Chapter 1 Humiliation

Author: Sigui Beihong

Chapter 1 Humiliation

The Shangyuan Festival in the third year of Yuanfu was far less lively than in previous years. Although the large city of Tokyo was also crowded and bustling, when I looked around, I couldn't see a child running and playing, or a vendor wandering the streets.

The wind was blowing fiercely, mixed with shrill whistles. People lowered their heads, hunched their necks, and raised their folded arms from time to time to shield themselves from the cutting cold wind.

At dusk, the setting sun sheds its red rays on the wide imperial street in front of the Daxiangguo Temple.

The imperial street is twenty miles long and about two hundred steps wide. Such a spacious imperial street is no less generous than the Zhuque Street in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty.

However, the Royal Street at this time was empty, and the various shops lined up on both sides were also quite lonely. Not to mention that today was the Lantern Festival, even on ordinary days it would not be so depressed.

Since the beginning of winter last year, there has been bad news among the officials that "the saint bows unhesitatingly" and "the dragon's body is not in good condition", and it has not improved until this year.

Gradually, there were some discussions among the people. "How could the official family suffer from such a serious disease that is difficult to cure when it was at its peak in the Spring and Autumn Period?", "I heard that a Taoist watched the sky at night and saw a wolf snatching Beichen. It must be that there is something evil and evil that is causing trouble in the court.

Already."

Therefore, people from the Imperial City Division of Soldiers and Horses patrolled the city every day. Whether it was the Zhou Bridge on the Bian River, the roads on both sides of Tianjie, or the city gates, palace gates, Jinming Pool and various streets, patrolling Imperial City Division personnel could often be seen.

Soldiers in helmets and armor.

Because of this, even on such a festive day as the Lantern Festival, the people seem to be in a dull mood. How can there be any sense of celebration?

However, there was also a restaurant that was very lively.

Go west on Yu Street, exit Yiqiu Gate, and walk along West Street to Shuntian Gate. You will see a majestically standing restaurant. This restaurant is hexagonal and has three floors. The first floor is where shabby drinkers indulge in drinking.

The second and third floors are the elegant rooms of wealthy families. From the windows, you can have a panoramic view of the scenery of Jinmingchi outside the city and the bustling market in the city.

There is an inscription in a storybook from that time: "Changfeng Restaurant is as high as the sky, and one drink is worth thousands of dollars. In front of Fanlou's door, you can smell drunken fish, and cook dragons and phoenixes to taste fat and delicious. To attract white people, to banish immortals, and to play and sing in the Jade Tower."

Take a leaf from the teahouse incense cup and exchange it for the Queen Mother's garden."

Changfeng Tower, Fan Tower, Yu Tower and Ming Tower are the four most prestigious shops in Tokyo. As for shops, their splendor is not inferior to that of Wangfu Villa. Just the year before last, Fan Tower was renovated and newly built with brackets.

It even spreads past the Zichen Palace in the imperial city, which shows its majestic power.

At this time, Changfeng Tower was bustling with people, the drinkers were chatting, drinking and playing dice. Those who were fighting crickets, from time to time, cheered loudly or clapped their legs and felt sorry. Compared with the tranquility of the entire Tokyo city, it seemed like an isolated place.

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Just because an interesting story happened in the city of Tokyo recently, which caused people to talk in the streets, but it happened to be met with "unhesitating" officials. The people in the Imperial City Department in the city were tight, and no one dared to make trouble in the inner city.

They all came in droves to show off their talk at Changfeng Tower under the Shuntian Gate.

"Hey! Did any of you think that Mo Yunxiao would be here today?" A drinker slapped the wine table, rolled up his sleeves, and said to the people at the same table: "'Ning Peng'

In Kaifeng Mansion, I will not touch Mo Yunxiao; I would rather have three buckets of jealousy than see Mo Helu. Hehe, the Song family master dares to scratch the lice on the head of this 'female Yama', I'm afraid there will be no good fruit to eat!"

