Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 493
Xiaoxiang Pavilion is located in the prime location of Nanjing Middle Street, and it is also the highest-grade restaurant in Nanjing city. Except for the local noble officials, few people can afford it.

Another difference from other restaurants is that the interior decoration of Xiaoxiang Pavilion is elegant and unique, and the guests are all literati from all over the south of the Yangtze River. Therefore, although the lights are bright, the interior is extremely quiet.

However, the king of Anguo County took Nanjing without bloodshed, sweeping away the nobles in the city, and the Xiaoxiang Pavilion became even more deserted.

It's just that tonight's Xiaoxiang Pavilion is extremely lively, because the eldest son of Zheng Zhilong's family, the admiral of the Fujian Navy, invited Li Xiangjun and Dong Xiaowan, the two heads of the Jiaofang Division, to move.

These two women are not only beautiful and charming, but also knowledgeable and talented. Many scholars in the south of the Yangtze River admire them.

However, since the Jiaofang Division is run by the imperial court, unless there is permission from the official, the geisha of the Jiaofang Division are not allowed to go out to perform without permission.

However, the entry threshold for the Jiaofang Division is extremely high, and non-official guests are not accepted, so that the source of the power for many scribes in Nanjing to obtain fame is not to be loyal to the country, but to go to the Jiaofang Division to enjoy themselves in a fair and honest manner.

"Damu, why hasn't the nobleman you mentioned come yet? It's almost past the time of the year now."

Zheng Sen was sitting in the largest box in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, surrounded by a group of scribes around his age, all of them were dressed like Zheng Sen, and they were the supervisors of the Nanjing Guozijian.

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a mustache who was slightly older than Zheng Sen. While speaking, he was looking at the inside of the box. There was a faint sound of qin music coming from behind a curtain in the room.

"Brother Chaozong, don't worry, even if I wait until tomorrow, I have to wait. If Brother Chaozong has something to do, you can leave first." Zheng Sen looked calm, and he was also impatient with this group of so-called friends who came uninvited.

Zheng Sen came back from the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, and informed the student of the Imperial College, Master Qian, that he was safe, and said that because of the help of a noble person, he would host a banquet in honor of Yun Yun in the evening.

Originally, if it comes to this, these supervising students are not that interested. After all, although these literati don't have much money, they don't have to bow their heads for the feast of Xiaoxiang Pavilion with a rich Zheng Sen by their side.

But when he heard that Zheng Sen had invited the oiran of the Jiaofang Division with his father's official position, he also invited Li Xiangjun and Dong Xiaowan all at once, and seven or eight guys who had admired him for a long time followed him with the cheek.

Before the honored guests that Zheng Sen mentioned arrived, the little lady behind the curtain naturally refused to show up, but this group of Wensheng was very anxious.

"That can't be done, that can't be done, since it's a distinguished guest, brother will naturally have to wait." Hearing that Zheng Sen intended to see off the guest, this called Chaozong hurriedly shouted.

After a while, there was movement from the first floor of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and everyone knew that it was the distinguished guest who had arrived, and their faces were overjoyed.

"Da Mu has been waiting for a long time. This king has dealt with some miscellaneous matters to delay time. Hey, there are so many people." The voice came over before the people arrived, but when Liu Hongjian entered the door, he was stunned to see so many people. .

I came here today to chat about current affairs with this great hero, to talk about the Taiwan issue, and to deepen my understanding so that I can act in the future, but now there are so many more light bulbs.

"My lord can appreciate the honor in his busy schedule, Zheng Sen and You Rongyan, even if it is worth waiting until the child's time, these are all Sen's classmates in the Imperial College, Rong Sen will introduce to the lord.

This is Hou Fangyu, whose calligraphy is Chaozong. Not only is his calligraphy superb, but his parallel prose is also unique!
This is Maoxiang, the word Pijiang, and the poems are unmatched among the students of Guozijian!
......"

Zheng Sen introduced to Liu Hongjian one by one, Liu Hongjian just nodded, and many Wensheng knew this person's origin after hearing that this nobleman was actually a prince, and then thinking about the recent actions in the city.

Although Hou Fangyu and the others bowed their hands with smiles on their faces, the smiles were somewhat insincere.

After everyone was seated, there was a waiter who brought many delicious dishes. Everyone pushed cups and changed dishes to cushion their stomachs. Zheng Sen clapped his hands lightly, and the inner curtain was pulled open immediately.

In the middle are two charming oirans sitting in the middle, and a woman on the left is wearing a pale pink gauze dress, with pink and pale eyebrows and delicate eyes, and there is a faint pear dimple on her cheek.

The woman on the right is dressed in azure blue. Apart from her delicate pretty face, there is a hint of heroism between her brows and eyes. The ribbons on the heads of the two are all green, representing their identities under the Jiaofang Division.

The woman on the left smiled slightly, the woman on the right hugged the pipa knowingly, and Qianqian touched the strings with her bare hands. It was an ensemble, and the graceful sound was leisurely and melodious.

Although Liu Hongjian was amazed by the faces of the two, but as the prince of Ming Dynasty, he was used to going in and out of the palace walls, but when he was listening to Yale, he found that the surnamed Hou and the surnamed Mao were secretly looking at the two women with squinted eyes. .

His wretched appearance reminded him of Chen Baixiang, and Liu Hongjian suddenly felt sick.

After the song was over, everyone applauded and applauded, Hou Mao and the others even stood up and took a few steps forward to boast.

"Wine and music, how can there be no poetry? Why don't you compose impromptu poems to cheer you up?" Hou Fangyu sneaked a glance at Maoxiang and said.

"What Chaozong said is exactly what I want, I wonder if Brother Damu agrees?" Maoxiang didn't know what Hou Fangyu meant, so he immediately agreed.

This is Zheng Sen's home court, even if the two wanted to win the hearts of women, they would not dare to take the lead, let alone there was a prince present.

Maoxiang and Hou Fangyu have always been congenial, and with just one look, they can understand the real meaning of this fellow.

I have heard that Daming, the holy majesty, is favored in front of him, and the god of war who is not born in the world has no literary talents and has no choice but to use swords. Brother Hou has a good plan. He can not only use this to win the attention of the two talented women, but also kill the majesty of this so-called prince. .

It really kills two birds with one stone.

The seven or eight literati present all agreed. They probably wouldn't be able to talk about weapons, but if they talked about poetry?Hehe, so what about the princes of Daming, they are the real pride of heaven!

It is not in vain for these few people to be so thoughtful. The people of Fushe regard themselves as Donglin's successors, and they claim to be able to govern the country with the true teaching of Confucianism. How can you be convinced?

"This... my lord, do you think?" Zheng Sen was a little hesitant. After all, he had also heard rumors that Liu Hongjian was not good at poetry, but all his classmates were very interested, so he was embarrassed to refuse directly, but looked at Liu Hongjian in embarrassment. gradually.

"Since you all have such an elegant interest, how can this king lose your interest, please go ahead." Liu Hongjian felt disdainful.

A group of sour Confucians who only know how to enjoy themselves and seek fame and fame. Apart from being able to write some sour clichés, what good is it for the country?

If Zheng Chenggong hadn't been here, Liu Hongjian would have gone home and slept a long time ago. He was really bored.

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