Cuiyun Pavilion is an elegant room. It is spacious and can accommodate dozens of people. There are drunk prostitutes to accompany the wine. There are exotic flowers and plants, green bamboos and lush green pavilions. It is indeed more elegant and comfortable than the scattered seats outside.
Of course, the cost is even higher.
"Your Highness, please!"
Hu Mengyu and Wu Wenying quickly led the way.
Being able to invite this royal nobleman made the two of them look good.
Seeing Zhao Hong and others coming in, several people inside stood up and greeted Zhao Hong one by one.
"Zhen Shidao has met His Highness!"
Zhen Zhidao is the son of Zhao Hong's teacher Zhen Dexiu. Although he is handsome, his face is pale and his eyes are blue, and he is obviously a drunken youth.
Zhao Hong seemed to have heard someone say that although Zhen Zhidao was addicted to eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, and was full of the five poisons, he was a kind man.
"Your Highness, you are here too!"
Wei Jinyu, the son of Wei Liaoweng, the minister of the Ministry of War, has a big face, big eyes, height and weight, which gives people a strong sense of oppression.
I don't know if it was because he learned from his father Wei Liaowen that Zhao Hong was worthless, or for some other reason. The look in Wei Jinyu's eyes when he saw Zhao Hong seemed unfriendly.
"Jiang Wanli has met His Highness!"
"Jiang Wanzai has met His Highness!"
Jiang Wanli brothers are from a prominent family in Jiangxi. Their father once served as an official in Dali Sizhi. My elder brother Jiang Wanli is in his twenties and is a student of Shangshe. His younger brother, Jiang Wanzai, was only seventeen years old. He was a military officer and had already been awarded the title of Environmental Attaché of the Forbidden Army.
It seems that this is a gathering of the same kind of people, belonging to Qingliu Queen.
Zhao Hong and everyone were secretly shocked when they saw the ceremony one by one.
Except for Wu Wenying, who was a down-and-out scholar, everyone present was a wealthy and powerful person. It was really full of dandies.
Only this young woman, Yang Yi, was obviously disguised as a man, with buns and a crown, but she didn't know which family she belonged to...a noble lady.
The age of twenty-five or six is the most beautiful moment in a woman's life. She has a slim figure, white skin, black hair, and eyes like autumn water. There is a sense of romance in her eyes, and she is pitiful. She is a typical Jiangnan woman.
Zhao Hong couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
"Yang met with His Highness!"
The woman frowned slightly.
The Duke of Ji who came unexpectedly was indeed as rumored, a lustful, vocal and useless person, a pervert among trash, a trash among perverts.
"Sorry, I'm rude!"
Zhao Hong felt embarrassed and quickly looked away.
This Yang Yi shows off the femininity of a woman from the south of the Yangtze River. Coupled with the fact that she is disguised as a man, and has a graceful figure, she is indeed a beauty that makes people feel itchy.
Women's bun styles in the Song Dynasty can be roughly divided into two categories: high buns and low buns. High buns are mostly worn by aristocratic women, while ordinary women wear low buns. There is something wrong with this Yang Yi woman who is disguised as a man but in a bun style as a woman.
A few gorgeous drunkards came in, whether they were official prostitutes or ordinary people, they were all smiling and singing, and their professionalism in persuading them to drink was impeccable.
There was also someone sitting next to Zhao Hong. Zhao Hong was smiling and not rejecting him. Jiu Ji is about twenty years old, with mediocre appearance and average figure. Life is not easy for her.
Wei Jinyu passed by a man who seemed nice, but he drove him away without mercy. It seemed that he cared about his image in front of Yang Yi.
"Miss Yang, I heard that you are obsessed with painting and are famous in Beijing. Do you want everyone here to enjoy it?"
Wei Jinyu, the son of Wei Liaoweng, the Minister of War, spoke first.
"Yes, Miss Yang, don't be too self-conscious, let everyone take a look."
Zhen Zhidao, the son of Zhao Hong's mentor Zhen Dexiu, laughed and agreed with Wei Jinyu.
