A strong dragon will not overwhelm a local snake.
Wen Xunzhi, the prefect of Shuntian, Xie Zun, the rice king of the southeast, and the heads of several other major clans in the city came together.
Yang Chengzu also had to go to the door to greet him in person to show respect.
For example, those noble disciples don't have to come down like this.
No matter what, their identities are still there.
What's more, both civil and military circles, these bastards usually don't give much respect to literati, so they can't get along with this group of people.
No matter what your status is, I won't bully you, but I won't respect you either.
They are not responsible for running Yang Ji's business, and no one has the intention to receive him.
On the contrary, they feel that these people have to talk about poetry or reason as soon as they come, which is very boring.
Most people went to talk to the oiran ladies who came to perform about life and ideals, while the few who had enough status sat still and prepared to support Yang Chengzu.
Yang Chengzu showed humility.
He first greeted Xie Zun and expressed his sympathy for the misfortune suffered by Xie Zun.
The people who died in the Xie family were the same generation except for the younger generation.
Xie Zun did not need to wear mourning, but he always advocated frugality and opposed luxury.
Now that his family is unlucky, he wears more simple clothes.
After listening to Yang Chengzu's words, he also behaved very humbly, always emphasizing the kindness of the court and how his family had failed the princess and delayed her life.
The implication behind the words was that he obviously did not intend to return Geng Tie and let the princess choose another consort.
Shangyuan Festival is a special festival of the Ming Dynasty.
On this day, everyone can go out to watch the lights and enjoy the scenery at night, and the night ban is lifted.
Traditionally, China's "qgren" ceremony occurs on this day.
A big city like Nanjing is even more lively on this day, and decent shops will hang out their own lanterns, which can be regarded as a relatively primitive marketing method.
For example, on the Qinhuai River, such days are bound to involve activities such as poetry and cultural gatherings sponsored by wealthy businessmen.
The oiran ladies read poems by talented people, or sing lyrics written by them, and dance some more.
Dancing and performing is also an elegant pleasure.
But today, all the oirans were sent to Yang Ji.
The poetry gatherings on the Qinhuai River side were all performed by second- and third-rate characters, and their quality was quite different.
The big shots are also here to celebrate the opening of Yang Kee.
There are only a few people with status there, and the intellectuals are not interested in going there.
Many people have transferred to Yang Kee.
Some ladies who admired talented people, or idle men looking for beautiful women, all came to Yangji Restaurant.
Although the restaurant is open today, it only entertains guests invited through the post and is not open to the public.
However, the restaurant is open, so you can meet just by standing outside the main entrance.
For their own sake, everyone pushed forward desperately and tried hard to get a good position.
The performance places around the restaurant were also crowded with people, and all the cars, horses and sedans coming and going were blocked.
Although there was a performance, all kinds of lanterns were hung around the restaurant, with novel styles and excellent workmanship, which made those groups applaud.
The dragon and lion dance team hired by the restaurant played the drums to an earth-shattering pace and performed with all their strength in the open space outside the main entrance of the restaurant.
Due to the liveliness here, some performers were also attracted here, looking for a place to perform projects such as crushing rocks on the chest, or locking the throat with a golden gun, in order to earn some pocket money.
Bursts of singing mixed with these noisy voices came from the restaurant.
It was hard to hear it clearly on the street, but the melody was still very beautiful and the voice was sweet enough, which made some people couldn't help but cheer.
Several strangers wearing kimonos, Tsukiyo hair, and wooden clogs were walking along the crowd amid the chaos.
The prosperity of a big city like Nanjing was obviously something they had never seen before.
They kept looking left and right, greedily admiring the beautiful night scene.
When they arrived outside Yang Ji's door, the crowd stood still, and they stopped.
In front of and to the left and right of them were more than twenty strong men in powerful military uniforms, all with martial arts skills.
These men are strong and fierce-looking, and can make people give way with just one blow.
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With them opening the way, this group of people easily squeezed to the front.
Following the open door, it is easy to see everything happening in the hall.
There was a temporary stage set up on the first floor of the restaurant.
A dozen girls dressed in fairy clothes and feathers danced and sang while dancing in the winter.
The long sleeves danced, and some unknown mechanism scattered countless delicate petals from a high place, flying gently between the sky and the earth.
There was still smoke rising vaguely under the woman's feet, just like a dream.
These strangers were stunned, their eyes were attracted, and they remained motionless.
The leader followed the rhythm of the dance and beat the time with his hands.
Several of his subordinates took out the gold coins from the purses at their waists and asked how they could reward the dancers.
"The Kingdom of Heaven is really amazing.
Even the best dancing masters can't compare to the dances performed by these women."
The leader of the foreigners spoke Chinese fluently and said to the man next to him: "Mr.
Xie , before we return to China, can you arrange a performance like this for us?
I think so.
As for the cost, it’s easy to negotiate.”
The man next to him is a lean man in his forties, with a medium build and a smart appearance, but his eyes always make people feel a little sinister.
Seeing that several strangers were very interested in the performance, the man raised the plaque again and smiled slightly, "If Mr.
Zongshe is interested in this kind of performance, he can think of it.
We have come to the right place.
The person you are looking for, Right in this restaurant.”
The leader named Zong She was overjoyed, "Master Xie also likes singing and dancing.
That would be great.
I think we have found another common topic."
But at this moment, something unknown happened in the restaurant.
Several strong men appeared and closed the door of the restaurant.
Then there was a rustling sound, and countless curtains fell, blocking all the windows tightly. what happened.
Several strangers let out a burst of exclamations, followed by a burst of quick replies, and some reached for their waists, and then discovered that they were not carrying weapons.
There was an uproar outside the restaurant, with people pointing at the restaurant and talking about what happened inside.
Zong She was a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man smiled calmly, "Don't worry, Mr.
Zong She, my surname is also Xie.
There is no place in Nanjing that we surnamed Xie cannot enter."
He came to the door of the restaurant and shouted several times inside, and then a person who looked like a bodyguard appeared in front of the door.
This middle-aged man seemed confident, but the two negotiations were not smooth.
After a long while, until he felt a little uneasy and wanted to fall out, the door slowly opened.
The good people seized the time and saw that the performance was still going on inside, wondering what was going on.
Several strangers and the guards filed in.
After the last guard entered, the door was immediately closed and the curtain was lowered.
Before everyone who entered the restaurant had time to enjoy the singing and dancing, their attention was attracted by the sound of shouting and shouting.
Could there be a martial arts performance on such an occasion?
Just when I thought of this, I heard a scream, and a black shadow fell from the sky, like a broken sack.
It seemed that he fell from the second floor and fell heavily in front of those strangers.
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