One day, after practicing, he returned to Yang Mansion.
When passing through the courtyard, I accidentally noticed that there were more than a dozen guards, maids, and servants in the Yang Mansion. They seemed different from before.
Everyone has his or her own destiny, whether he is destined to be miserable or rich, and one can also see how much life is left.
When he met these people before, Bai Yujun could clearly see their fates. Some were long-lived and some were short-lived. But these people suddenly lost their fates. It was strange. His sense of smell could tell that they had not been replaced, let alone replaced. The ghost cultivator used the ghost to forcibly control the body. He was still the same person, but his fate became blurred.
I rubbed my forehead, feeling like something was wrong.
"That dancer! Why don't you go to rehearse tonight when you have to dance for all of you? Did I pay you just to hang out?" The butler with a mustache shouted arrogantly.
"Go right now, go right now, don't be angry, don't get so angry~"
Bai Yujun turned on the venomous tongue mode. This butler was very arrogant and vicious to the maids and servants every day. Previously, he deprived the dancers of a meal because of a small mistake, which made the girls look ugly because of hunger. Of course he would not miss the opportunity to scold him. In the end, So that he could vomit blood and die. Obviously, if a good person does not live long, it will cause trouble for thousands of years.
"You...you are such an actor!"
In the feudal era, actors had a lowly status and could even be said to be no different from slaves. Although housekeepers were also servants, they were the upper class among the servants and were the pinnacle of their lives. Of course, they looked down on actors.
"Old man, are you a little out of your mind when you stand here and don't let me pass and say I won't hurry up and rehearse?"
The housekeeper just happened to block the path to the side courtyard. He was just deliberately looking for trouble due to his status.
"I dare not ask the servant to scold you!"
"You dare, of course you dare. You are the most powerful and dare to do anything. Is this okay? Please give in."
Anyone who has ever had a quarrel knows how irritating this kind of tone is. The butler with a mustache was trembling with anger and panting. He who seldom quarreled was almost fainted by Bai Yujun.
It happened that Mr. Yang was passing by.
"Steward Sun, what's the dispute about?"
"My eldest son, this opera actor walks around the house casually and dares to contradict him! This is simply unreasonable!"
Butler Sun seemed like a bullied concubine who had found a backbone and almost fell to the ground, hugging Mr. Yang's legs and crying. The look on his face made Bai Yujun really think that he had bullied him.
Young Master Yang looked at Bai Yujun and his eyes lit up instantly.
"This is my Yang Mansion. It's okay if you don't understand the rules. Someone come and take her to the backyard and discipline her strictly."
The two immediately became familiar with each other and were ready to go forward to arrest the person. Bai Yujun was also ready to take action. Just when there was a high possibility of a murder, the aunt in charge of the troupe, who always had a cold face, suddenly appeared.
"stop!"
The two servants were really frightened. The Yang family knew that this aunt had learned boxing and was very good at it.
The stewardess looked at Bai Yujun with a helpless expression.
"I've been looking for you everywhere for a long time, why don't you go back to rehearse soon?"
"yes."
Bai Yujun walked back to the side courtyard in a hurry. Behind him, the housekeeper and Mr. Yang were arguing, and the housekeeper was not willing to show weakness. All of this had nothing to do with Bai Yujun.
The floor of the courtyard was covered with carpets, and musicians and dancers were rehearsing dances. Bai Yujun rolled her eyes, sighed, put on a long skirt, and joined in.
After a while, the music started playing and the dancers danced gracefully...
Dinner parties were high-level group activities in ancient times. As long as they were from a wealthy family or a powerful person, they would invite their distinguished guests and friends to have fun at home, drink some wine and watch beauties dancing, and invite the troupe to perform a good show. Yang Chen Coordinating the counter-insurgency in the southeast requires frequent contact with powerful people, otherwise he would not directly arrange for Liyuan to live in his own home.
A battle was won on the front, and the general and local dignitaries were invited to their home for a dinner to celebrate.
If the battle at the front is lost, a dinner party must be held to encourage the frontline generals and senior officials. No matter what can't be settled without a dinner party, if so, then hold it twice.
The drainage ditch of Yang Mansion exudes the smell of vegetable juice every day, and the sour smell attracts swarms of flies to gather for dinner.
The woodcutters in Qingyan City all know that the Yang Mansion consumes a lot of firewood. They carry dry firewood at the back door early every morning waiting to be sold. There are many soldiers patrolling nearby, and no one dares to approach.
No, the sound of cooking pots and spoons came from the backyard kitchen again, and preparations for the evening banquet began early.
There was a lot of traffic at the gate of Yang Mansion.
Yang Chen also knew that holding a dinner party could easily provide opportunities for assassins, but in order to suppress the rebellion, he had to deal with various powerful people. Who would be willing to come if he drinks tea every day? The culture of the wine table is not something he talks about casually.
"The governor of Jinzhou Gao has arrived~"
"Master Nanyuan Lin is here~"
"General Hu is here~"
Distinguished guests came to the door one after another, and Yang Chen's children and grandchildren stood at the door and entered the house one by one.
It didn't take long for Old Man Yang's performance to begin in the living room. He used his skills as an official in Chang'an for many years to skillfully coordinate various ministries. He was also really capable of arranging the chaotic states in the southeast. It would have been impossible if he had not been immersed in the court for many years, especially He understands the military very well, and at least so far it is recognized that he has not made any big mistakes.
After the meeting, just as the sun went down, candles and lanterns were lit in the mansion.
"You all have come a long way to travel and travel, and I have specially arranged a banquet for you all."
Old Man Yang looked at the housekeeper and nodded.
“Serve food and wine~”
A loud roar seemed to turn on a switch, and countless maids and servants skillfully started the banquet according to the previous division of labor. It was Bai Yujun's job to wait for the dancers to serve the food, and the beautiful dancers filed in holding step plates and stepping on small steps.
The other party has not taken action since the last time they found insect eggs.
In recent times, there have been no monks in assassinations. The monks have spiritual power fluctuations that are easily detected by the monks. Therefore, the opponent mostly uses ordinary people to carry out the assassinations. When the ordinary assassins cannot perform the assassination, they secretly bribe or coerce the maids and servants of the Yang family. There have been several times These ordinary assassins almost succeeded.
After serving the food, Bai Yujun, who was about to go into the hall to dance, felt agitated for no reason, as if something bad was about to happen...
The housekeeper appeared outside the side door of the hall and gave Bai Yujun a serious look.
"Prepare to dance, don't make any mistakes, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences! Humph!"
Bai Yujun, who was in the team, rolled his eyes and pouted, earning a helpless look from the aunt in charge.
"Okay, cheer up and go in."
The dancers walked into the middle of the hall from behind the curtain at the side door and started dancing. The atmosphere of the banquet was lively. They toasted, ate and laughed as if they were friends who had been together for many years. The wine table culture was vividly interpreted in this ancient era.
Bai Yujun performed along with the girls, conscientiously acting as a secret chess piece.
The elder sitting behind the screen behind Yang Chen opened his eyes and slightly moved his mouth to transmit secret messages to all the golden elixir monks. The hall was still full of entertainment, but the monks outside were on alert. There was no peace tonight...