He and Wei Jinyu are best friends, two famous dandies in Lin'an City. Speaking of which, although Shi Miyuan was domineering, his family tradition was good and his children were able to behave themselves.
Of course, he also wanted to enjoy his wealth and the dividends from his father Shi Miyuan.
"Okay, okay, then I'll be rude and show my shame!"
Yang Yi was very high-spirited and took out a few paintings and placed them in front of everyone.
Everyone came forward to watch, and Zhao Hong also came over.
It’s hard to tell that this noble lady is still a talented woman.
Both pictures were of flowers and birds, with fresh and meticulous brushwork. Zhao Hong's eyes couldn't help but light up.
Subconsciously, he felt that he was good at painting.
"This bird has a peaceful expression, smooth lines all over its body, and is lively and easy to draw!"
Wei Jinyu was the first to praise.
"That's true. A good painting can be a masterpiece!"
Zhen Zhidao laughed and agreed with Wei Jinyu, and also complimented Yang Yi.
Zhao Hong nodded repeatedly, never expecting that Wei Jinyu had the ability to appreciate paintings.
In this regard, I am not as good as him.
Zhao Hong suddenly realized when he noticed the signature of the painting, the seal of "Painter by Yang Yi".
It turns out that this woman is already a painter, otherwise she would not dare to boast like this.
"Brother Wu, Brother Hu, what do you think?"
Yang Yi was beaming with joy and looked at Wu Wenying and Hu Mengyu.
"The lines are smooth and natural, but the pen is a bit stiff and the eyes are not flexible enough."
Hu Mengyu and Wu Wenying looked at each other, and Hu Mengyu made the first comment.
"I heard that Madam Yang has only been painting for less than two years. It's pretty good to have such a foundation."
Wu Wenying smiled awkwardly and then said it.
"If you don't understand, don't judge!"
Yang Yi looked a little disappointed, and Wei Jinyu immediately refuted it with a straight face.
"I think this painting is good!"
Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Zhenzhidao quickly came out to smooth things over.
"I can't draw well, it's so embarrassing!"
Wu Wenying and Hu Mengyu lowered their heads and said nothing. Yang Yi looked ugly, picked up the painting, tore it in half and threw it to the ground.
Zhao Hong shook his head slightly and had an impression of this noble lady in an instant.
Proud, sensitive, independent, even a little flashy.
I only started learning painting when I was in my twenties. If I didn’t have absolute talent, I would never consider myself a painter. It seems that this Yang Yi is used to being complimented by people around him.
This Hu Mengyu, dare to say, does not save any face for beautiful women.
"Ji Guo Gong, Shi Miyuan is the one who fights hard in the court. You are the one! Brother, I admire you and I'd like to propose a toast to you!"
The atmosphere was dull. Zhen Dexiu's son Zhen Zhidao raised his glass with a smile on his face and gave a toast to Zhao Hong.
Judging from his thin body, he should be no more than 112. Considering his height, he is too thin.
"I just don't know if Duke Ji Guo can make firearms? He won't end up refining several pots of elixirs, right?"
Wei Jinyu laughed and glanced at Yang Yi, wondering if it was to win the beauty's favor.
Everyone in the house was shocked. Hu Mengyu's face was serious and he was about to get angry. Zhao Hong shook his head slightly and stopped him with his eyes.
These dandy boys in Lin'an City, regardless of whether they were a clear stream or a turbid stream in the previous generation, have no reason to explain.
Everyone came and went, and after a few glasses of wine, the unhappiness of painting was put aside, and they all began to compete in poetry.
The Southern Song Dynasty had a strong literary style, and poetry competitions were just a way to add to the fun, just like boxing among ordinary people.
“New arrivals are irrelevant to current affairs and win the leisure of the wild days and months.
The loyalty of deposits and withdrawals shines on Bihan, and he is allowed to make trouble with his yellow mouth. "
Hu Mengyu chanted it first, causing a round of cheers.
Zhao Hong also cheered softly. The phrase "If you keep your loyalty, it will shine on Bihan", which reminded him of the famous saying of the national hero Wen Tianxiang, "Since ancient times, no one has died, but if you keep your loyalty, it will shine on history."
