For this grand event, Xu Yinjue spent a lot of money to bring the largest flower boats in Nanjing.
At this time, the flower boat was lying across the water. After everyone boarded the boat, they discovered that from a high position, they could see all the small things at a glance, and the world was vast.
On the deck of the flower boat, several seats have been lined up one after another, and in the corner next to it, the theater troupe is already in place.
If you didn't know better, you would think there was some kind of temple fair going on here, but you wouldn't have imagined that what was about to break out was a literary debate.
As Emperor Wen Zong, Liu Zongzhou was the focus of the day, so he was invited to the main seat. Accompanying him were Xu Yinjue, Qian Qianyi, Zheng Sanjun, Luo Congyu, Fu Zhenshang, Xiong Mingyu, Qian Shisheng and other Nanjing officialdom officials.
guy.
Even Zhang Cai has no place in this position.
It's not that I deliberately look down on him, but based on his status and qualifications as a scholar, he really doesn't have the qualifications to compete with him.
Even if he has a great reputation among scholars and people, he can only step aside on such occasions.
Of course, sitting aside doesn't mean that he will be overshadowed. On the contrary, everyone's eyes are still focused on him.
Zhang Cai enjoyed this feeling of attention, contentedly waiting for the follow-up.
The other side of the main seat was occupied by Zuo Mengeng, Huang Zongxi and their female relatives. The other scribes lined up in order, each with their own purpose.
After everyone had taken their seats, Xu Yinjue presided over the ceremony and said, "Spring is great, and all the talented people have arrived. Such a grand event cannot but add splendor. Let's sing and dance, and have a good tour of the East Garden, which is worthy of our time."
While they were talking, the servants of the Xu Mansion came in and began to arrange wine and food for each seat. For a while, the delicacies were endless and the wine was fragrant, which really diluted the tension a bit.
But seeing this scene, Zuo Mengeng and Huang Zongxi all looked ugly and secretly regretted it.
Xu Ruoxin didn't know why.
"This prince of the State of Wei has painstakingly planned and arranged everything to the best of his ability. Why are you still looking so sad?"
Xu Ruolin understood her husband's thoughts and sighed: "When we were in Shandong, we couldn't eat such good food."
The delicacies on this table cannot be purchased without a hundred taels of silver. Looking at the ship and the shore, almost every table is like this.
The luxury of Xungui is evident.
Xu Ruoxin didn't believe it.
"The third brother-in-law's business is so big and he makes a lot of money every day. How can he miss out on food?"
Zuo Mengeng said solemnly: "There are so many people in the world who have no food and clothing. What we do is just to save the country and the people. No matter how much profit we have, it will only be gone in the blink of an eye."
Xu Ruoxin pouted, still not understanding what they were thinking.
On the main seat, Xu Yinjue enjoyed the grand scene and said loudly: "To entertain Mr. Jishan today, I specially invited Miss Li Zhenli from Meixiang Tower to prepare a big show."
While they were talking, the stage had been set up in the open space in the middle, and the drummers in the corners were taking their places.
The Ming Dynasty was a period of rapid development of opera, and many classic operas that are familiar to later generations were born. It was during this period that Kun Opera gradually matured.
During the Jiajing period, Wei Liangfu boldly reformed Kunshan tune, absorbing the characteristics of Yuyao tune, Yiyang tune, and Haiyan tune that were popular at the time, and formed a complete Kunqu opera system.
Kun Opera emphasizes softness, glutinousness and delicacy, much like the water-milled glutinous rice dumplings eaten by Jiangnan people, so it is also called Shuimoqiang.
During the Wanli Period, Kun Opera entered a stage of explosive development. In Suzhou alone, there were thousands of professional Kun Opera performers.
Kun Opera is even more popular among the people. Large-scale events such as banquets, church fairs, and temple fairs may even be ridiculed by neighbors if there is no Kun Opera performance to add to the fun.
For today's grand gathering, Xu Yinjue invited the best Kunqu opera actors in Nanjing.
"You are blessed. I have heard of Li Zhenli when I was at home. People say that when Miss Li opens her voice, she will shed tears all over the Yangtze River."
Unexpectedly, Xu Ruolin was actually a theater fan, and happily introduced the actor to Zuo Mengeng.
Not long after, two women walked out of the cabin.
The figure wears a pink floor-length silk skirt, a beaded crown on her head, heavy makeup, pointed temples, and phoenix eyes like a crescent moon. She is quietly watching people while the water is turbulent, just like the spring breeze in March through the willow leaves, tickling the tourists' eyes.
Heart apex.
The other person wears a bright red short coat, which looks more gorgeous but does not steal the spotlight. He is probably just a foil.
Just the appearance of these two people made the whole house happy. The people on the boat and on the shore were so eager to greet them, as if they were welcoming a superstar.
