Chapter 137: A Round of Autumn Shadows Turning into Golden Waves (1)
The setting sun shines on the city of Kaifeng in the west, giving it a layer of bright and charming red, like the carmine half-hidden behind the door curtain.
At this time, the capital of the Song Dynasty entered its most prosperous period. People of all kinds walked out of their respective residences one by one, either on foot, in carriages, or in sedan chairs, and gathered towards their respective destinations.
Outside Zhuque Gate, east to the main street, Wheat Straw Lane, Zhuangyuan Building, west to Xinmen Wazi, and Killing Pig Lane are all Jiaofang brothels. The place is already crowded with people and busy with traffic.
There are all kinds of delicacies in Zhouqiao Night Market, Dongjiaolou Street and Alley, etc., which are the favorite places for gluttons.
Especially the 72nd floor, with its bright lights, bustling brocade, endless silk strings and clear singing, has become the center of Kaifeng City. The Alum Tower is the most dazzling place.
The area around the Alum Tower was already crowded with people of all kinds before nightfall.
There are hawkers selling all kinds of miscellaneous goods; there are zaks with hair tied in their hair, singing songs and waiting for their patrons to call for songs; Chinese...
There were patrol officers in formal uniforms and holding shields and sticks walking back and forth on the streets; police cars, flat-head cars, and four-wheeled carriages were passing through the crowd slowly, and everyone would temporarily give way to both sides.
The wide streets are crowded with pedestrians and cars.
Today, the Bailun Tower has changed its appearance. In addition to the main entrance archway tied with flowers, the tall buildings on the left and right wings are hung with red lanterns. When the wind blows, hundreds of red lanterns sway, and the Bailun Tower seems to be carrying a An eight-treasure phoenix crown covered with red glass beads.
Seeing the dignitaries and celebrities entering the Baifan Tower together, the idlers waiting for work next to them were full of envy.
"After the Pan Building was bought and demolished by the government, the Ailun Building became the one on the 72nd floor." An idle man said with a thumbs up.
"That's right. A relative of mine works there. I heard that the private rooms have been booked until next month, and everyone has to queue up. The internal steward of Prime Minister Zhang Gong's mansion wanted to insert a number to entertain the relatives coming from Pucheng. Being unceremoniously turned away.”
There was a gasp of air all around.
Nowadays, Dazai Akira is the head of the civil service and is in charge of state affairs. He is extremely powerful. Even the internal officials in his house don't even give him face. Baifanlou is really awesome!
"Brothers, how come the Pan Building was so good that it was bought and demolished by the government?" someone asked curiously.
"I know this. Pan Tower is too close to the Imperial City. Not only Pan Tower, but also the private houses in a circle surrounding the Imperial City were all bought by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and demolished."
"That's it. But where is the imperial city? Where the officials live, a place full of immortality. Look at the surrounding private houses, they are densely packed next to the walls of the imperial city. I heard that when Emperor Renzong, there were private houses built directly On the edge of the city wall. You are so brave, you dare to be next to the official family."
"Yes, I heard that the ministers at that time couldn't stand it any longer, so they collected some money and bought the house and demolished it. Otherwise, if the neighboring friends and feudal lords saw it, they would laugh to death."
"We, the officials of the Song Dynasty, were indeed kind and kind. They all adhered to the roots of the imperial city. They did not ask anyone to demolish it. They had to pay for it before they dared to demolish it. Today's officials, there are many domineering people, are still really Pay for it in gold and silver, buy it and then tear it down."
"Listen to the gentlemen, the law protects private property rights, and officials should lead by example..."
Just as he was talking, a waiter from Baifan Building came out of the side door. The idlers rushed up to him in a swarm, and then quietly gathered around to listen to what was going on.
