His Majesty And Ministers

Jing Ye soon discovered that there was no need to inquire, as soon as he entered Yilou, he could hear almost all the guests at the table talking about "Flower Fair".

Connected with the "Flower Fair" is the "Miming Pavilion".

This Miming Pavilion is obviously different from the general brothel Chu Pavilion. Entering the door is a singing and dancing platform made of red gauze. There are a few delicate women in pink clothes sitting there, pipa gently clasped and singing lovesickness songs. In the small wing room separated by hollow doors, a moon-hole window was opened towards the side of the singing stage. After the red tulle was put down, the candlelight was not bright, and people could be seen vaguely, and a vague laughter could be heard.

As soon as Jing Ye brought Shanyue into the door, a handsome young man immediately came up to him and said, "The guest officer came to see today's oiran competition? It's a coincidence that there were two good seats vacant just now..."

Jing Ye motioned for him to lead the way.

The servant then led the two of them to a wing room facing the singing stage, two girls in bright yellow clothes lowered their heads and brought fruit cups, and then stood by the side.

The little servant smiled and said: "There is less than half an hour before the flower fair, young master wait patiently, this is Liu'er, Feng'er, let her two accompany you first."

"Ah."

Jing Ye sat on the soft seat by the window of the moon cave, raised his hand to signal Shanyue to sit opposite, and the servant quietly retreated.

The two girls secretly glanced at each other, wanting to step forward to serve, Shanyue's eye knife swung at her every step, so she was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

Jing Ye shook his head at her.

Shanyue couldn't help but said: "My lord..."

"Jindu has come in." Jing Ye laughed, "Could it be that the money was thrown at them for nothing?" Then he said to the two girls, "Come over and pour some wine."

The two walked over gracefully, blessed themselves, and knelt down by the wine table, making Feng'er more courageous and clever, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his slender fingers and slender wrists, and said with a smile while pouring wine: "Young master, are you used to drinking sake?"

"I don't care about that." Jing Ye half propped his head to see her posture of pouring wine. The two ladies both wore light makeup, not to mention how beautiful they were, but they both had a charming charm. The girl named Liu'er still kept her head down. Her head was exposed, and a section of fair neck was exposed from the collar, which was ashamed and lovable.

A woman is like a vase, which cannot be touched but can be admired.

Shanyue felt that the young master's wife's vision really needed to be treated with two more bowls of medicine.

If she still knows a little modern vocabulary, she will definitely be angry in her heart now (╯｀ ′)╯(┻━┻.

Jing Ye took a sip, remembered something and asked the two of them, "Is there nothing in it?"

He was curious and vigilant when he asked this question, causing Feng'er to cover her lips and smile: "Don't worry, my lord, we don't use any medicines in the Miming Pavilion, unless you want it."

"Oh." Jing Ye sniffed and drank while sniffing.

Feng'er is very good at chatting and joking around. Seeing Jing Ye's gentle temperament, she tells him some jokes about the drunken guests.

"It is said that the sons won the championship, but in fact the next family of the flower crown is between the two. One is sister Huailan, and the other is Mr. Liu." Feng'er poured wine for him again, "Both of them are poets, calligraphy, music and painting. She is a beautiful woman in craftsmanship, but Mr. Liu is slightly better at playing the piano, and Huai Lan is better at dancing."

Literate and illiterate, does it make a difference if you turn on the light?

Jing Ye sipped tea silently.

The sound of the pipa downstairs gradually stopped, and suddenly the sound of the zither broke out loudly, everyone in the room cheered up, Feng'er said: "It's started."

Liu'er went forward to hang the gauze curtain on the silver hook, and from the window, she could see the stage below with red candles shining brightly.

The sound of the zither gradually decreases and the sound of silk and bamboo rises together.

I saw a woman wearing a vermilion gauze skirt, holding a large fan of the same color, coming out from behind the screen.

The audience was in an uproar.

Feng'er also covered her lips and exclaimed, "Huai Lan actually leads the dance herself!"

Jing Ye took a sip of tea, staring at the dancing girl with long sleeves on the stage.

Her legs are long, her waist is very thin, and her career line is... Cough, quite proud, with a slender and elegant neck, half of her face is covered by red gauze, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and her eyes are full of autumn waves and tenderness.

Jing Ye carefully looked at the woman's waist, which was grasped by Yingying, and then pinched himself with his left hand: "What the hell...who said I have a thin waist."

at the same time.

There is only one wing room in the hall, the window of which is facing the center of the stage. At this time, there are two people sitting in the room. There are two full jade cups on the small table in front of them. The light of the wine flickers like amber, intoxicating.

The man picked up one of the lamps and took a sip, then said with a smile, "Look, I've put so much effort into making all the pillars, and you'll bow down to every one of them."

Lu Baizang glanced out, then turned his head wearily: "You have a good musician here."

"..." The man raised his head to look at him, "Although I don't like to boast, Huai Lan's appearance, figure, talent and character are rare in the world."

"Well."

"..."

"A beauty is still a beauty." Someone Lu picked a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, "But recently, for some reason, I don't have the same interest as before in the entertainment venue."

The man stared: "...you won't lift it?"

Lu Baizang pointed out the window: "Do you want to try to land from here?"