Wen Tianxiang may have just been born now, or he may not have been born yet.
However, the line "Let him make trouble with his bad mouth" in Hu Mengyu's poem is obviously a mockery of Wei Jinyu's rudeness to him. This thin official turned out to be very fiery, which surprised him.
On the other hand, Wei Jinyu was still ignorant and seemed to be still trying to please the delicate Yang Yi.
Zhao Hong shook his head secretly. This Wei Jinyu seems to be a reckless man.
The next two students, Jiang Wanli and Wei Jinyu, performed two songs, which were bland and unremarkable. Jiang Wanzai, the childish-looking military attache of the Imperial Guard, declined with a blushing face and drank three glasses of wine in a row.
Zhao Hong smiled softly. This seventeen-year-old boy is actually a sincere gentleman.
He poured a cup of tea for Jiang Wanzai. Jiang Wanzai was flattered and thanked him repeatedly.
Wu Wenying, a down-and-out scholar, cleared his throat and recited aloud, but it was "Sijia Ke".
"When Chai Yan falls asleep in the clouds, apricot blossom branches break off from the partition wall. Her face is half painted with youthful makeup, and the flowers fly again in the middle of the drizzle.
Love each other lightly, but know each other from the past. There are several slanting lights on the green tomb of a broken heart. When the wind blows, I will not light up my clothes when I am empty. "
Everyone cheered, and Yang Yi, who was disguised as a man, turned red with admiration.
"Brother Wu, your masterpiece can be left on the wall for visitors to appreciate!"
"Yes, yes, brother Wu's elegant work can leave the calligraphy treasure here, which will shock the world!"
"Brother Wu, please keep the calligraphy treasure!"
Everyone started to boo.
Zhao Hong smiled slightly and shook his head secretly.
These poems are innocent, full of lingering love, and full of pettiness. No wonder the martial arts of the Song Dynasty court were mediocre.
Whether it is Xin Qiji's "Watching a Sword while Drunk with a Lamplight on", or Yue Wumu's "Laughing and Talking about Drinking the Blood of the Huns", or Lu Fangweng's "Although the three households of Chu were able to destroy Qin, how could there be an empty China?", those who once His jade-blooded heart seemed to have completely disappeared.
"Everyone, Wu is in a state of desolation. It's better not to let him go, so as not to disturb him. Madam Yang, it's your turn, otherwise you will be fined with alcohol!"
Wu Wenying declined politely and turned to Yang Yi with a smile.
Inexplicably, he was very fond of this gentle and charming lady.
"Mr. Wu, I heard that you and a Lin'an woman had a private life, and then abandoned her. Is this true?"
Wei Jinyu said coldly, and the proud look on Wu Wenying's face disappeared, and his expression quickly darkened.
Zhao Hong was shocked. You should expose others but not their faults. Do you want to overturn the table at the dinner party you organized?
"Wei Jinyu, how can the rumors be taken seriously? What nonsense are you talking about?"
The delicate lady Yang Yifen blushed and scolded Wei Jinyu angrily.
"My dear brother, you are not afraid of ignorance, don't take it to heart."
Hu Mengyu next to Zhao Hong comforted Wu Wenying.
Zhao Hong couldn't help but smile. There seems to be a reason why Hu Mengyu is still an eighth- or ninth-grade sesame officer even though he is still young.
He likes to talk quickly and express gratitude and hatred.
The people at this table are all full of personality and are very impressive.
Seeing Wei Jin's foolish glare, as if he was about to get angry at Hu Mengyu, Zhao Hong quickly spoke.
"Brother Wu, there is no reason to talk about feelings. Even if Wei Yamen doesn't ask, someone will always mention it. Rumors stop at the wise, don't take it to heart."
Wu Wenying seemed to have a good reputation in history, and he was Hu Mengyu's friend. Zhao Hong also wanted to settle the matter.
He could see clearly that Wei Jinyu seemed to be just jealous of Wu Wenying and had no evil intentions.