The waiter took a list and sang: "Xu Daguan ordered Gai Zhongbao; Zhang Daguan ordered Zhang Banu; Li Daguan ordered Zhang Xiao and Sun Wuliu; Liu Daguan ordered pur and sang Wang Aniang; Wu Daguan ordered Zhouqiao Tan and Zhang Jiaqun
Eight pieces of immortal soup mats..."
The waiter finished singing with a long tail, and the idle men began to announce their homes: "Little Wang Liuzi of Qujia Lane, Dongcheng Branch has a record number, No. 879..."
As he spoke, he held up a wooden sign.
"The small one has a bond with the guild..."
After hearing this, the clerk handed over a post: "This is a post from Senior Official Xu. Please quickly invite Gai Zhongbao to come. Several senior officials are waiting for him to update."
"Go and invite me right away." The idle man carefully took the post, and another clerk made a note on the book in his hand and sang at the same time.
"The Sixth Prince of Qujia Lane asked Mr. Xu to build a treasure, and the commission money will be collected later."
Soon, the clerk scattered all the posts in his hand and returned to Baifanlou with the clerk.
At this time, in the Alum Tower, the beaded curtains and embroidered foreheads were like flowers; the lamps and candles were shining brightly, as bright as day. The voices and laughter of countless people were mixed together, like a pot of boiling water.
This scene and emotion, and the battlefield in Xingqing City thousands of miles away, are like two different worlds.
Suddenly, a man stood up and knocked his clapper in the corridor on the second floor. The whole building immediately became silent, and then he heard singing.
"Thousands of reds and emeralds are clustered in the Qingming weather. To pity him, all kinds of fragrances make it difficult not to get drunk. My love is as deep as yours, my heart is in my heart. When we look at each other, there is a spring breeze, and there is no trace of joy.
"
Singing and sighing three times, the sound is melodious and beautiful. It lingers around the beam for three days.
After the lingering sound, as if they had heard some command, everyone in the building burst out "Okay!"
After the call was completed, everyone whispered to each other and asked questions one after another.
"Who is singing the song?"
"Who is, of course, Feng Jinnu. In today's world, she is the only one who can sing the lyrics of the Muslim layman (Zhou Bangyan)."
"Ah, we actually invited the Feng family. Who is so generous as to invite her all?"
"I heard they are Sun Boye, Wang Shaoqing, Zheng Juzhong, Wang Jiangming and other famous people."
"Oh, they are all famous people. No wonder we can invite Mr. Feng."
In the private room, Zheng Juzhong, Wang Fu and others listened intoxicatedly. After the call was completed, they raised their hands and said to Feng Jinnu: "Feng's fairy music made us intoxicated. We are all common people, but we are just ordinary people.
I can reward everyone with common things and express my feelings. Come on!"
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Two servants each brought a box of southern pearls and a plate of Eastern Japanese twisted silk snowflake silver.
The two of them have never been short of money since they followed His Highness King Wu, and they have already become well-known big spenders in Kaifeng City. With these two things displayed, others did not find it out of the ordinary.
Feng Jinnu just glanced at it and said to the maid indifferently: "It is what you two gentlemen want, so just accept it."
Her tone was calm and calm, just like accepting two plates of eggs. Her move immediately aroused another burst of praise from the group of Song Dynasty dog lickers next to her.
"Master Feng really doesn't care about fame and wealth, and regards money as dung!"
"Master Feng is truly a pure and unique person. Only someone with such a state of mind as Master Feng can sing the lyrics of a pure layman so euphemistically and beautifully."
Feng Jinnu had a calm expression on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.
Not for money, I have been practicing hard for more than ten years, and now I am out in public and traveling around. Is it really for artistic pursuit?
In a corner of the private room, Sun Fu, Wang Shiyong, Zhang Bangchang and Wu Min were sitting together, talking in low voices.
Wang Shiyong said angrily: "Those Liao people did not keep their word. They promised to send troops south to help me approach the Qing Dynasty and correct the path. Why did they turn around and break their promise!" This chapter has been completed!
