Fortunately, there is a Chu Palace in Wuchang, otherwise it would be difficult to find a large hall that can accommodate hundreds of people for a banquet.
In the spacious and gorgeous palace, between the vermilion pillars, sixteen young girls were dressed in red and green floral dresses, with long sleeves hanging down to the floor. Their delicate and skillful dance steps were like fairies floating in the middle. Orchestral music
The sound is short and brisk, and even people who don't understand music can feel the joy in the sound. For every happy rhythm in the sound, the beautiful women have a movement. The long sleeves are thrown into the air together, like clouds in a fairyland.
, in a daze, Zhang Ning seemed to be reminded of a scene in an ancient martial arts movie. A ribbon flew into the air, and a woman on lotus steps flew lightly on it.
And when the train of the skirt flies up, you can see the beauty’s little feet wrapped in white socks, almost dancing on the floor on tiptoes, so they look so light. Is this an ancient version of ballet? Even Zhang Ning has never been there before
I have never seen such beautiful singing and dancing in the Ming Dynasty.
There were many generals at the banquet, and their faces were all red. Zhang Ning smiled and guessed what these brothers were thinking. What they most wanted to do was to push the beauties over on the bed, Hu Tianheidi... Where is this in the palace?
A bunch of beauties who came here? Zhang Ning also wanted to simply reward the soldiers who followed him through a narrow escape. Anyway, keeping them would be a waste of resources, but that doesn't seem to have a good impact.
Everyone who came up to the main hall was smiling and happily gathered together. Even the aloof Emperor Jianwen watched with gusto. Mrs. Yao, who was sitting next to the emperor, had a decent smile on her face.
The only regret is that at such a celebration banquet, there is no program to confer marquises or knights. Although Jianwen is the emperor, the soldiers under him are not under his control, and it is inconvenient to issue an edict to reward meritorious soldiers; Zhang Ning is only a prince and has no reward.
In name, no one mentioned this kind of thing for a while.
This does not affect people's enthusiasm, because they have been compensated in terms of actual benefits. The wealth and resources of the entire ruled area have been tilted towards the army. Everyone's life is very comfortable, and there is nothing dissatisfied... Just shouting slogans is useless.
From generals to soldiers, they are required to work hard but are not allowed to rob, so they must allocate a large amount of wealth, otherwise morale will not be sustainable. Brothers are reasonable. Open robbery will cause loss, damage and waste of property, so it is better to coerce the government to come forward and unify
Rape, rape, robbery and other incidents basically did not happen. In addition to threatening the soldiers with severe punishment, the generals also told them that if they ruined a woman's reputation, she might commit suicide.
It will be destroyed as soon as it grows up. Isn't this a waste of evil? It is better to get rewards and spend money to buy them. This is also the guarantee for the Suzaku Army not to disturb the people; it is also the reason why more than a dozen state capitals are overwhelmed with only tens of thousands of people. The treatment of soldiers
Great. Therefore, the Suzaku Army cannot become rogues. It is foreseeable that military discipline will immediately deteriorate after losing its territory, and the entire system will collapse.
There are dozens of tables in the main hall. Nowadays, the sharing system is not popular, and they are all table seats. Six people can sit on three sides of a table, because the other side faces away from the middle and the program cannot be seen.
The men and women were separated. On the left were the civil and military officials, and on the right were the family members they had brought. It was indeed unusual for so many family members to come to a banquet. Zhang Ning sat at a table on the upper left side, facing west to east, facing the singing and dancing in the center of the hall.
It was undoubtedly a good seat. Sitting next to him was Zhou Mengxiong, who pushed him for a long time when he took the seat; but the chief assistant Yang Shiqi refused to sit in that seat, so in the end he had to do this.
There were two people sitting on each side, who were the other four ministers in the cabinet. The people sitting at this table were actually the six most powerful people in the Jianwen court.
He had already drank several rounds of wine. Zhang Ning's drinking capacity was really not good enough. The emperor drank three drinks with all the ministers before and after him. The bureaucrats at the same table here also had several rounds of toasts alone. His face was already flushed. Look at the whole scene.
The palace is also shaking.
The program of the performance had been changed to an opera, and Zhang Ning was still bracing himself for drinking with everyone, especially with Zhou Mengxiong, who had endless talk and clinked glasses.
While drinking and drinking, Zhang Ning did not mention the disappointing topic of the crisis on the battlefield, but he showed his gratitude to Zhou Mengxiong as he drank glass after glass of wine. Zhou Mengxiong, a burly man, had a drinking capacity that Zhang Ning could not match.
I don’t know how many cups I’ve had but my face is still red, as if I don’t know what it means to be drunk.
At this time, Zheng Qia suggested: "Let's use the drinking order next, which should be more interesting. We will not return until we get drunk today!"
Zhou Mengxiong immediately objected with a smile: "If it's okay to play with swords, guns and sticks, doesn't the writer want me to drink all the wine alone?"
Zheng Qia said: "In this way, when drumming and passing flowers, it all depends on luck. Doesn't Old Hero Zhou have nothing to say?"
Yang Shiqi stroked his beard and smiled: "Look at Mr. Zhou Ge's drinking capacity, I'm afraid we can't drink him together, haha..."
Zhou Mengxiong turned to Zhang Ning and asked: "What does King Xiang think of this way of playing?"
"Let's set another rule. Those who pass the news can use other things to drink instead of drinking. They can also compose poems and perform performances." Zhang Ning's drinking ability is relatively weak, so he left an escape route first to avoid drinking himself down after a while.
