Chapter 157 Poetry and Wine
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 157 Poetry and Wine
Tang people are proud, especially good wine.
Poetry and wine are juxtaposed, showing romance.
No matter whether you are a noble or a talented scholar or a scholar, as long as the economic conditions allow, when you want to drink, you seldom go to restaurants and restaurants. Wine, talking about poetry, drunkenness and hazy nephrite jade in my arms and smelling, life is so far, what more can I ask for?
This is a realm, but also a pursuit...
Fang Jun was "escorted" by his elder brother Fang Yizhi to the banquet hall, and when he got off the carriage, he looked up at the plaque on the forehead of the door, and felt a burst of sigh in his heart.
Drunken House...
While going around, I seem to have some kind of fate with this one of the best brothels in the Ancheng city - I wonder if this boss is in conflict with him?It seems that as long as you come here, it will be fine.
From the bottom of his heart, Fang Jun is still looking forward to such a town of pink and pink.
Although I am afraid of contracting some "obscure disease", how can a man not yearn for such a world?
Even if you don't dare to fight with a sword, shovel and carry a gun, just drinking flower wine and listening to a little song, and chatting with the sage-like sage about life and ideals, it is a beautiful thing...
The servant downstairs who greeted the guests saw the luxurious carriage, and immediately came up to meet him. Seeing Fang Yizhi getting out of the carriage, the servant was also used to seeing the scene. He immediately bent down and saluted and sang Fei Nuo: "Congratulations to Fang Jia Dalang!"
Fang Yizhi nodded slightly.
The little servant was about to get up when he saw the curtain of the carriage opened again, and another person jumped down, and hurriedly sang the promise again: "Congratulations... uh... uh..." Like a duck strangled by the neck, it came abruptly. end.
It's not that he doesn't understand the rules, it's just that Fang Erlang in front of him is putting too much pressure on him...
The battle with King Li You of Qi a few months ago has long been rumored in the capital, and rumors such as "Fang Erlang single-handedly picks a group of heroes", "Leng Bangmao makes a scene at the Drunken Immortal Tower" have even been compiled into jokes by the storyteller, in the market place. widely circulated among them.
And the consequence of that incident was that the boss of Zuixianlou was reprimanded by several important officials and princes, and even fined him a sum of money...
The name "Fang Erlang" is notorious in the eyes of Zuixianlou, and he should avoid it.
Fang Jun jumped out of the carriage, frowned at the servant who was halfway through his promise, and said displeasedly, "What's the matter, you're not welcome?"
The little servant was startled, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "How can you... Erlang, you can come here, our Zuixianlou is full of brilliance, hehe, haha..."
It sounds nice on the lips, but in fact, I'm about to scold my mother.
This grandfather is not a good bird either, he has a bad temper, he is too bold, and His Royal Highness dares to press a hammer. If one of the people in the building is not pleasing to the eye today, wouldn't it have to be staged? Have a good show?
But he didn't have the guts to keep Fang Jun out of the door. If he opened a shop, could he still pick customers?Having said that, even if I were to pick, I wouldn't dare to pick this one. If I get annoyed, I might smash the signboard of Zuixianlou on the spot...
Fang Jun looked at the tangled young servant, and knew that he was probably on the blacklist of this drunken house.Hehe smiled, followed Fang Yizhi with his hands behind his back and swayed, and swaggered into the door.
As usual, Yingying and Yanyan in the lobby, colorful, and the fragrant aroma makes people drowsy.
As soon as Fang Jun entered the lobby, his chattering voice suddenly fell silent.
No way, Fang Erlang's glorious history is still vivid in his mind, and his reputation is too fierce...
The old, well-maintained bustard had a stiff smile on his well-maintained face, and his heart was a little terrified. Today, in the Zuixianlou, there are gangsters and famous officials gathered together. This one is crazy again...
I was so worried in my heart that a deep voice suddenly came from my ear: "I wonder if Miss Lixue is still listening to the Snow Pavilion there?"
As soon as the old lady raised her head, she was startled when she saw that Fang Jun had come to her side at some point, and hurriedly took a step back, as if she was afraid that Fang Jun would eat her in one bite...
After calming down, the prostitute forced a smile: "Haha, I teach Erlang to know, but Miss Lixue is already in good shape..."
From good?
Fang Jun clicked his tongue and sighed: "A is most fond of the old, so it's not as good as a new person. I remember that Miss Lixue seemed to be a little unkind to Fang, and she wanted to get close to him, but it's a pity... But... Having said that, Miss Lixue went to the county government office that day to confirm that a certain attacked His Royal Highness King Qi, and I don't know if it was her original intention, or was she coerced by this drunk fairy building?"
Old | The bustard was almost scared to death. If this demon king identified this as the Zuixianlou and asked Li Xue to testify... Would the Zuixianlou be demolished?
