Man Tang Huacai

Chapter 12 Introduction
Nanqu, Xixiang Xiaozhu.

At Shen Shi Ri Shop, two maidservants are setting up the front hall.

"Did he really say that?"

"Well, I brought three carts of red silk, and said that I must take care of my wife, and said that I have something to do tonight, and I will come back tomorrow night. I really think I am a person in Chang'an."

After hearing this, Shao'er covered her mouth and smiled, "It's not bad if the fake mother said it, but seeing that this countryman is easy to coax, let's hang on to him for a while."

"But the lady thinks that he has had phlegm from the right minister, so I really don't want to."

"That's right, the ladies are not high-ranking officials in scarlet robes, but talented scholars and celebrities. What can an unlearned and inexperienced soldier Cao Canjun do against her? It really can't, bring out the prime minister..."

Just as he was speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Shao'er hurriedly went to open the door, but saw a handsome young man standing outside the door. Although he was dressed in ordinary clothes, he had an unusual demeanor in his eyes.

She couldn't help laughing and asked: "Did Mr. Lang come to drink?"

"I want to meet the owner of this room, is it possible?"

Shao'er giggled, and said, "Is Mr. Lang a stranger? If you are an individual guest in the front hall, drink orders with my wife and listen to her play the piano, you will get three thousand dollars for a round of wine; [-] cash for regular customers and [-] cash for regular customers."

"Is there a drinking order?"

"If Mr. Lang has a talent for poetry, it's okay to play a song for you alone if he can win the favor of my wife." Shao'er encouraged.

The young man pondered for a while, and glanced at the three carts of red silk placed in the yard through the gate, and finally, took out a piece of silver and handed it over.

This is actually his last bit of money.

Seeing that there was only this little money, Shao'er was a little disappointed, and said with a smile, "Lang Jun, please."

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The night is getting darker.

Although there is a curfew in Chang'an, there are no inspections within Sanqu in Pingkangfang. The lights are brightly lit all night, and the music and music are non-stop.

Xixiang Xiaozhu's first pair of candles burned out, and every time he drank a round of wine, the price of the wine would be doubled.

If you want to stay overnight, at least you have to drink three rounds of wine, and you have to pay another donation, but the amount of donation depends entirely on Wang Lianlian's intentions, so coming here often costs tens of thousands of dollars a night, and you can't kiss Fangze.

A few drinkers listening to the piano got up and left, and went to stay elsewhere in Sanqu, after all, watching prostitutes under the lamp is always the same.

In the future, when I mention Pingkangfang with others, I can also comment a few words, let people know that I am also a person who has heard famous prostitutes play the piano, and my taste is comparable to that of Chaozhong Hongpao.

Three thousand dollars has improved one's artistic conception, which is worth it.

But there was one person who rode his horse in the night, it was Yang Zhao.

His complexion was not very good, and he had no intention of teasing with his fake mother. He said in a tired voice: "A case has been solved, and I have not closed my eyes until now. Bring some wine and ask Wang Lian to accompany me to drink. So he rested in this courtyard."

The fake mother waved her handkerchief and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has worked so hard. There are heroes like him in Chang'an City. I will wait for the common people to feel at ease."

Yang Zhao laughed loudly, but in a blink of an eye he cursed, "Hugh fart with your grandpa!"

The fake mother was not upset, and arranged for two maidservants to take Yang Zhao to burn his feet first to relieve fatigue, and to prepare the banquet by herself.

Incense was lit again in the hall, wine was warmed on a small stove, candlesticks were lit one by one, and sarongs were covered.

Yang Zhao first scalded his feet in the front yard, and then sat down in the middle hall, feeling refreshed all over.

Suddenly he heard a pipa behind the curtain, he smiled and said: "I don't understand these squeaky sounds, come, drink and talk with me."

Wang Lian came out slowly, knelt down opposite Yang Zhao, and said with a smile, "I'll serve you wine."

"I've always wanted to ask, what kind of incense do you use that smells so good?" Yang Zhao drank a glass of wine and said, "My mother-in-law also smokes incense. The smell is more vulgar than yours, too vulgar."

"The spices prepared by the slave family, osmanthus with a little bit of borneol." Wang Lianlian poured the wine, and responded softly: "The left minister also likes the spices prepared by the slave family, and sent someone to ask for some the day before yesterday."

Yang Zhao couldn't help raising his eyebrows and smiled, and said happily: "It seems that I have the same taste as Mr. Chen, but why did I smell the fragrance outside the door just now?"

"This house of the slave's house is built with agarwood, so it has a certain fragrance. Your husband is more sensitive now."