After he finished speaking in one breath, he picked up the wine bowl and drank the last bit of the soup in one gulp. Then he wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand and showed a smile of great enjoyment.

The two drinking buddies at the same table looked at each other, and one of them said: "Although Mo Yunxiao is unruly, Mr. Song is not an ordinary person. The Fanlou Song family is also a well-known name in our city of Tokyo. Mo Yunxiao

You can’t help but have some scruples.”

"Hey! Yuan Erlang, you are just a scholar." Another person smiled and patted his shoulder, saying: "If we talk about the reputation that spreads far and wide, the Song family in Fanlou and the Mo family in Minglou are not.

They are evenly matched. However, this matter cannot be covered up by reputation. Think of Mo Yunxiao, who has been wielding swords and guns since she was a child, and often galloping around the city on horseback. Who would not be afraid of her? But now, the Song family

Da Lang decided to break off the engagement, which greatly disgraced the queen. How could she let it go? Huh! Even an ordinary family would consider it a shame and a great humiliation if they encountered such a thing, let alone the Mo family! Let alone Mo Yun

Xiao?"

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity..." The drinker who spoke before started to sigh with emotion. He no longer had the arrogance of looking forward to his own glory just now, and he was as despondent as an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Brother Cheng, what's wrong with you?" The man called Ming Yun gently pushed his arm and asked softly.

He raised his head and glanced at the two of them, then chuckled and said: "This Mo Yunxiao has a pretty face, but he has the temperament of a lion from the east of the river. Alas, I feel sorry for the Young Master of the Song family!"

After saying this, the three of them burst out laughing.

But before the laughter ended, the whole restaurant suddenly became silent. The three of them felt strange, so they all looked towards the door. The sight was so terrible that the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

Standing at the door were two women, one tall and one short. The tall woman wore a felt hat, slightly covering her face, and a fox fur coat on her body. The white down was turned out and pressed against her snow-white neck.

, the lower body is a pair of baggy flared trousers, and she wears embroidered white-faced shoes, which are extremely luxurious; and the short woman is wearing a green dress and ordinary women's shoes. She looks like a maid.

The two women stood at the door, and the drinkers looked at each other. Only the crickets that were fighting fiercely were fighting in the earthen pot as if there was no one around. For a moment, the whole restaurant was as quiet as water.

The maid who was supporting her young lady looked up and shouted angrily: "Where are the people from Changfeng Tower? They didn't even come to support me?"

"Come on, come on..." A waiter from the restaurant ran over quickly with his waist bowed. He came to the foot of the steps, bowed his waist and lowered his head, and said very respectfully: "Miss Helu is here, Xiaodi Sansheng is lucky to be able to

Come and serve."

"Okay." The woman in the felt hat asked coldly, "Has the person I want to see arrived?"

"Go back to Miss Helu. When we arrive, we'll be waiting in the Fengyue Room upstairs. Xiaodi will lead the way for the girl." As the boy said this, he gently stepped aside and made a gesture to invite people in.

The woman did not respond, but with the help of the maid, she stepped on the floor tiles of Changfeng Tower.

The gazes of the drinkers were attracted by them, and no one dared to say a word, or even dare to breathe. "Thump, thump, thump..." The waiter led the two women up the stairs, and there was a confusion.

There was a loud stamping sound. After a while, they disappeared from the sight of the drinkers.

The young man stopped at the door of a private room. He looked up and saw the wooden sign hanging on the door with the word "Feng Yue" written on it. He gently raised his hand and knocked on the door and said: "Master Song, He Lu

The girl has arrived."

Soon, the door opened with a creak, and a handsome man with stern eyes came into view. He had thick eyebrows and deep eyes, and fair skin. He was like an immortal walking out of a painting. He stood there.

When the maid on the side saw it, her cheeks turned red and she hurriedly lowered her head.

But when the man looked at the person in front of him, he was a little flustered for a moment. After being stunned for a long time, he said: "Girl of the Mo family, come in quickly."