He can do something so daring as beating King Qi, will the little Zuixianlou be in his eyes?
She was anxiously thinking about how to explain it, but unexpectedly, after Fang Jun asked this, Shi Shiran had already gone upstairs. She breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it, dragged a servant over, and whispered.
How could Fang Jun not get along with Zuixianlou?He's not idle and doing nothing.
Although he was very unhappy about what that girl Li Xue did at the time, he didn't care too much.It is understandable that a girl who has fallen into the dust wants to seize a god-given opportunity to catch a golden tortoise-in-law like King Li You of Qi.
Following Fang Yi straight up to the box on the second floor, as soon as the door was opened, the melodious sound of silk and bamboo came out.
In the box, there are a few soft and sloppy little tables in a circle, and the short table is full of delicious food and wine, and a group of singers in colorful clothes and sleeves are dancing to the music in the middle.
His robes were flying, his bare feet were slender, his waist was like a willow, and his arms were brighter than the snow in his dancing steps.
The splendid Tang Dynasty, a golden and iron horse, also has a corruption that is enough to ecstasy...
"Oh, how come Fang Dalang is so late? I've been waiting for a long time, needless to say, I will punish myself for three cups!"
As soon as I entered the room, it happened that this wave of singing and dancing was over, and someone said loudly.
Fang Yizhi is a gentleman. Hearing the words, he didn't shirk. He pulled Fang Jun to find a vacant short table, sat cross-legged on the couch, and a singer came over to fill up the wine.Fang Yizhi raised the glass and smiled apologetically: "I'm tired of waiting for a long time, it's really something, please!"
One drink, three drinks in a row.
The atmosphere suddenly warmed up.
Fang Jun looked at Big Brother Cheap with some surprises. This guy is boring all day long. He sits upright and doesn't smile. He thought he had extravagant social phobia.
"Fang Erlang is also at the table with us. It's a great honor! But I don't know if there are other masterpieces other than "The Charcoal Seller"? Wouldn't it be fun to bring them out for us to serve with wine?"
As soon as the scene started, someone pointed the finger at Fang Jun in a strange way.
Although I know that this is an inevitable situation, a guy who is "inexperienced, reckless and ignorant" will be invited by this group of guys who claim to be well-educated. Is there any good thing?However, Fang Jun was rather unhappy with such a bright array of swords and spears.
Don't you seem a little rude if you didn't eat a sip of the food or drink a glass of wine?
Fang Jun frowned slightly and looked around.
(End of this chapter)
Tang people are proud, especially good wine.
Poetry and wine are juxtaposed, showing romance.
No matter whether you are a noble or a talented scholar or a scholar, as long as the economic conditions allow, when you want to drink, you seldom go to restaurants and restaurants. Wine, talking about poetry, drunkenness and hazy nephrite jade in my arms and smelling, life is so far, what more can I ask for?
This is a realm, but also a pursuit...
Fang Jun was "escorted" by his elder brother Fang Yizhi to the banquet hall, and when he got off the carriage, he looked up at the plaque on the forehead of the door, and felt a burst of sigh in his heart.
Drunken House...
While going around, I seem to have some kind of fate with this one of the best brothels in the Ancheng city - I wonder if this boss is in conflict with him?It seems that as long as you come here, it will be fine.
From the bottom of his heart, Fang Jun is still looking forward to such a town of pink and pink.
Although I am afraid of contracting some "obscure disease", how can a man not yearn for such a world?
Even if you don't dare to fight with a sword, shovel and carry a gun, just drinking flower wine and listening to a little song, and chatting with the sage-like sage about life and ideals, it is a beautiful thing...
The servant downstairs who greeted the guests saw the luxurious carriage, and immediately came up to meet him. Seeing Fang Yizhi getting out of the carriage, the servant was also used to seeing the scene. He immediately bent down and saluted and sang Fei Nuo: "Congratulations to Fang Jia Dalang!"
Fang Yizhi nodded slightly.
The little servant was about to get up when he saw the curtain of the carriage opened again, and another person jumped down, and hurriedly sang the promise again: "Congratulations... uh... uh..." Like a duck strangled by the neck, it came abruptly. end.
It's not that he doesn't understand the rules, it's just that Fang Erlang in front of him is putting too much pressure on him...
The battle with King Li You of Qi a few months ago has long been rumored in the capital, and rumors such as "Fang Erlang single-handedly picks a group of heroes", "Leng Bangmao makes a scene at the Drunken Immortal Tower" have even been compiled into jokes by the storyteller, in the market place. widely circulated among them.
And the consequence of that incident was that the boss of Zuixianlou was reprimanded by several important officials and princes, and even fined him a sum of money...
The name "Fang Erlang" is notorious in the eyes of Zuixianlou, and he should avoid it.
Fang Jun jumped out of the carriage, frowned at the servant who was halfway through his promise, and said displeasedly, "What's the matter, you're not welcome?"
