In the wine house on the first floor facing the small courtyard, through the open lattice door, you can see a dozen guests sitting in the house drinking, talking, laughing, and enjoying the dance.
Chu Ge opened the hanging silk curtain to protect against the cold wind and walked into the house.
The heating inside the house is warm and the burning charcoal basin dispels the severe cold of winter.
Seeing the curtain being lifted, everyone in the room turned to look.
Chu Ge bowed his hands politely and said, "Mr. Chu is also here to ask for a drink. Do you guys mind?"
A young man in blue brocade clothes raised his glass with a smile and said: "Chu Sile can come, of course you are welcome. You are an expert, and these musicians will not dare to be lazy later."
The young man who spoke was the son of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Punishment, and the entire Criminal Division was involved in the matter, Zheng Jisheng.
Just like the owners of high-end clubs in previous lives, they would all know the high-rollers who often came to the club.
As an official in the Jiaofang Department, Chu Ge naturally knew these young masters who hung around here. When he got some high-quality new tea, he would even let people know about it and leave a note for them.
I have to say that this Jiaofangsi is a good place to make friends with the upper class.
A maid brought a wine glass. Chu Ge took it, raised the glass with Zheng Jisheng and other guests from a distance, and then drank it all in one gulp:
"It's a blessing for these maids to be able to play music for Lord Zheng and Lord Shen. Naturally, they don't dare to be lazy. Everyone just needs to drink and have fun."
After saying what was said on the scene.
Chu Ge immediately found an empty seat in the corner and sat down. He came to watch the excitement, but did not want to be involved in the excitement.
The singing and dancing continues.
In the center of the wine room, a stunning beauty wearing emerald green gauze was swaying her waist like a willow tree, and her beautiful eyes were dancing gracefully.
Her face is full of youth, her long legs are slender and round, her buttocks are round and rolling, her twisting water snake waist has a graceful arc, and her bosom hanging with several kilograms of amorous feelings is constantly attracting attention as she dances.
He is worthy of being the first-class courtesan in the Jiaofang Department.
Whether it is appearance, figure, or temperament, it is enough to make men stunned.
Finished with one song.
Xiao Yu looked around and blessed her body slightly, which immediately attracted a burst of cheers from everyone, and the rewards were naturally not less.
After a break from singing and dancing, Xiaoyu, who was in charge of the atmosphere, suggested with a smile:
"I'm a little tired. Why don't we all play a game of Flying Flower Order today? What do you think, adults?"
The so-called Feihua Ling is a word game loved by literati and writers, and it is a kind of elegant order.
Evolved from Confucian etiquette culture, the host first says a keyword, and the guests then say a poem with the keyword.
And after each sentence is spoken, the next person needs to move the position of the keyword back one position.
The rules of this game are not too difficult, but a certain literary foundation is required.
Miss Xiaoyu proposed this game, so tonight a guest with good performance may be selected from the game and introduced into the house.
This cunning little lady also saw the subtlety of the atmosphere in the hospital tonight. No matter whether she chooses Zheng Jisheng or Shen Ming, she will make the other party angry.
So, come up with this game.
Let them fight on their own, and if they lose then they won't be blamed on themselves.
Chu Ge drank a glass of wine, sat down on the cushions, and prepared to watch the show.
After everyone agreed, the first keyword was naturally spoken by Xiaoyu.
The Xiaoyu Oiran's eyes wandered around, looking at a picture of river fishing hanging in the room, and smiled and said:
"For the first character, let's use the character "江"."
After the oiran came up with the question, the scholars and scholars who thought they had a good writing skills all frowned and thought, while the illiterate gentry could only drink and drink.
If they play games with little meaning like pot throwing or spoon order, they still have a chance.
The elegant order of Feihua Order hits their weakness.
At this time, Fang hates that he doesn't study much and can't sleep with any woman.
Not long after, a supervisor from the Imperial College took the lead and said: "Everyone, I don't have much talent, so I would like to offer you some advice."
Then, he pretended to be profound and said: "The rivers and rivers are beautiful at dusk, and the pavilion is warm and fragrant in winter."
As the commander, the oiran lady raised the flag in her left hand and praised the supervisor's poems.
The smile on the prisoner's pretended to be reserved face suddenly widened, and it looked very useful.
This also reflects the extremely high literary quality of the oiran lady. This kind of elegant commanding officer is not something that ordinary women can hold.
I don’t have any skills, I can’t understand the poems, I can’t even flatter you.
After the "review", the beautiful court lady looked around with her wonderful eyes, looking for the next "horse".
Zheng Jisheng, who was dressed in blue and brocade clothes, deliberately drank a glass of wine, and then said boldly:
"Thousands of sails are far away and the blue sky is gone. I see the Yangtze River flowing across the sky."
"Okay, Mr. Zheng is indeed a talented person who came from the Imperial Academy. His poetic talent is unparalleled in ancient times and today."
Before the oiran lady could speak, a supervisor who was close to the right minister came out to praise her.
At this time, a sneer came: "What a bullshit talent, you really dare to put gold on your own face."
An angry look flashed across Zheng Jisheng's face, he looked at Shen Ming sitting opposite, and snorted coldly:
"I don't know what Mr. Shen has to do. Being so arrogant will only make people laugh."
Shen Ming, who was wearing a black robe from the Procuratorate and had a thin face, showed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and then said:
"The clouds are dark on the wild beach, but the flames of war shine brightly on the river."
As soon as the poem came out, there were some losers close to the Procuratorate who applauded loudly.
The two sides are unwilling to give in, and the smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger.
Chu Ge drank some wine, admired the oiran, and watched the show without any intention of participating.
As an ancient musical instrument player, it is natural that he is also involved in poetry.
If there really comes a fight over poetry, Chu Ge, who has 300 Tang poems in his belly, just wants to say:
"Everyone here is rubbish."
As time went by, the court lady who served as the commander changed a few more keywords, and the literary ink in both parties was basically shaken dry.
The verses he read out became increasingly dry.
Even those businessmen who didn't understand it found it boring.
But overall, Mr. Shen from the Inspectorate is slightly better.
At this time, Yingying, the wise and wise Xiaoyu oiran, stood up and said, "My little lady is a little tired, so I'll take my leave first. My lords, please drink slowly."
The oiran lady also saw that both sides had reached their limit. If they continued to fight, both sides would lose face, which would be a dereliction of duty on her part.
If you end this flying flower order at the right time, the results will come out anyway, so you won’t be able to blame yourself anymore.
The court lady returned to the house.
Next, if the oiran lady likes someone, she will ask her maid to come and bring a message. If not, she will see the guest off and start the next scene.
Shen Ming smiled faintly and looked arrogantly at the gloomy Zheng Jisheng opposite.
No matter whether the court lady picks customers or not later, she has defeated her opponent in this round.
When I get back to the Procuratorate tomorrow, I'm going to brag about it.
After waiting for a while, a maid walked out of the oiran's house and said softly: "Master Shen, my wife invites you to come in for tea."
"Hahaha......"
Shen Ming laughed heartily and was very satisfied.
Zheng Jisheng on the other side snorted angrily, threw up his sleeves and left.
Seeing that the stage was gone and Chu Ge had eaten and drank enough, he refused the unreasonable idea of a maid serving him in bed.
Humming a little tune in a happy mood, I walked out of Bensi Alley.
It's time to get off work and go back to practice.