The imperial capital has been prosperous since ancient times.
There are rows of houses on both sides of the streets, including tea houses, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public houses, etc.
People were coming and going, and it was very lively.
At this time, colored lanterns were hung along the street, and even the top of the pagoda of Fahua Temple was lit up.
People walked in groups of twos and threes, talking and laughing, vendors peddled along the street, and the shops were brightly lit.
Ning Yan and Qing Luan were both dressed in men's robes, waving their fans and walking slowly.
From a distance, they looked like two handsome young men.
"Sir, you're out now, so don't be so gloomy."
Qingluan pulled her sleeves and stood on tiptoes to look at the lanterns excitedly.
Ning Yan smiled and took a deep breath.
Seeing people walking towards Zuiyue Tower on the corner of the street, he smiled and said, "Let's go see what's going on over there."
The entrance to Zuiyue Tower was packed with people.
After asking, I found out that the most famous Xiangsheng Opera Troupe in Donghe was opening a show in Zuiyue Tower today.
The three inner and outer floors were full of people, and even the aisles were blocked.
The shopkeeper who welcomed the guests said with a shy smile: "Our store is small, so all our distinguished guests have made a trip in vain.
The Xiangsheng Opera Troupe will perform again someday, and we will definitely look forward to welcoming you."
Everyone dispersed in disappointment, Qingluan shook his head and said: "What a pity, that is the Xiangsheng Opera Troupe that produced the most famous actor Lingxian."
Before he could finish his words, he was hit on the head with a fan.
"Sir," Qingluan touched his head and looked at her pitifully.
Ning Yan glared at her and said with a smile: "I thought you liked Luo Hua so much.
Why do you act like a monk and an official now?"
Qingluan pouted and glanced at her helplessly and said: "Who told him that he doesn't have me in his heart?
It's not easy to force feelings.
Besides, there's nothing wrong with food and sex."
While they were talking, the shopkeeper came up and asked respectfully: "May I ask if this is Mr.
Ning?"
"Exactly" Ning Yan lowered her voice and said seriously.
"Please follow me upstairs.
Guests have reserved seats for you two."
Ning Yan glanced at Qingluan in surprise, but Qingluan's eyes were also full of surprise.
Immediately, he followed the shopkeeper upstairs.
The downstairs was crowded and noisy, but the upstairs was really quiet and elegant.
The center of Zuiyue Tower is a patio, and a lot of good dramas are going on at the moment.
There are many elegant rooms on the second floor surrounding the patio, each with different furnishings but pleasing to the eye.
The door was separated by a thin bamboo curtain, and from the outside, only vague figures could be seen.
"Sir, we're here."
The shopkeeper opened the bamboo curtain and Ning Yan walked in.
At first glance, I saw the handsome and graceful Mr.
Lu Li lying on the crossbar with his legs crossed and shaking his fan.
"Aning is here."
He stood up and fell to the ground.
"I can't believe that Mr.
Lu Li is so considerate.
What if I don't come to Zuiyue Tower?"
Ning Yan sat at the table and looked up at him, pouring herself a glass of wine.
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Lu Li sat over and blinked and said with a smile, "What's the matter?
Today I'll be at Zuiyue Tower, Qingfeng Tower, Ruixian Tower, Fahua Temple, all the places you can go to have been arranged for you.
But after many years, I have made arrangements for you."
To get to know you and Qingluan girl, you will come here first."
He smiled extremely brightly.
"When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Tell me, what's going on?"
Ning Yan raised her head and drank a glass of wine.
Lu Li was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing and grabbed her and said, "Why are you drinking so much?
You don't look like a girl."
"You take care of me" "It doesn't matter if you are an ancestor, okay?"
"Don't tell me."
Ning Yan poured herself another glass of wine.
"Well, actually, it's the mountain owner's business."
He hummed for a long time, then struggled: "You'd better make up with him, don't let him torment you and me."
"What's wrong with him" "The mountain master is actually not in good health, but he doesn't pay attention to it.
You also know that when his face becomes cold, no one dares to come near him and meditates all day long, and he doesn't eat much of the food he brings in."
"Then what's wrong with you?"
Lu Li looked like he was about to vomit blood and die.
He almost burst into tears.
He struggled to hold it back and said, "I can't say that you know everything."
Ning Yan nodded, Ah Xuan's method of treating people was really clever.
Every word of the quarrel that day still lingers in my heart, like a knot that I have no strength to untie.
She knew that what Ah Xuan said was right, and she also knew that he was not selfish and that everything he thought and did was for her own good.
But she also has her persistence and inability to let go.
Even though she is hesitant, she finally has a direction.
She should be the selfish person.
With a long sigh, Ning Yan drank another glass of wine, and Lu Li rushed up to grab the cup.
“Still drinking” "Isn't it just that you come to a restaurant to drink?"
At this time, there was a burst of cheers that resounded from the first floor, and Qingluan also screamed: "Ahhhh, look, Lingxian is here."
Ning Yan looked down under the influence of her drink, and saw a graceful figure coming up on the stage.
Her face was covered under thick foundation, and she could tell she was a beauty just by looking at the outline.
His sleeves were long, and with a single wave of his face he was already extremely handsome.
A pair of eyes filled with affection, so gentle that they almost dripped with water.
The steps are well-proportioned, and every gesture can draw cheers from the audience, making people unable to take their eyes away.
When he opened his voice, the audience was even more shocked.
The voice is neither fast nor slow, but it seems to be able to sing to the bottom of people's hearts.
This is a literary play about a scholar who gets drunk next to an ancient locust tree and dreams of Dahuai Anguo, who enters the ant tribe and becomes the prince-in-law of the dynasty.
His wife, Princess Yaofang, was very affectionate with her and secured for him the high position of Prime Minister Zuo.
The good times did not last long.
Neighboring countries heard that Princess Yaofang was beautiful and sent troops to snatch her away.
The scholar led the troops to repel the enemy army.
However, the princess died of fright.
After returning to the imperial court, the scholar lost his beloved wife and indulged in drinking and debauchery all day long.
He was impeached by the right prime minister.
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The emperor finally sent him back to the world with the saying that "if he is not of my race, his heart must be different."
I had a big dream for three lifetimes.
When I woke up, I didn’t know if it was a dream or not.
I only knew that the wine in the pot was still warm.
Lingxian's last appearance was to say goodbye to the scholar in a dream.
The old Zen master waved his sword to end the relationship and the entangled dream.
Ning Yan slowly shed tears as she listened.
The tears dripped into the cup and she swallowed it.
There seems to be a bitter taste spreading between the lips and teeth.
Someone next to me handed over a silk handkerchief and said softly: "You are too deep into the drama."
"Who says it isn't?"
She laughed softly.
"The dream may not be as beautiful as the reality, and reality may not be as ugly.
It all depends on how you treat it."
Lu Li tilted his head and looked at the troupe at the curtain call below, sighing deeply.
"If Princess Yaofang hadn't died and he hadn't been sent back to the world, he might have been lost in that dream, which is not a bad thing."
"However, dreams will eventually wake up.
It is better to have a happy life than to live in a drunken dream and die in a dream."
His eyes were a little dim, and he poured himself a glass of wine and swallowed it.
He had always been a teetotaler because he could not allow himself to be sober for a moment.
But in this situation, it seems that only wine can quench the anger and clamor in my heart.
Ning Yan patted his shoulder and stood up and walked towards the door: "You have been wearing that string of Buddhist beads for a long time."
Yes, too long.
The rope had been broken three times, and he had carefully reconnected it each time.
He also picked up the beads scattered on the ground one by one.
However, it is still not what it was before
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