The woman in the felt hat tilted her head slightly and said to the maid beside her: "I have something to say to Brother Song, please stay guard at the door."

"Yes, big lady." The maid also bent her knees slightly and agreed.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the boy hurriedly smiled and said: "You two, wait a moment, Xiaodi will go to the kitchen to prepare food." After he finished speaking, he ran away quickly.

The woman in the felt hat strode into the house, pacing and looking around. Although the small house was not big, it was well-organized. The two hanging windows were on the east and west sides, overlooking the Jinming Pond and the city respectively.

In the busy city. In front of the window is a round table with a small stove for scalding wine. A pot of wine is still sitting on it, but the charcoal fire is almost gone.

On one side in front of the table is a mahogany screen, on which are painted the moon in the west building and "Broken Array" by Su Zizhan; on the other side are several cabinets with some precious utensils placed on them, although they cannot be entered.

The discernment of a person like Zhao Mingcheng is extremely precious.

The woman came to the table and sat down, gently taking off her felt hat, revealing a pretty and fair face.

Her eyes were like wavy blue lakes, her eyebrows were like crescent moons and silver hooks, and under the high bridge of her nose was a pair of red lips dotted with lipstick. The lips were so full that they looked like delicate flowers.

But at this moment, her eyes were full of anger and resentment, and her cold gaze was like a sharp arrow directed at the man who was walking towards her.

The man stood still in front of her, bowed his head and said, "Sister of the Mo family, brother, I am being polite."

"Humph!" The woman raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes, and asked coldly: "Who is your sister?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then changed his words and called softly: "Helu."

"He Lu? Do you only remember my cousin and forget my name, Mo Yunxiao?" The woman raised her voice and stared at him.

The man shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying: "I would rather touch Kaifeng Mansion than Mo Yunxiao; I would rather be jealous than Mo Haolu. Haha, brother, how can I not know this wise saying in Tokyo?"

"Pa!" With a loud sound, Mo Yunxiao slapped the table hard, causing the wine pot, wine cup, and the small stove to jump.

"Then you should know my methods!" Her tone became more fierce and she squinted her eyes and said: "I want to be friends with you, Song Mingxuan, my childhood sweetheart, and I also want to have a good relationship with your Song family in the Mo family, so I can have a good relationship with you.

Treat each other. You have no intention of me and want to break the marriage contract you made since childhood. I should be considerate. But why did you break the contract in public and make me a laughing stock in the city of Tokyo? "

After she finished speaking, she made another "pop" sound and slapped the table hard and hard.

Song Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, then sighed deeply and said, "He Lu, I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for your Mo family. However, I do have unspeakable secrets. If I don't do it in public,

If so, I'm afraid it will be more difficult to explain in the future."

"Secretness?" Mo Yunxiao smiled up at the sky and said, "Are you not keeping yourself clean and are stained with flowers and willows?"

"No, no, no!" Song Mingxuan waved his hand hurriedly and said, "I have never... never been to that kind of place! However, my privacy is even more difficult to express than eating flower wine."

"Hmph!" Mo Yunxiao glanced at the corner of his mouth and said, "I know what you have in mind even if you don't tell me."

Song Mingxuan was shocked when he heard this, and his back was wet with sweat. He hurriedly stepped forward, stared into Mo Yunxiao's eyes and asked, "Sister Helu, what did you say?"

Facing Song Mingxuan's burning gaze, Mo Yunxiao did not dodge, but still raised her head arrogantly, looked into his eyes, and said: "Why do you insist on breaking off the engagement, and why are you hesitating here? Humph! In my heart

My head is clear and I know everything clearly."

Song Mingxuan raised his eyebrows and said: "No... no, this matter is extremely secretive, how could you know?"

"Do you want me to say it myself?" Mo Yunxiao leaned forward slightly and asked proudly.

After hearing this, Song Mingxuan seemed to have lost his soul. He could only stare at her blankly, as if deaf and crazy, without saying a word.
Chapter completed!