"Your Highness, if singers come to collect debts, you won't refuse to pay them back, right?"
Wei Jinyu yelled at the sky and the earth, and started to attack Zhao Hong again.
"Wei Yanei, are you a hedgehog? Why are you covered in thorns?"
Hu Mengyu couldn't help but said angrily, which made Zhao Hong feel happy.
It seems that there is no shortage of jokers in any era.
"I'm a hedgehog, what can you do?"
Wei Jin is a fool and is not generous, with a cold face and cold eyes. It seems that if he disagrees with him, he will challenge Hu Mengyu in a one-on-one fight.
"Wei Jinyu, if you do this again, the banquet will be over!"
Yang Yi paused lightly with the wine glass in his hand, his face full of irritation.
"Old Wei, please stop talking and have a glass of wine to calm down."
Zhen Zhidao poured a glass of wine for Wei Jinyu. Wei Jinyu picked up the glass, drank it in one gulp, turned his face away, and stopped talking.
Zhao Hong shook his head secretly. This Wei Jinyu has a bad temper, like a stubborn child.
Wei Liaoweng Wei Shilang, this family education needs to be improved.
"Miss Yang, it's your turn!"
Zhenzhidao smiled, resolving everyone's embarrassment.
Wei Jinyu also stopped saying anything. If he acted wantonly again, he might end up unhappy.
"The scenery is urgent, it is the thirtieth month of March. I want to linger but can't wait, the green fields are full of smoke and weeping."
Qian Who sent a message of spring night, and the drums were painted and beat lightly on the city wall. Linqi asked me to pay, and I will arrive at the top of the plum tree early next year. "
Yang Yi whispered softly, and sang "Qing Ping Le", as gentle as water.
Everyone applauded in unison, and the atmosphere became even more lively.
The Southern Song Dynasty had a strong literary style. Like other restaurants in the Southern Song Dynasty, Fengle Tower drank and wrote poems, and met friends with poems. Many poets who moved there left their poems behind, which was also a major feature of the Southern Song Dynasty.
"Brother Wu, I hope you will give me more advice in the future!"
Yang Yi looked at Wu Wenying with a little admiration and embarrassment in her eyes.
Although she was very unconvinced, compared with the artistic conception of Wu Wenying's lyrics, hers was undoubtedly inferior.
"Your Highness, it's your turn!"
Hu Mengyu restored peace and urged Zhao Hong to come.
Wei Liaoweng was a famous official in the dynasty, and the Wei Gao family in Pujiang was from a prominent family. How could there be such a thing as Wei Jinyu?
"Everyone, I'm very talented and knowledgeable, so I'd better punish myself with three cups of wine!"
Zhao Hong laughed, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
In fact, everyone had paid him a lot of respect just now, and he was already half-drunk and a little dizzy.
"Wait a minute, Your Highness, I'll drink it for you!"
Seeing Zhao Hong's face turning red, Jiang Wanzai quickly grabbed the wine glass from his hand to cover Zhao Hong's drink.
"Brother Jiang, this is a rule, you can't stop it!"
The dandy Wei Jinyu stopped Jiang Wanzai again.
It seemed that he was very disapproving of Zhao Hong.
"Mr. Ji Guo, you have been hugging each other all day long, drunk and dreaming, playing the piano and roaring. You can't drink these few glasses of wine, right?"
The lady Yang Yi looked at Zhao Hong with disdain and a bit of contempt.
"Your Highness, your piano skills are superb, why don't you play a piece of music to open our eyes."
Hu Mengyu frowned and glanced at Yang Yi, then came out to smooth things over.
He invited Zhao Hong here, and he couldn't let Zhao Hong not come to the stage.
Who is this beautiful lady Yang who is so rude to Zhao Hong?
Everyone applauded in unison again. Zhao Hong's piano skills were outstanding and everyone in Lin'an City knew it. Everyone is still looking forward to his music.
"Everyone, let me play a song!"
Zhao Hong had no choice but to bite the bullet and say.
He drank the remaining two glasses of wine and smiled.
"Everyone, please bring up the piano!"