"Chang'an is Chang'an!" Yang Zhao drank another cup, clicked his lips in admiration, then looked at Zixiong, and said, "I have stayed in Chang'an for a long time, and I feel that I am more expensive, what do you think?"

"Mr. Lang is an uncle of the country, and he is born to be noble." Wang Lianlian was too lazy to teach him those luxurious things today, so he casually said something perfunctory, but asked: "Your servant seems to be a little unhappy tonight, but what happened?" ?”

Yang Zhao scolded again and again, saying: "I let a Zhuzi play tricks, and made me wait for a long time in Qingmen Restaurant."

After Wang Lian heard this, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said, "How about introducing someone to your lord? This person's eloquence is extraordinary, and he must be of great use to your lord."

Yang Zhao became interested and asked, "Who is it?"

Wang Lian raised her slender hand lightly, Shao'er, who was serving wine at the side, got up and rolled up the curtain in the hall.

Yang Zhao found out that there was a person sitting behind the curtain, and couldn't help feeling annoyed.After a while, he thought that the person who could make Wang Lian's eyes must be of extraordinary status, so he looked forward to it, and even tidied up his appearance.

The curtain was slowly rolled up, and the back hall was not lit with candles, so half the face of the young man sitting there was hidden in the darkness.It can only be seen that he is wearing an ordinary jacket and gown, sitting still, with a sense of calm that ordinary people don't have.

Yang Zhaolang smiled, crossed his hands and saluted, and said: "Yang likes to make friends the most, I don't know your honorable name? How about you and me having a drink?"

"Xue Bai."

"Xue..."

Yang Zhao was still thinking about which room the other party was most likely to be Xue's. The smile on his face froze suddenly, and he realized that he was in front of him the arsonist he wanted to arrest.

At this time, Wang Lian had already got up, and she and Shao'er stepped aside, picked up the pipa and plucked the strings.

The sound of the pipa turns and flows smoothly, like the chirping of birds in the courtyard, trying to create a conversation atmosphere embellished with music for the two of them.

Yang Zhao glanced at her, but what he thought was that he had spent tens of thousands of dollars here, without even touching it, that even a fugitive could enter the house tonight.

An evil fire suddenly surged up in his heart, he got up quickly, and wanted to call for someone to take Xue Bai down, but then he hesitated and shouted: "What a thief! Someone is looking for you!"

Xue Bai smiled.

Since he opened his eyes, he saw that the Tang Dynasty was as prosperous as a pot of boiling water, in full swing, and everyone was fascinated, chasing fame and fortune.Everyone wants to climb up, want fame, wealth, power, want orchids to suppress wine, and want Silla maids to warm their beds.

The world is extravagant, the world is crazy.

Therefore, in the officialdom, everyone favors the high and tramples the low, and tries to win the dog. Yang Zhao is a typical example. In his heart, the famous prostitutes who have a lot of friends are far higher than the fair status in the world.

Without Wang Lian's introduction, I'm afraid that when Yang Zhao saw him, he would be like a dog seeing a bone, but with Wang Lian's introduction, the dog would look up and hesitate whether it was a bone or a human.

It's worth the three thousand dollars for Yang Zhaogao to take a look.

"Uncle Guo must have read your letter?"

"what."

Yang Zhao couldn't help laughing out loud when he got this title, and shouted: "You played tricks on me and made me wait for a long time at Qingmen!"

"It is precisely because Uncle Guo didn't lead his troops to Qingmen to arrest me that I came here to meet you."

"You tricked me once, and you still want me to believe you? I might as well take you for meritorious service!"

"Du Wulang is still hiding. If I can't go back, he will have to die." Xue Bai said: "The important thing is that if the uncle of the country can't get him, he will still die in front of the right minister."

"Then you really think about me?"

"It's not that the crown prince ordered me to burn Liuji's study, it's just me playing by ear."

Xue Bai has repeatedly pondered the cause and effect of this power struggle in the past two days, and his tone became more and more firm, and he said: "Even if you get me, it will not become the key evidence to abolish the crown prince."

The phrase "play by ear" had already surprised Yang Zhao, but Xue Bai could even guess the intention of the prime minister's mansion. Yang Zhao couldn't handle it even more, but said, "I don't care about that."

"The Right Prime Minister wants to abolish the crown prince, I can do it, the uncle of the country should send me to see him, and make a great contribution." Xue Bai said frankly: "I won't say that I came to vote on my own initiative, only that I was found by the uncle of the country. "

"Oh?" Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows and said strangely: "As you said, you could have gone directly to the prime minister's mansion to ask for an interview, why did you give me this credit?"

