shoulder with her pink fist.

"Speech, poor mouth." Although the woman said so, she liked the man's frivolous tone very much.

The woman turned her head and raised her eyebrows, and said to the maid next to her, "If you don't bring tea to the third young master, everyone will be as dumb as a goose."

It turned out that this handsome and handsome man was the third young master of the merchant, Shang Chengjun, and this charming woman was Shang Chengjun's new concubine.

In this way, it's no wonder they are so in love with each other.

However, Shang Chengjun's attention was not on the woman in his arms, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and it was Su Qingchi on the stage who was staring straight at him.Shang Chengjun's hand dishonestly reached into the woman's blouse, and made a fuss, causing the woman to gasp, wanting to refuse to return the greeting, "Mmm...Cheng Jun, I, I can't stand it."

The man fiddled with it for a while, then took out his finger and wiped the liquid on the woman's chest. His eyes were full of lust, but his tone was cold, "If you can't stand it, then go back to the room."

The concubine didn't know where she had offended him, so she just twisted the scarf, "Cheng Jun, if you want to, then go back to the room, and I will do anything for you."

When the woman said this, her face was ashamed.

Shang Chengjun raised his eyes with a cold and stern look, which made the woman turn pale immediately.

The maid sent the concubine back to the room, and Shang Chengjun took a sip of the wine on the stone table, his slender eyes were still tightly fixed on the stage, and there was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, "White tea, that stage The little showman on..."

The young servant named Baiming was worried, grabbed the hem of his clothes and said, "He is Boss Su from Chunqin Garden."

"Boss Su? Which Boss Su, I don't know how stunning he is?" Shang Chengjun shifted his gaze to Baiming, and gently raised his hand to move over Baiming's young body, "Hey, come with me, young master. Tell me, which Boss Su?"

Bai Ming trembled, "I, I heard people say that his name is Su Qingchi, and he has only been in the capital for a year."

After finally finishing a sentence, Bai Ming's legs were trembling badly, and his face was even paler, obviously afraid of the kneading hands on his body.

"Tsk tsk, I haven't touched you these days, miss me?" As Shang Chengjun said this, he had already grabbed Bai Ming's waist and pulled him into his arms.

Baiming suddenly pushed him away, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed desperately, "Master, please spare Baiming, I beg you, I will kowtow to you, please."

Before he finished speaking, the ground was already bloody red, and even that delicate face was covered with blood.

Shang Chengjun lost his temper, he raised his foot and kicked him far away, "Get lost."

Bai Ming got up and kowtowed a few more times, "Thank you, young master, thank you young master." She didn't even care to wipe off the blood, and ran away in a panic.

"Oh, Su Qingchi, the name is so ecstatic..."

Su Qingchi rubbed his forehead and urged, "Hurry up."

"It'll be fine soon." Su Bao'er panickedly removed the hair from Su Qingchi's head, and wiped his face with a towel.

Su Bao'er knows his brother's temperament best, every time after singing, his brother will always be unhappy for a while.

His brother's complexion won't be better until the pastels on his face are cleaned off.

After changing back to his own clothes, Su Qingchi couldn't wait to go back to the spring garden to take a hot bath, he couldn't stand the smell of rouge on his body at all.

After sending the boy to pack up his outfit, Su Baoer was left in the merchant's house to wait for the reward money, and Su Qingchi left first.

Su Qingchi walked briskly, while waving the powdery smell off his body, his two slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, apparently in a bad mood.

As he was walking fast, he bumped into a person at the corner of the curved corridor. Su Qingchi didn't even think about it, and kicked the person first, "Would you like to die, so you don't need to grow eyes when you walk?"

Shang Chengde only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a white shadow suddenly bumped towards him, and before he could react, he was trampled hard on his foot.

Shang Chengde has always been kind to his servants, but he didn't know that there was such a sharp-tongued person in this mansion. When he looked up, he was first stunned, then delighted.

"Brother Su."

Su Qingchi was impatient at first, but when he heard the other party calling him that, he turned around and glanced at the other party.

This glance made Shang Chengde feel anxious, and he didn't dare to do anything else, but quietly let him scrutinize him.

"You are……"

"I'm down, Shang Chengde." Shang Chengde reported his name, "Brother Su, don't you remember? Two months ago, Juxian Tea House."