"It's just a joke." The man smiled awkwardly, and suddenly thought of other possibilities, "Could it be... who was attracted to you? That's not right, you have been in the palace for the past two years..." He suddenly took a breath, "You Could it be..."

Lu Baizang's eyes were slightly deep.

"My Buddha Bodhisattva." The man slapped his forehead, "Which one do you like, the youngest son of the Gu family? Or that Tanhua? Or the Lin family..."

Lu Baizang took a sip of the wine, got up and walked to the window, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Guess."

"Lady?" The man carefully observed his expression, "...or eunuch?"

After the dance on the stage, everyone applauded and applauded.When the man looked up, he saw Huai Lan leaning forward and looking at him with lingering eyes.

It's a pity that all the winks were thrown to the blind man.

Lu Baizang looked to the right with a smile on his lips: "He must have never been to your place, so he ordered your kitchen to make some crab cakes and send them over, as well as some buns with tofu skin."

The man had a vague premonition: "To whom?"

Lu Baizang turned his head, as if he was thinking about something interesting, with a smile on his face.

"Of course it's for him... Anyway, since he's in Pingyue City now, you might as well call him Mr. Jing."

Jing Ye looked at the two trays of snacks in front of him: "Why did you bring something here at the last minute?"

"This... I don't know either." Feng'er looked at the pastry carefully, only to feel that it was completely different from the ones sent when she entered the wing room.The appearance is simple, but the color and fragrance are even better.

This kind of craftsmanship should be specially used to serve the owner and several masters.

Liu'er slightly raised her head and said, "Young master, why don't you try it first?"

Jing Ye looked at Shanyue: "Eat, eat?"

Shanyue thought for a while and nodded.There is no need to worry about the strict control over food in Miming Pavilion.

From the beginning to the end of the flower fair, it will last for more than half a month.Tonight, with Huai Lan Pearl and Jade in front, I am afraid that the prostitutes behind will be compared to rubble, the owner of the hall obviously understands this, and the meeting ended early.

Jing Ye was led downstairs by the servant, and when he was about to reach the gate, a little maid hurriedly ran over with a food box, but bumped into Jing Ye head-on, and the food box scattered on the ground with a "crash".

The little maid immediately bowed her head and knelt down: "My lord, forgive me..."

Jing Ye wanted to help her up, but Shanyue helped her up first: "Why are you so careless? Fortunately, it is an empty food box. If there is some hot soup and rice in it, it won't burn my young master."

The servant girl knelt down again, touching her forehead to the ground: "Your servant is stupid, I hope you will forgive me."

"Forget it, it's nothing." Jing Ye smiled at Shanyue, "Let's go."

Jing Ye walked ahead, and when he passed by the maidservant, he glanced down inadvertently, and saw the tip of a snow-white tail moving slightly among the piles of food boxes scattered around.

His eyes rolled slightly.Turning back to Shanyue, she said, "The steamed stuffed buns just delivered are delicious."

"If you like it, young master, you can ask the cook in the mansion to cook some."

"Okay."

The carriage of the City Lord's Mansion was parked outside the hall, the driver lifted the embroidered curtain, and Jing Ye lowered his head and sat in.

The wheels are rumbling, gradually moving away from the lights, and suddenly stop when they reach a secluded place.Jing Ye raised his eyebrows: "Shanyue?"

Wind-moving curtain embroidery.

Jing Ye waited patiently, and when he heard the "squeak" of the car board, the car curtain was lifted, and the person who lifted the curtain smiled frivolously.

"Your Majesty, can I be considered a hero to save the beauty?"

"Not counting." Jing Ye stretched out his hand for him to hold, stepped off the carriage, "You haven't rescued me yet."

Shanyue fell beside the car, Jing Ye stepped forward and said, "Did you kill her?"

"It's all about lighting her sleeping point." Lu Baizang stood behind him, wrapped his hands around his waist, and leaned into his ear with a smile, "I know Your Majesty is reluctant."

Jing Ye didn't bother to care about his small actions, so he raised his head and asked, "Leave now?"

"En." Lu Baizang rubbed his face, "They made some noise in the southern suburbs, and that young master is trying to find a way to solve it."

Jing Ye looked at him: "Then why don't you leave?"

Lu Baizang smiled wickedly: "Stay for a while longer, and I will be overjoyed at the thought of running away with His Majesty."

Jing Ye: "..."

There are many light kung fu masters in the city, so Lu Baizang led Jing Ye to a backyard.There were horses parked in the yard, and a man stood aside, apparently waiting for a long time.

Jing Ye followed Lu Baizang forward, took a look under the moonlight, and couldn't help but startled slightly: "Sir?"

It was the scholar who sold noodles in clear soup.

"Young Master Jing." The scholar cupped his hands generously.

Jing Ye and Lu Baizang got on their horses, leaned over and said, "We've met for a long time, but I still don't know Mr.'s name."

"What's the use of asking for a name, you despicable person?" The scholar smiled so much that his eyes rolled up, "I will move the noodle shop to the capital in the next few days, and please take care of me."

Jing Ye smiled and said, "Naturally."

Lifting the horseshoe while speaking, the two rode out of the courtyard gate and headed for the south gate.