"For the sake of saving my life, there are many people in Chang'an who can protect me and the Du family, such as Concubine Yang, General Gao, and the three wives." Xue Bai said, "But the only one who can share wealth and honor is only uncle Guo."

Yang Zhao was puzzled, and then laughed to cover up his gaffe, and said, "Haha, what can I do to make you look up?"

Xue Bai sighed slightly, and said: "I have the ambition to rise to the top, and I once bet my treasure on Donggong, but unfortunately he didn't know what is good and bad, so he ordered to be buried alive on me. Looking at the current world, only Uncle Guo can give me another one to show my ambitions." Here's the chance."

"Buried alive? But you're still alive?"

"Climb out."

"Really?"

Xue Bai smiled slightly.

Yang Zhao has always been proud and charming, seeing him always calm and calm, he couldn't help but believe a little bit in his heart, and asked, "How can we share wealth?"

Up to now, his complexion has changed several times, and now his eyes have the color of anticipation again.

Xue Bai took the wine glass, but refused to drink it, and said slowly: "There is no queen in the dynasty, and the highest rank in the harem is the noble concubine. Abandoning the crown prince, and only waiting for the noble concubine to give birth to a prince, isn't it the great wealth of an uncle?"

Yang Zhao's eyes lit up.

Xue Bai's words were something he hadn't dared to think about since he entered Chang'an, and it made people's brains run hot.

"it is good!"

He couldn't help saying hello, raised his glass and said with a smile: "You and I hit it off right away, I'll make it clear!"

Xue Bai clinked a glass with him, took a sip, and his eyes became calmer.

After hearing about Wei Jian's case, he had a premonition that the prince might not be reliable, so he asked Du Jin about Yang Guozhong to see if he could use his influence, but he was new here and didn't understand the situation, so he decided to trust her, a person close to the prince.Of course, he himself has not adapted to the rules of the Great Tang power field.

Next, he acted according to his own judgment, which was actually very simple.

Since Prince Li Heng wanted to bury him alive, he stepped on Li Heng and crawled out of the pit.

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The sound of the pipa is like the gurgling water.

It wasn't until the two men chatting happily in the seat got up and left that Wang Lian stopped twiddling his fingers lightly, looked at the moonlight outside the window and sighed softly.

She sat alone for a while, when the fake mother came over and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why did you help that little man?"

"He sent me a poem, and I introduced someone to him, all with little effort."

"That poem is not easy to take out and sing, so what's the use?" The fake mother shook her head and said in disgust: "It's stupid, and I don't know who cut it from a long poem."

Wang Lian was silent for a while, then sighed to himself: "But it has been written into my heart."

"Huh? Don't you tell too many lies, do you really think that you are the daughter of the Wang family in Taiyuan? You don't want to be practical, and you start talking about your heart and lungs. Let me tell you, it is better to save more money as soon as possible."

"Don't you earn less money?" Wang Lian smiled triumphantly, pointed to the three empty carts in the yard that were originally loaded with belongings, and chanted: "Wuling is young and quarrelling, and the number of red silk is unknown." The silver grate on the tin's head is broken, and the blood-colored skirt is stained with wine."

When it came to money, the fake mother turned her anger into joy, clapped her hands and laughed and said, "Speaking of which, Yang Canjun brought the red silk, and you really only listened to one song? I have to go and order some more."

Shao'er packed up her things and came out, just as she saw the false mother twisting her fat waist and turning around the long corridor, she said with a smile: "Miss got the red silk, got the good poems tonight, and got rid of the spit pot, are you so happy?"

"What's there to be happy about? Another day old."

Wang Lian shook his head mockingly, and continued to chant poems.

"Laugh this year and come back next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely. My brother left to join the army and my aunt died, and the evening went to the court to come and see the color."

"what?"

Shao'er was amazed and asked, "Why are there the last four sentences? Shao'er thought there were only the first four sentences."

"I begged him to continue reading." Wang Lian said in a low voice, "This poem pities me, the world praises me and degrades me, but it pities me."

"Then, is Xue Xiaolang a great talent or a big liar?"

"Whether it's a genius or a liar, he is not an ordinary person who can stir up troubles with those big people. If he doesn't die this time, he will definitely achieve great things... If he doesn't die this time, I just want to hear his entire poem."

Wang Lianlian said, no longer pay attention to these mundane things, bow your head, and pluck the pipa strings yourself.

On a snowy night, in the quiet courtyard, the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard again.

The revolving shaft plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before it becomes a tune.

This song, the geisha sitting alone played it for herself, her lips opened and closed lightly, there was no sound at first, and then gradually there was a song, but unfortunately there were only fragments.

"Laughter this year and next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely..."

(End of this chapter)