The Prosperous Era of Longwan

In a quiet courtyard, there is a study room with simple and elegant decoration. There is a book on the desk next to the window, and a pair of feet resting on the table.

Wei Guangde was lying facelessly on his chair, lazily humming songs from later generations.

This is the house that the Wei family purchased in Jiujiang Fucheng, and they moved here two days ago.

The front yard was given to Aunt Liu and her family, and Wei Guangde, the main yard in the back yard, was vacant and planned to live there when his parents came over. The eldest brother could also live there in the future.

My small courtyard is a bit simpler, with only a few rooms. I occupy a large room. The main room is right at the entrance, and the left and right wings are bedrooms and study rooms.

There are only two people living in this small courtyard now, he and Zhang Ji.

Yesterday, when he moved into his new home, Wei Guangde invited many classmates from the government school to come over for a meal and drink. Many young masters from Wei also came over. Zhang Hongfu brought many people from home to help. Now they have all gone back after packing up.

The news that Father Wei is coming to Wei to serve as the governor of Wei has spread, which also means that the appointment has been finalized and there will be no surprises.

Although Wei Zhenfu was a very low-ranking official in the guard house, after all, he still had the real and official power in his hands, and no one wanted to meet them.

So now that Wei Guangde is in contact with these guardsmen, no one treats him as a son of a hundred families anymore. Although his rank has only been improved by one level, he is already a guard official.

"Master, Master, Master Zhang is here."

Just when Wei Guangde was bored, Zhang Ji ran in from outside and shouted.

Zhang Ji has been following Wei Guangde to Jiujiang for a while and has gotten rid of the habit of calling Wei Guangde by his nickname.

"Is he here? Make a pot of tea and come over."

Wei Guangde put down his feet, stood up and walked out, giving instructions as he walked.

Zhang Hongfu did not enter the backyard, but sat in the lobby of the front yard. When Wei Guangde came over, Aunt Liu had already asked his daughter to make tea and put it on the coffee table.

"Cousin, what's the matter with this visit?"

Wei Guangde said as he entered the room. He did not take the position of the master's house, but sat on the chair next to Zhang Hongfu.

"Didn't you take leave these days? I thought you were bored staying at home and didn't see you going out, so I came over to take a look."

Zhang Hongfu said with a smile, "Today is the fifteenth day. Miss Xiang Ning from Cuixiu Hall will perform on the stage. Let's go over and have a look."

"Xiang Ning? Is this the Jiujiang Yizhihua you are talking about?"

Wei Guangde didn't know what happened. He had been feeling lazy recently and had no energy to do anything. But when he heard that Zhang Hongfu invited him to watch Xiang Ning's performance at Cuixiu Hall, he somehow became interested.

In Nanchang Prefecture, he went to the brothels many times with scholars, but they only drank wine, listened to music, and made money there. He had never been to the brothels in Jiujiang Prefecture.

He was not very interested in brothels. He mainly wanted to see whether the oirans of ancient brothels were as beautiful as the stars of later generations.

Well, he had already met Peng Ze's oiran. When he was in Nanchang Mansion, he also met two girls who were called Nanchang Mansion oirans. They were indeed very beautiful.

Wei Guangde, the oiran of Jiujiang Prefecture, also wants to meet him now.

The oirans of the Ming Dynasty were very impressive, and they were not something you could see casually.

Wei Guangde went in and out of a lot of brothels in Nanchang Mansion, but he only saw two of them. It was because he heard that they were talents taking part in the provincial examination that they came out to play a piece of music.

Wei Guangde had heard the name of this Xiangning girl from Jiujiang Prefecture a long time ago at the banquet. It was said that she was both talented and beautiful.

Although Wei Guangde yearned for beautiful women, at this time, he didn't think much about it.

This time when he went home and chatted with his eldest brother, Wei Wen found out that he had been in and out of a brothel in Nanchang Mansion, so he put an arm around his head and gave him a harsh lesson, "You can do whatever you want after the age of fifteen, but now you are not allowed to do anything. "

Well, this is a concept of this era. It is believed that a man is grown up when he is fifteen years old. He can get married and naturally do other things. Being too young is not good for his health.

Thinking back to the fact that those scholars in Nanchang Mansion teased him for not having even hair, his cousin, Zeng Yuanshu and others also said that they would wait for another two years. Wei Guangde would be almost fifteen years old by then, so he would naturally be able to do it.

Regardless of Wei Guangde's intention or not, he was dragged out of the house by Zhang Hongfu anyway.

It is getting dark, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the bustling streets. Most of them have gone home to rest.

The shops on the street have also closed due to the decrease in customers, and Jiujiang City has gradually fallen asleep.

It's just when the lights of thousands of houses are resting that the night life of the scholars and gentlemen begins.

“Thousands of songs and dances are countless, but the dance of neon clothes is my favorite.

Dancing on a cold spring day, in front of the incense table under the jade hook railing.

The dancer in front of the case was as beautiful as jade, and she was not wearing ordinary clothes.

Hong Shang Xia Pei steps and shakes the crown, and the pearls are worn numerously.

Pingting seems to be ignoring Luo Qi, listening to her music hanging and walking again and again.

The chimes, flutes, zithers and flutes are passed by each other, and the sound of playing and playing is meandering."

Relying on his super memory, although Wei Guangde cannot remember many things he has read in later generations, he has a photographic memory of the books he has read in this life.

Sitting in the dining room on the second floor of Cuixiu Hall, eating the food on the table, drinking the wine in the glass, looking at the high platform downstairs through the pavilion railing, where the young women dancing on and off the stage, unconsciously thought of Bai Juyi "Dancing Song of Colorful Feather Clothes".

"Haha, just in case, Guangde can be so literate. If you ask us to read from the book, we may not be able to recognize all the words on it."

A young man next to him said with a smile immediately after Wei Guangde finished reading the long poem "Dancing Song of Colorful Clothes and Feather Clothes".

It's not that they want to praise Wei Guangde. To be honest, playing with Wei Guangde mainly depends on the Zhang family's face, but Wei Guangde is already a scholar at a young age, so his family naturally has an explanation.

But at this moment, it was not because of this, but because I was impressed just by hearing Wei Guangde read out such a long thing. His memory was unparalleled, and even the people at the table couldn't keep up. He was worthy of the reputation of Jiujiang Wei's talented scholar.

At this time, the rhythm of the melodious melody gradually began to speed up, as if it was about to reach a climax. The dancers on and off the stage wearing various dance clothes sped up their dance movements to the increasingly exciting music. The skin underneath could be vaguely seen in the gauze-like clothes, and the ribbons were floating. , rising into a blooming flower in the air.

Suddenly, several more dancers came up from the backstage to the front stage. They opened their sleeves and danced. Countless petals fluttered down in the sky, swaying, each petal holding wisps of agarwood... …

"Is this the song and dance of the Ming Dynasty?"

Wei Guangde saw everything with his eyes. The song and dance performances in Cuixiu Hall on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year somewhat subverted his three views. In ancient times, there were also large-scale song and dance performances.

Petals were scattered all over the stage and downstairs.

As the song ended, the dancers left the stage one after another as they had done several times before, and the guests downstairs and downstairs couldn't help but cheer.

But it only took a moment, and the cheers suddenly amplified several times. At this time, a young woman came on stage.