I opened a tea shop in Bianjing

Chapter 1
The Shangyuan Festival in the third year of Yuanfu is far less lively than in previous years.Although the big Tokyo city is also crowded with people and bustling, but looking around, you can't see a boy running and frolicking, and you can't see a hawker parading the streets.

Shuofeng was urgent, mixed with mournful whistles.People lowered their heads, shrunk their necks, and raised their folded arms from time to time to block out the cold wind.

At dusk, the remnant red of the setting sun sprinkled on the wide imperial street in front of Daxiangguo Temple.

The Royal Street is twenty miles long and about two hundred steps wide. Such a spacious imperial road is not much better than the Zhuque Avenue in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty.

But at this time, the imperial street was empty, and the rows of shops on both sides were quite lonely.Don't say that today is the Shangyuan Festival, even in ordinary days, it will not be such a depression.

Since the beginning of winter last year, there have been bad news from the officials that "the holy bow is not hesitating" and "the dragon is not in good health", and it has not improved until this year.

Gradually, some discussions spread in the market. "The official family was at its peak in the spring and autumn, how could it be such a serious illness that cannot be cured?", "I heard that a Taoist watched the sky at night and saw the sky wolf depriving the North Star. It must be that there is a treacherous evil to disrupt the court."

Therefore, people from the Bingma Huangcheng Division patrolled the city every day, whether it was the state bridge on the Bian River, the roads on both sides of Tianjie, the city gate, the palace gate, Jinmingchi, and various streets, the patrolling Huangcheng Division could often be seen. Soldiers with top helmets and armor.

Because of this, even on such a festive day as the Shangyuan Festival, the folks seem to be lethargic, how can there be a half-festive taste?
However, there is also a restaurant that is very lively.

Go west from Yujie Street, exit Yiqiu Gate, walk along West Street to Shuntian Gate, and you will see a restaurant standing proudly.The restaurant is hexagonal in shape and has three floors.The first floor is the hall where the shabby drinkers indulge in drinking and drinking; the second and third floors are the private rooms of the wealthy and noble families. From the windows, you can have a panoramic view of the scenery of Jinming Lake outside the city and the bustling market inside the city.

People at that time had an inscription: "Changfeng Restaurant is as high as the sky, and you don't hesitate to spend tens of thousands of dollars for a drink. In front of the gate of Fanlou, you can smell fish and get drunk, and cook dragon and phoenix. It tastes fat and fresh. Recruit Taibai, attract immortals, and play orchestras in Yulou. Take a leaf from the incense cup of the Minglou, and exchange it for the Pan Garden with the Queen Mother."

Changfenglou, Fanlou, Yulou and Minglou are the four most prestigious authentic shops in Tokyo.It is said that it is a shop, and its ostentation is no less than that of Wangfu Bieyuan.Just the year before last, Fan Tower was renovated, and the newly built Dougong even overflowed the Zichen Palace in the imperial city, which shows its majestic power.

At this time, the Changfeng Building was bustling with people talking, drinking and throwing dice. Those cricket fighters cheered loudly or slapped their legs in regret from time to time. Compared with the tranquility of the entire Tokyo city, they seemed to be isolated. where.

Just because there was an anecdote in the city of Tokyo recently, which attracted people to talk about it in the streets and alleys, but it happened that the officials were "sacred without hesitation". They all came here one after another, showing off their tongues in the Changfeng Building under the Shuntian Gate.

"Hey! Who of you would have thought that Mo Yunxiao can have today!" A drinker slapped the wine table, then rolled up his sleeves, and said to the person at the same table: "'Ning Peng Kaifeng Mansion, don’t touch Mo Yunxiao; I’d rather eat three buckets of vinegar than see Mo Helu’. Hehe, if Mr. Song dares to scratch the lice on this ‘female Yan Luo’’s head, I’m afraid there will be no good fruit to eat!”

