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Chapter 42

Mengxian Pavilion, Peony Garden.

As the sun went down, the seats in the garden began to fill up gradually.

There are constantly scholars and knights, and young masters are led into this courtyard by the servants to sit down.

Scholars who are relatively shy in their pockets and really come here with a kind of heart to make friends with literature, and those knights who have no ink and just want to join in the fun, most of them choose to share seats with others.

However, those who are obviously more expensive and spend a lot of money don't bother to share seats with others. They all sit at the same table with friends of three or five dandies, or sit alone on the single table above.

In the time it took for Penke to sit down and drink a cup of tea, the seats in the entire garden were almost full.

Everyone communicated with each other very happily, and the atmosphere was very good.

At Peng Ke's table, there were also several scholars and knights with swords.

Ah Hu took a look, and found that these "knights" didn't have much martial arts, and they didn't seem to be innate masters who could release their true energy, and their nervousness eased a lot.

Although it seems that it was very easy for Penke to clean up those martial arts sects before, it is basically a crushing trend.

But that is all relying on the strength of the army, not how brave he is personally.

In such a situation without the protection of an army, it would be very dangerous for a master of martial arts to risk his life to kill Peng Ke.

When fighting alone, personal bravery is very important.

This is why Peng Ke asked Mo Xu to protect him in Suzhou Mansion.

The innate master is still the strongest individual weapon on the ground even if the qi refiner who refines qi and transforms into a god is not born.

After confirming that there should be no serious problems with Peng Ke's safety, Ah Hu had the time to look at the dishes served one after another by the servants.

"Hey, roasted mushrooms, raw beef, grilled clams, sea cucumber, abalone and shark's fin soup, roasted venison, stuffed belly, ginger vinegar fish, fried chicken, roasted duck..."

“This dish is good!”

Sitting next to Ah Hu, wearing a Confucian shirt, but with a sword on his waist, he looked like a scholar who should be treating rams and smiled: "This strong man, this is a table of ten taels of silver. Is it not good?"

"It is estimated that only princes and nobles can enjoy such a good feast. Just this table of dishes, it is worthwhile to be able to participate in this oiran banquet."

When Peng Ke on the side heard what he said, tears were about to fall.

Brother, raise your head high!

Even in Huaininghou Mansion, it is impossible to eat such a good dish all at once.

For this table of dishes, even at cost, it would cost five or six taels of silver.

Five or six taels a meal, three to five hundred taels a month!

There are only three people in the main branch of Lao Peng's family, father and son. If you really want to eat like this, the Huaininghou Mansion can't afford such extravagance!

Usually, what Lao Peng's family eats is better than that of ordinary people. There are two or three meat dishes every day, and the cooking is more delicate.

As far as the level of banquets is today, it is estimated that the relatively frugal Emperor Hongwu usually eats at this level!
This Mengxian Pavilion is really a big deal!
"Extremely extreme, such a delicious feast, why don't you all taste it first, and then worry about other things!"

The knights sitting in the same seat could no longer hold back their greed, so they raised their chopsticks to grab the delicious food in front of them, and started to devour it.

The other scholars immediately followed after seeing this.

For eating, if you move slowly, you won't be able to eat anything.

Immediately, chopsticks flew all over the table.

"Let's start too." After a reserved cough, Peng Ke raised his chopsticks and joined the battlefield.

This can cost money, don't suffer a blood loss!
But in less than half a quarter of an hour, the more than ten dishes on the table were wiped out.

The chivalrous man who was the first to move his chopsticks put down his chopsticks with a look of aftertaste, and said with unsatisfactory meaning:

"It's really delicious, full of color and fragrance. Even this Mengxian Pavilion is too stingy. The ten of us actually gave such a small portion. One person finished eating with two chopsticks."

Ah Hu snickered, just about to chime in with him.

A group of dancers in light gauze and thin dresses with long sleeves and long sleeves danced with slightly twisted waists and lotus steps, and walked into the peony garden gracefully, immediately attracting the attention of all spectators present.

So much so that no one cared about the musicians who followed the dancers.

The music sounded very full of Chinese traditional charm.

A dozen or so dancers followed the music, threw off their red sleeves, swayed the veils on their bodies, and danced in the middle of the garden.

Completely different from modern dance, the song and dance performance full of classical charm immediately aroused Penke's frequent glances.

Although this is not the first time he has seen this kind of classical singing and dancing.

But every time he appreciates it, it still makes Penke sigh.

Compared with modern dance, this traditional Chinese classical dance has a lot more soft and charming feeling. The dancer's frowns and smiles, combined with the soft and graceful movements of the dancer, are very pleasing to the eye.

The other sons and scholars also watched the performance with smiles on their lips, clapping their hands and nodding from time to time, quite devoted.

Only some chivalrous men really don't feel much about this kind of pursuit of elegance.

The knight sitting next to Ah Hu watched the song and dance performance a few times, and said impatiently, "I've eaten the meal and watched the dance, when will Miss Gu show up?"

"It was agreed that today is the oiran banquet hosted by Miss Gu. Why is the master not coming?"

Gongyangru at the side glanced at him, and said a little ashamedly: "Miss Gu hosts this oiran banquet to make friends through literature, and all the people who come here are people with a little bit of ink in their hearts."

"You are a warrior who can only wield knives and swords, why join in the fun?"

"Even if Miss Gu arrives in a while, you are destined not to be the guest of honor."

"Cut." The chivalrous man rolled his eyes angrily: "I just want to see what this beautiful woman who is famous all over the south of the Yangtze River looks like. Does she have one nose and two eyes? Is it so mysterious?"

"It's just you hypocritical scholars who talk grandly, but are actually full of thoughts of wanting to kiss a girl, just pretending here."

By the way, he also flicked a strand of hair hanging from his forehead, and said very proudly: "How can the Sajia be like you? I studied Sun Wu's Art of War!"

Peng Ke, who was enjoying the singing and dancing, twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the laughable dialogue, barely restraining his smile.

Ah Hu didn't think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, he winked and said to the knight with a smile: "If you see it, don't say it."

That Gongyang Confucianism has not yet cultivated to the fullest, once his mind was punctured so nakedly, he couldn't hold back his face immediately, and even had the heart to directly draw his sword and cut people on the spot.

Fortunately, there was another accident at the scene, which interrupted his anger that was about to get angry.

A group of servants walked into the peony garden, and began to arrange the seven or eighty-eight meals for the guests, removed all the leftovers, and re-served some fruits and drinks.

A few very good-looking ladies in red and green, holding stacks of white papers with a smile on their faces, kept circulating among the guests at each table, with bursts of fragrance, in front of every guest, It was also placed on a piece of plain white rice paper, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it.

A very ordinary-looking little girl dressed as a maid walked out of the attic and walked to the center of the garden with a smile.

The dancers also slowed down their dance steps, and the sound of the music also faded away.

The highlight of today's oiran banquet is finally coming.

(End of this chapter)