Su Qingchi's thoughts changed, and a smile appeared on his face, "So it's Young Master Shang."

Shang Chengde said with a smile, "I bid farewell that day, I never thought I would see you again today, it's really..."

"Master Shang, if you have time in the future, you might as well come to Chunqin Garden for a small sit down. Su will definitely entertain you in person. However, Su still has some urgent matters right now, so I will leave now."

Before Shang Chengde could answer, Su Qingchi had turned around and walked away, leaving only a slender figure with an elegant fragrance.

"Su..." Shang Chengde stood on the spot, feeling a tingling pain in his toes.

Su Bao'er led Shangyin back to Chunqin Garden, specially washed off all the filth, and then walked into his brother's room refreshed.

"Brother, guess how much reward the merchant gave?" Su Baoer squatted beside the recliner, shaking the money bag.

Su Qingchi's ears moved slightly, "50 taels?"

"Brother, you are amazing, can you hear that?" Su Baoer put the money bag aside, sat down on the round pier, and said, "The merchant is indeed a merchant, and the reward is 50 taels."

Su Qingchi yawned casually, looking a little tired, "Well, keep the money and leave."

Su Baoer pouted, "I know."

Before leaving the room, Su Baoer turned around and said again, "Hey, brother, that businessman asked me about you and said..."

There was no movement at the back, only the sound of slow and even breathing.

Only then did Su Baoer realize that his brother had already fallen asleep, so he went out lightly.

The capital is full of Buddhist events in April, and the eighth day is Sakyamuni's Christmas, and this Buddha Bathing Festival is always very lively.

The major monasteries in the capital and those who love Buddha in the city form a bond early in the morning by giving away beans in the market, offering tea and salt beans. Every time the bean giver picks up a bean, the Buddha's name is called, and the bean recipient also recites the Buddha's name every time he eats a bean. This is called goodness. edge.

On this day, Minzhong Temple will be full of banner people and women, offering fast meals and listening to scriptures. There are also groups of people who go to the autumn slopes near Biyun Temple in Xiangshan Mountain to travel to the autumn slopes to make good fortune.There was also a meeting of releasing animals. Everyone opened cages to release birds, bought turtles, fish, snails, and mussels, and put them into the water by chanting the mantra of rebirth, so as to accumulate good deeds. It was really very lively.

Bixia Yuanjun Temple is the most popular day. According to legend, Bixia Yuanjun is one of the goddesses in Taoism, commonly known as Taishan Empress, and her original name is Yuye. Huigen, who once paid homage to the Queen Mother of the West, entered the Huanghua Cave of Tiantian Mountain (Mount Tai) to practice at the age of fourteen, and became the goddess of Mount Tai in three years, Bixia Yuanjun.

Among them, the most prosperous one is the Jinding Niangniang Temple in Miaofeng Mountain.

The full name of Miaofeng Mountain is "Miaofeng Mountain with Golden Peak of Lotus".

The Jinding Niangniang Temple stands alone on the top of the mountains, and the solitary peak stands upright, circling upwards. The people in the city scramble to go to the temple to worship, worship Buddha, pray for blessings, and donate incense money.

Su Qingchi didn't have anything to do, so he came to join in the fun, but he didn't think there was even a place to stay here, but Su Baoer dragged him hurriedly up the mountain, squeezing Su Qingchi sweating all over.

Su Qingchi's legs were numb when he walked, and he left Su Baoer early, hired a small ivy sedan chair, and dangled around the vicinity.

The people near the Niangniang Temple all set up shacks in the courtyard for pilgrims to rest.

Su Qingchi found a secluded dwelling, washed his face with water, then entered the house, took off his sweat-stained clothes, and simply wiped his body with the hot water in the basin.

It's not yet summer, and the pergola is in the middle of the bamboo forest. Outside the small window, there is a cool breeze, which is really fascinating.

This place is remote, there are not many pilgrims nearby, there is only a piece of crisp and tender bamboo forest around, Su Qingchi is greedy for the coolness, so he simply opened the small window, put on his clothes, and rested on the bamboo slum.

After squinting for a while and having a short dream, Su Qingchi felt that his body was too cold, so he turned over and wanted to gather his clothes.

When he opened his eyes, he suddenly discovered that there was a person standing outside the small window.