After he finished speaking in one breath, he picked up the wine bowl and drank the leftovers of the last idea, and then wiped the corners of his mouth with his hands, showing a very satisfied smile.

The two drinking friends at the same table looked at each other, and one of them said: "Although Mo Yunxiao is savage, this Mr. Song is not an ordinary person. The Song family in Fanlou is also a well-known name in our Tokyo city. Mo Yunxiao You can’t be unscrupulous either.”

"Hey! Yuan Erlang, this is the opinion of a scholar." Another person patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "If you talk about the reputation spread far and wide, the Song family in Fanlou and the Mo family in Minglou are not the same. They are equal. However, this matter cannot be concealed by fame. Thinking about Mo Yunxiao, who has been wielding knives and guns since she was a child, and often galloped in the downtown area, who would not be afraid of her? But at present, the Song family Dalang's resolute resignation is a big blow to the queen's face. How can she let it go? Hmph! Even ordinary people would consider it a shame and humiliation when they encounter such a thing, let alone the Mo family! Let alone Mo Yun Xiao?"

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity..." The drinker who spoke earlier felt emotional.He lost the arrogance he had just looked forward to, and he lost his energy like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Brother Cheng, what's the matter with you?" The one called Ming Yun gently pushed his arm and asked softly.

He raised his head and glanced at the two of them, then smiled again, and said: "This Mo Yun has a handsome face, but he has the temperament of a Hedong lion. Alas, I feel sorry for Mr. Song!"

As soon as the words were finished, the three of them burst out laughing.

But before the laughter was over, the whole restaurant fell silent.The three of them felt strange, so they looked towards the door one after another. This sight made them stand on end with hairs standing on end.

Standing at the door were two women, one tall and one short.The tall woman was wearing a felt hat, slightly covering her face, and she was wearing a fox fur coat, with the white fluff turned out, sticking to her snow-white neck. The embroidered white shoes facing the sky are extremely luxurious; while the short woman is wearing a green dress, and her feet are also ordinary women's shoes, she looks like a maid.

The two women stood at the door, and the drinkers looked at each other, only the crickets fighting fiercely in the crock were fighting like no one else.For a while, the restaurant was as quiet as water.

The maid who was supporting her young lady looked up, and shouted angrily: "Where are the people from Changfeng Building? Why don't you come to support me?"

"Here we come..." A waiter from a restaurant came running quickly with his waist bowed.When he came to the steps, he bowed his waist and bowed his head, and said very respectfully: "Miss He Lu is here, Xiaodi Sansheng is honored to be here to serve you."

"Okay." The woman in the felt hat asked coldly, "Is the person I want to meet here?"

"Responding to Miss Helu's words, when we arrive, we'll be waiting upstairs during the wind and moon. Xiaodi will lead the way for the girl right now." The boy walked aside slightly as he spoke, and made a gesture to invite people in.

The woman didn't respond, but with the help of the maid, she stepped on the floor tiles of Changfeng Building.

The eyes of the drinkers were attracted by them, and no one dared to say a word, and even dared not take a breath. "Thump, thump, thump..." The servant led the two women up the stairs, and there was a patchwork sound of trampling on them.After a while, they disappeared from the sight of the drinkers.

The boy stopped at the door of a private room.He looked up and saw the wooden sign hanging on the door, with the word "Fengyue" written on it, he gently raised his hand and knocked on the door, saying: "Mr. Song, Miss Helu has arrived."

Soon, the door opened with a "squeak", and a handsome man with a handsome face and hale eyes came into view.He has thick eyebrows, deep eyes, and fair skin, like a fairy walking out of a painting. The maid standing beside her couldn't help but blushed when she saw it, and hurriedly lowered her head.

It's just that the man looked at the person in front of him, and was a little flustered for a moment. After a while, he said, "Sister Mo's, come in quickly."

The woman in the felt hat tilted her head slightly, and said to the maid beside her, "I have something to say to Brother Song, and you should watch at the door."