If people haven’t had enough fun, wouldn’t such a festive scene be a disappointment?
Zhou Mengxiong laughed loudly and patted the table with his palm: "The King of Xiang keeps his word, you have the final say!"
So Zheng Qia turned around and asked the palace maid who was standing next to pour wine to get the props. After a while, the palace maid brought a tambourine and a large red silk flower. The red flower was like the flower worn by the newlyweds at weddings, full of joy.
A festive feeling.
After a while, drums started beating here, attracting everyone's attention. This table was originally the focus of today's banquet, but this time it was so noisy that even the emperor and concubine on the throne were completely suppressed.
.People talked enthusiastically about whose hands the flowers would be passed to, as if a fart from six people had any significance.
After playing a few rounds, Zhang Ning found that his luck was particularly "good". After drinking a few drinks, he couldn't help but force a smile and said: "I'm not happy if you don't see me drunk."
Monk Yao pointed at Zheng Qia and joked: "You called the drummer. Could it be that Mr. Zheng cheated?" Zheng Qia shouted that he was wronged and called the drummer over and asked her if she didn't recognize him.
, a few of them had a lot of fun.
When Zhou Mengxiong threw the big red flower into Zhang Ning's arms, the drum beat stopped again and everyone laughed. Zhang Ning stood up unsteadily and handed the wine glass to the left: "Uncle, help me, drink a cup for me.
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Zhou Mengxiong grabbed Zhang Ning's sleeve: "But there is no such rule. The wine table is like a battlefield, and orders and prohibitions must be followed. This is the rule set by King Xiang himself. Why don't you write a poem to open your eyes to everyone."
Monk Yao cupped his fists and said, "Don't blame me, my dear nephew. I also want to drink a cup for you, but Old Hero Zhou doesn't agree."
"That's all, I'm too embarrassed to lie." Zhang Ning shook his head and said. He felt like the world was spinning, but he understood it very well in his heart. He once again verified one thing personally. No matter how drunk you are, you don't know that you are there.
What to do.
He swayed for a moment, thinking about what kind of poem to copy. He didn't have Li Bai's ability to compose poems while drunk. On the contrary, the alcohol made his mind so muddy that he couldn't even recite it, let alone compose it. Obviously ancient poems.
Most of them were in the Tang and Song dynasties, but in the Ming Dynasty it was really limited. If it wasn’t catchy and a child could recite it, he wouldn’t be able to remember it... And he couldn’t copy randomly, he had to adapt to the situation. He couldn’t think of anything for a while, even
I can't recall some of Mao Taizu's majestic poems, and I feel a little dizzy.
After holding it in for a while, he said, "How about singing?"
Several people agreed, and Yang Shiqi smiled and said: "Guess, do you want the King of Xiang to hold a red tooth harp and sing 'Willow Bank, Dawn Wind Waning Moon', or will he use a copper pipa and an iron pipa to sing 'The Great River Goes East'?"
Zheng Qiadao: "Brother, please don't underestimate the talent of King Xiang. Wasn't it the King of Xiang and the talented Jiangnan talent Mr. Su who created the 'Su Tune' that became popular all over the country?"
When Zhang Ning heard it, he knew in his heart that he would never sing any popular songs. But the so-called Su-style composition was Mr. Su's ability. He just wrote the lyrics himself, not to mention he didn't know how to sing.
Suddenly he was inspired and remembered "Ode to the Pear Blossom" in the Peking Opera. It was relatively simple and he could sing it before, and it was not completely out of touch with local operas. It was sung with the content of Bai Juyi's poem Yang Guifei, and everyone was familiar with it. At the moment, he
He became happy and took part in this joyful scene... so that the local celebrities and gentry who were present except the civil and military officials of this dynasty could see that I am not a pure warlord, but also know something about romance.
Immediately, she staggered a few steps and bowed to the emperor's concubine on the throne above. Yao Ji looked at him with a smile, raised her sleeves and waved lightly, and the silk and bamboo orchestra in the hall temporarily stopped.
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At first, Zhang Ning was still relatively restrained, just singing "Pear blossoms bloom, spring brings rain. Pear blossoms fall, spring falls into mud." When he sang "I only go for one person in this life, he is also crazy about the king's love", he became happy and pretended to imitate it.
She started to make gestures according to the opera, and while singing, she covered her face with the sleeves of her yellow robe and danced slowly, just like Concubine Yang holding the pipa and half-hiding her face. The whole hall suddenly burst into uproar and burst into laughter.
The singing girl standing on the side couldn't help but smile when she saw this, and many of the female relatives on the right covered their mouths and laughed.
The generals were most in high spirits. A group of warriors clapped their hands and shouted: "Okay! Good!" "One more song!"
Drunk Zhang Ning walked over to the women's family. Seeing that he was drunk, the women didn't know what to do. Some of them screamed exaggeratedly. Of course Zhang Ning would not act recklessly. He was just excited because of the alcohol. He saw that he was drunk during the banquet.
Gu Chunhan (Fang Ling) walked over, put one hand behind his back, put the other arm across his waist, bowed, and extended his hand to invite her. Gu Chunhan blushed, but still gently placed his jade hand on Zhang Ning
In the palm of his hand, he stood up gently.
"Oh, this is so ridiculous, how can it be appropriate..." Some girl in the crowd muttered.
Zhang Ning made an intimate gesture in public and said in Gu Chunhan's ear: "You dance, and I'll play the pipa for you."
She blushed and whispered: "Can you..."
Zhang Ning laughed and said: "It will definitely make a sound."