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Chapter 753 I just love you
What kind of dirty jokes?Return the two sons-in-law?If it wasn't for the fact that Guan He was his elder brother, Jiang Yifan would have almost cursed out loud.

Thanks to Ayan's pressure, he agreed to get married.If not, he will become more and more out of shape like this, and after two or thirty years, when he is old, he will still be alone. I don't know what kind of speechless situation it will be.At that time, he really had no face to see the underground master.

"My father-in-law listens to operas every day, but brother Zheng likes to listen to books and drink tea, where can we meet?" Jiang Yifan glared at Guan He.

Jiang Yifan really didn't dare to vouch for the nasty jokes.All the people who go in and out of teahouses and theaters are men, and it is normal to tell and listen to dirty jokes.

The entertainment items in this era are not as rich as Ye Xinyan's previous life. One is a big actor in opera, and learning a few operas is enough for this life.

The same is true for storytellers. A few classic scripts are uttered by different people, and the charm and excitement of them are also different. Similarly, a few familiar scripts can be used for a lifetime.

In the teahouse bookstore, apart from a few classic story books, there are also various other stories interspersed. Since there are not so many exciting plots and contents, most of them are short-lived.

The capital was the most prosperous place in the Great Xia Dynasty, and this prosperity was reflected in all walks of life, storytelling and listening to opera, of course, was the most outstanding place in the capital.

What Zheng Pengfei likes most is listening to books. He stays at home and listens to books for a while. When he gets tired of listening to the few books in his hometown, he will go out and travel around, and then listen to books from other places.Stay until you're tired of wandering around and feeling bored, and then go home.It went on and on like this for years.

In order to entertain Zheng Pengfei, Jiang Yifan heard that the teahouse had launched a new storybook, and the reviews were not bad, so he invited him out.

According to ordinary people's thinking, rich people can't bear the noise in teahouses, so they invite people to read books or listen to music alone in private rooms or at home.

In fact, it is not the case. For professionals who listen to books and operas, what they want is not only the wonderful content of storytelling and singing, but also the lively atmosphere in the venue.When you hear something exciting, everyone applauds together, and when you hear something boring or a storyteller makes a mistake, they all "shh" in unison, that is a beautiful feeling.

This is a different kind of enjoyment, and people who are not in this way will naturally not understand it.

It was an unlucky time for Jiang Yifan and the others to come. When they came, the storyteller had just finished speaking and stepped back to rest.Now on the field is a little lady who sings.

The young lady was fifteen or sixteen years old, her clothes were simple but clean and decent, her face was not very beautiful, but she was pretty, and with her fair skin, she looked very refreshing.

Although Jiang Yifan and Guan He didn't come out very often to join in the fun, they could tell that the little lady who sang the song was new here.Although the voice was clear and bright enough, but being coaxed by the people in the audience, I felt a little flustered watching it.

Obviously, the Qingshui tune that the little lady sang was not in line with the aesthetic experience of many libertines in the audience.Many people in the audience clamored for what oiran music, eighteen touches, and spring night tents they wanted to hear.

The little lady originally spoke well and sang very pleasantly, but was disturbed by the bastards in the audience, and started to stumble and lose her tune.

When the singer was in trouble, the audience became even more violent.

The two middle-aged men playing the huqin and playing the board on the stage saw that they couldn't do it, so they stopped their hands, stood up, kept bowing to the men in the audience, and kept saying that the guest officer is sorry, my lady Don't sing fan songs and other words.

Even the shopkeeper of the teahouse came out to explain, but it was of no use.

At this moment, Guan He's crow's mouth was right, and a middle-aged man in a well-dressed man stood up in the middle of the front of the teahouse.

"Don't let people listen to a song!" With an angry face, he stretched out his hand, swipe around in a circle, and said to a long follower beside him: "Chang Yuan, go back to the mansion to find Lian Gui, let him Arrange some guards to come over and beat out these bums who can't get on the stage."

The people in the teahouse were still making noise or watching the fun, but Guan He, who was sitting at a table in the back, laughed when he saw the man.

He poked Jiang Yifan, who had an ugly face, and said, "Yuanfan, didn't you say that your father-in-law only likes to watch operas? Why did you come out to listen to books? You've been working hard all day long, so this is a good one." Capsized in the gutter, right?"

Zheng Pengfei didn't like to listen to singing. At this moment, he was only interested in the surrounding environment, and he enjoyed watching the commotion in the venue.

He was watching lively, but after hearing Guan He's words, he quickly focused his attention on the man in the fine clothes.

"Yuanfan, this is your father-in-law? He's outraged, but seeing that the people around him are not getting along." Zheng Pengfei rolled up his sleeves subconsciously as he said, "How about we go up and help your father-in-law? , beat out those bastards who are making a fuss."

We come from a martial arts background, the most glorious thing is not to climb over the wall and become a thief, the most glorious thing is to beat people all over the floor to find their teeth in public, that is proud and majestic.

Now that they have a strong backer and they are helping Ye Xinyan and her father, it is even more necessary to make such a move.

A table originally sat four people, but they came late and could only be squeezed together with two other people.

The people around were noisy, but the two of them could still hear Guan He and Zheng Pengfei clearly, so they couldn't help but look at them more.

Guan He also looked at Jiang Yifan with a smile, "Yuanfan, what do you think we should do? If you want to talk about it, we two brothers will go up and help your father-in-law, and make sure he will stand proudly in the teahouse."

"Pfft!" Has anyone said that?What the hell is Aoli Teahouse?

The two outsiders who sat with Jiang Yifan and the three of them spit out the tea from their mouths without guarding against each other.Fortunately, he turned his face and lowered his head early, and sprayed a mouthful of tea on the ground.Otherwise, he was facing Guan He, and if he sprayed tea on Guan He's face, it would be another commotion or a murder.

Jiang Yifan looked at the person who was wiping his mouth with a handkerchief and kept apologizing, and said to Guan He angrily, "Will it look good? Let's stay here for now. If the situation can't be dealt with, we just take care of it." Just take him out safely."

Ye Hongyang watched Changyuan squeeze out the door of the teahouse, glanced around in annoyance, and then sat down again, his eyes kept scanning the little lady who sang the song.

At this time, the middle-aged man who played the board beat a few times rhythmically, and the field fell silent for a while.

Before the huqin sounded, an abrupt voice among the tea guests said: "Isn't this the Grand Master of the Duke's Mansion? As the Grand Master of the Duke's Mansion, it's easy to protect a little lady who sings. Wife, don't get me wrong, please beg this master, maybe this master will give you a fortune. Our elder loves your tune."

The people in the venue were talking and discussing among themselves, and their eyes were looking around, but when they heard such a voice, they immediately turned their attention to Ye Hongyang, the singing girl and the person who just mentioned it.

The little lady on the stage was ashamed and angry, she quickly covered her face with her sleeves, and retreated behind the man playing the huqin.

(End of this chapter)