"Yes, Miss." The maid also bent her knees slightly and agreed.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the young servant hurriedly laughed and said: "You two wait a moment, Xiaodi will go to the kitchen to prepare food." After he finished speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

The woman in the felt hat strode into the house and looked around while pacing, only to see that although the small room is not big, it is also exquisitely furnished.The two hanging windows are located on the east and west sides, allowing you to overlook Jinming Pond and the downtown area of ​​the city respectively.In front of the window is a round table with a small stove for scalding wine. A jug of wine is still sitting on it, but the charcoal fire is almost exhausted.

On one side in front of the table is a mahogany screen, on which are paintings of Mochizuki in the West Tower and "Broken Time" by Yique Su Zizhan; on the other side are several cabinets with some precious utensils placed on them, although they cannot be entered. The insight of a person like Zhao Mingcheng is extremely precious.

The woman came to the table and sat down, gently took off her felt hat, revealing a pretty fair face.

I saw that her eyes were like blue lakes, her eyebrows were like crescent moons and silver hooks, and under her high bridge of nose was a pair of red lips with lip balm, full of flesh, like delicate and charming flowers.

But at this moment, her eyes were full of anger and resentment, and her cold eyes shot straight at the man who was walking towards her like sharp arrows.

The man stood still in front of her, made a long bow, and said: "Sister Mo family, brother, I am polite here."

"Hmph!" The woman raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes, and asked coldly, "Who is your sister?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, then changed his words and called softly: "He Lu."

"He Lu? Don't you just remember my name and forget my name, Mo Yunxiao?" The woman raised her voice and stared at him intently.

The man shook his head and smiled wryly, and said, "I would rather touch Kaifeng Mansion than Mo Yunxiao; I would rather eat three buckets of vinegar than meet Mo Helu. Hehe, brother, how can I not know this witty saying in Tokyo?"

"Bang!" Mo Yunxiao slapped the table heavily, causing the jug, wine cup, and the small stove to jump.

"Then you should know my tricks!" Her tone became more and more fierce, and she squinted her eyes and said, "I want to be with you, Song Mingxuan, and Qingmei, and I also want to have a good relationship with your Song family in Mo's family, so I have a good life with you." Treat each other. You have no intentions for me, and you want to break the marriage contract you made since you were young. I should be considerate. But why did you break the contract in public and make me a laughing stock in this Tokyo city?"

After she finished speaking, there was another "snap", and she slapped the table hard and hard.

Song Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, then sighed deeply, and said, "He Lu, I am sorry for you, and I am sorry for your Mo family. However, I do have unspeakable secrets. If I don't tell you in public In this way, I'm afraid it will be more difficult to explain in the future."

"Secret?" Mo Yunxiao looked up to the sky with a smile, and said, "Could it be that you are unclean and self-conscious, and have stained flowers and willows?"

"No, no, no!" Song Mingxuan shook his hand hastily, and said, "I've never... never been to that kind of place! However, my secrets are more difficult to reveal than eating flower wine."

"Hmph!" Mo Yunxiao glanced at the corner of her mouth, and said, "I don't even know what secrets you have."

Song Mingxuan was startled when he heard the words, his back was wet with sweat in an instant.He hurriedly stepped forward, stared into Mo Yunxiao's eyes and asked, "Sister He Lu, what did you say?"

Facing Song Mingxuan's ruthless gaze, Mo Yunxiao did not dodge or evade, still raised her head proudly, looked into his eyes, and said: "Why do you insist on retiring the engagement, and why are you hesitating here, hum! My head is clear, and I know everything clearly."

Song Mingxuan raised his eyebrows and said, "No... no, this matter is extremely secret, how could you know?"

"Do you want me to say it myself?" Mo Yunxiao leaned forward slightly, and asked proudly.

Hearing this, Song Mingxuan seemed to have lost his soul, and could only stare at her blankly, deaf and insane, without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)