Only Zuo Mengeng and Huang Zongxi looked at each other, as if future generations of parents saw their star-chasing children.
Zhang Haogu, on the other hand, was dumbfounded, with a pig-like look on his face. Most of his three souls and seven souls were taken away, and the rest were also rebelling.
"Hey, it's in vain that I used to be known as Huajie Saipan'an. Today, when I arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, I realized that there is a sky outside the world, and there are people outside the world."
He looked blankly at Zuo Mengeng and analyzed his thoughts.
"Second from the left...I can't go back!"
Zuo Mengeng's head is covered with black lines.
"You can go back after I remove all your bones."
Zhang Haogu felt frightened and had no more distracting thoughts.
There is only one regret left.
"vulgar."
In the spring breeze, accompanied by the melodious sound of the flute, the girls in the pink group started singing.
The willow waist is slightly twisted, the bare hands are turned sideways and the ends are flat, and a small fan with a handle is elegant.
[It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere...]
It's a pity that Zuo Mengeng couldn't help but frown when he started singing.
It was only eight words, but it actually lasted for more than a minute.
Good guy, he is indeed a Shuimoqiang.
No matter how much effort goes into it, it is really hard for a warrior like him to have the patience to savor it carefully.
At this time, Zuo Menggeng was suffering just like the young people of later generations who listened to Peking Opera!
Huang Zongxi is similar.
Nowadays, he is less and less interested in these extravagant ways, and simply eats with a cold face. But his tense expression does not know when it will break out.
But when it comes to eating, it depends on Wang Siyi.
Miss Wang doesn't even understand Kun Opera. For her, how can this babbling sound be compared with delicious food?
The golden and crispy shrimps with anchovies were her favorite. She finished the plate quickly and it was not enough. She thought about it and poked the servant next to her.
"Trouble, one more plate!"
Although the servants are here to serve people, it is rare for them to have the opportunity to listen to the Li family singing. They are so drunk that the boss does not want to after being awakened.
When I looked again, I saw that all the shrimps on the plate had been eaten, and I couldn't help but curse.
"Where did this wild girl come from? Are you starving to death and dragging a tire?"
He didn't dare to offend anyone, so he had to go get the shrimps and come back. As a result, he missed a big part of it, and he could only hate it in his heart.
As a result, I didn't hear a few words, so Wang Siyi came to find me again.
"Trouble, can you get more of these shrimps? Your master is too stingy, so who can eat just a few?"
The servants were absolutely furious.
In order to prepare for today's banquet, they had carefully planned it. According to eight guests per table, eight anchovy shrimps were just right.
Jiangnan banquets are all like this.
As a result, I was called stingy by a little girl...
The servant had no choice but to say: "This lady doesn't know something. It's not easy to make anchovy shrimp. It requires fresh river shrimp. The shrimps in Nanjing are out of stock today. Please forgive me."
Wang Siyi was extremely sorry to hear that it was gone.
But she was not picky about food, so she pointed at the saltwater duck and said, "Let's get two of these."
The servant only felt the rush of blood and his face turned pale.
Such a large plate of salted duck would have been impossible to finish at banquets in the past.
The result is two...
The sky is big and the earth is big, and the guests are the biggest.
Xu Yinjue has made such a big show today. If he dissatisfies the guests here, he will probably be beaten to death by Xu Yinjue.
In desperation, the servant had to bring two salted ducks over.
This time, Wang Siyi finally didn't show any demonic moths, and ate the duck honestly, until her mouth was full of oil.
During the performance, the performance of "The Peony Pavilion" became more and more exciting.
There are obviously only two actors, no other scenery, and the movements are not very big, but it makes people feel like they are in the scene and intoxicated.
Especially when the flower boat sails on Bailuzhou, the beautiful scenery on both sides of the strait is endless, which really coincides with the theme of "Wandering in the Garden".
But I saw that everyone on the boat and on the shore was intoxicated by the tunes, unable to extricate themselves, and they had no idea what year it was.
The singing Li family became more and more satisfied, and their singing was like an oriole piercing a willow tree, competing with the bright spring scenery.
[Although that peony is good...how can it take advantage of it when it comes back in spring...Huh...Hmph...Huh...Hmph...]
There seems to be a bit too much melody, and it's a bit abrupt.
Even the accompaniment craftsman felt unwell, and in panic, he pulled the wrong string. There was a harsh and harsh sound, just like a flock of frightened birds, beasts running away, a strong wind passing by, and ghosts running rampant.
Then everyone in Li was shocked, their mouths were trembling, as if their souls had been frightened out of their souls.
Everyone present, regardless of the host or guest, all cheered and looked towards the place where the trouble was taking place.
I saw a simple little girl sitting in a chair, with her back facing the sky, her mouth open like a hippopotamus, and her roaring sound, which shocked everyone.
Pig hyenas broke into Qunfang Garden, and even the best flowers were turned into pig feed.