The little servant was startled, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "How can you... Erlang, you can come here, our Zuixianlou is full of brilliance, hehe, haha..."
It sounds nice on the lips, but in fact, I'm about to scold my mother.
This grandfather is not a good bird either, he has a bad temper, he is too bold, and His Royal Highness dares to press a hammer. If one of the people in the building is not pleasing to the eye today, wouldn't it have to be staged? Have a good show?
But he didn't have the guts to keep Fang Jun out of the door. If he opened a shop, could he still pick customers?Having said that, even if I were to pick, I wouldn't dare to pick this one. If I get annoyed, I might smash the signboard of Zuixianlou on the spot...
Fang Jun looked at the tangled young servant, and knew that he was probably on the blacklist of this drunken house.Hehe smiled, followed Fang Yizhi with his hands behind his back and swayed, and swaggered into the door.
As usual, Yingying and Yanyan in the lobby, colorful, and the fragrant aroma makes people drowsy.
As soon as Fang Jun entered the lobby, his chattering voice suddenly fell silent.
No way, Fang Erlang's glorious history is still vivid in his mind, and his reputation is too fierce...
The old, well-maintained bustard had a stiff smile on his well-maintained face, and his heart was a little terrified. Today, in the Zuixianlou, there are gangsters and famous officials gathered together. This one is crazy again...
I was so worried in my heart that a deep voice suddenly came from my ear: "I wonder if Miss Lixue is still listening to the Snow Pavilion there?"
As soon as the old lady raised her head, she was startled when she saw that Fang Jun had come to her side at some point, and hurriedly took a step back, as if she was afraid that Fang Jun would eat her in one bite...
After calming down, the prostitute forced a smile: "Haha, I teach Erlang to know, but Miss Lixue is already in good shape..."
From good?
Fang Jun clicked his tongue and sighed: "A is most fond of the old, so it's not as good as a new person. I remember that Miss Lixue seemed to be a little unkind to Fang, and she wanted to get close to him, but it's a pity... But... Having said that, Miss Lixue went to the county government office that day to confirm that a certain attacked His Royal Highness King Qi, and I don't know if it was her original intention, or was she coerced by this drunk fairy building?"
Old | The bustard was almost scared to death. If this demon king identified this as the Zuixianlou and asked Li Xue to testify... Would the Zuixianlou be demolished?
He can do something so daring as beating King Qi, will the little Zuixianlou be in his eyes?
She was anxiously thinking about how to explain it, but unexpectedly, after Fang Jun asked this, Shi Shiran had already gone upstairs. She breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it, dragged a servant over, and whispered.
How could Fang Jun not get along with Zuixianlou?He's not idle and doing nothing.
Although he was very unhappy about what that girl Li Xue did at the time, he didn't care too much.It is understandable that a girl who has fallen into the dust wants to seize a god-given opportunity to catch a golden tortoise-in-law like King Li You of Qi.
Following Fang Yi straight up to the box on the second floor, as soon as the door was opened, the melodious sound of silk and bamboo came out.
In the box, there are a few soft and sloppy little tables in a circle, and the short table is full of delicious food and wine, and a group of singers in colorful clothes and sleeves are dancing to the music in the middle.
His robes were flying, his bare feet were slender, his waist was like a willow, and his arms were brighter than the snow in his dancing steps.
The splendid Tang Dynasty, a golden and iron horse, also has a corruption that is enough to ecstasy...
"Oh, how come Fang Dalang is so late? I've been waiting for a long time, needless to say, I will punish myself for three cups!"
As soon as I entered the room, it happened that this wave of singing and dancing was over, and someone said loudly.
Fang Yizhi is a gentleman. Hearing the words, he didn't shirk. He pulled Fang Jun to find a vacant short table, sat cross-legged on the couch, and a singer came over to fill up the wine.Fang Yizhi raised the glass and smiled apologetically: "I'm tired of waiting for a long time, it's really something, please!"
One drink, three drinks in a row.
The atmosphere suddenly warmed up.
Fang Jun looked at Big Brother Cheap with some surprises. This guy is boring all day long. He sits upright and doesn't smile. He thought he had extravagant social phobia.
"Fang Erlang is also at the table with us. It's a great honor! But I don't know if there are other masterpieces other than "The Charcoal Seller"? Wouldn't it be fun to bring them out for us to serve with wine?"
As soon as the scene started, someone pointed the finger at Fang Jun in a strange way.
Although I know that this is an inevitable situation, a guy who is "inexperienced, reckless and ignorant" will be invited by this group of guys who claim to be well-educated. Is there any good thing?However, Fang Jun was rather unhappy with such a bright array of swords and spears.
Don't you seem a little rude if you didn't eat a sip of the food or drink a glass of wine?
Fang Jun frowned slightly and looked around.
(End of this chapter)
