Fortunately, there is a Chu Palace in Wuchang, otherwise it would be difficult to find a hall that can accommodate hundreds of people to have a banquet.
In the spacious and gorgeous palace, among the vermilion pillars, sixteen young girls were wearing long red and green floral dresses. The long sleeves hung down and could fall on the floor. The delicate and skillful dance steps were like the fairy of flowers floating in the middle.
The orchestral sound is short and light, and even those who do not understand the rhythm can feel the joy in the sound.
At every happy rhythm of the sound of the blowing, the beautiful women have an action.
The long sleeves were swept into the air together, like clouds and fairyland. In a trance, Zhang Ning seemed to remember the scenes in the costume martial arts movie. A ribbon flew into the air, and a woman in lotus steps ran lightly on it.
When the skirt flew up, you could see the beauty's little feet wrapped in white socks, almost jumping on the floor with her toes, so she looked so light.
Is this an ancient version of ballet?
Even Zhang Ning had never seen such a beautiful song and dance in the Ming Dynasty.
There were many military generals at the banquet, and these people looked red. Zhang Ning smiled and cared about the thoughts of these brothers. Most of them wanted to press the beauties on the bed and beg the dark...
Where did you get a bunch of beauties in the palace?
Zhang Ning also wanted to simply reward the soldiers who followed him for a lifetime. Anyway, keeping them would be a waste of resources, but doing so would not have a good impact.
Everyone from the hall was smiling and gathered happily.Even Emperor Jianwen, who was tall and arrogant, watched with relish, and Mrs. Yao, who was sitting next to the emperor, had a decent smile on her face.
The only regret is that there is no program to be granted a title at such a celebration banquet.
Although Jianwen was the emperor, his soldiers were not controlled by him and it was inconvenient to issue an edict to reward the soldiers who had made meritorious ones; Zhang Ning was just a prince and had no name for reward, so no one mentioned this kind of thing for the time being.
This does not affect people's enthusiasm, because it is compensated for practical benefits.
The wealth resources of the entire ruling area have been tilted towards the army, and everyone lives a very comfortable life and there is no dissatisfaction...
It is useless to just shout slogans. From generals to soldiers, they must work hard and not be allowed to rob, so they have to distribute their wealth, otherwise their morale will be unsustainable.
The brothers are all reasonable. Open robbery will cause damage to property and waste more things. It is better to coerce the government to take it in a unified manner. There are also cases such as rape and robbery. In addition to severe punishment, the generals also told them to ruin a woman's reputation. Maybe she would commit suicide. She would have been raising her for 10 or 20 years before she could grow up and then she would be ruined. Isn't this a waste of money? It would be better to have money to buy it.
This is also the guarantee for why the Suzaku Army does not disturb the people; it is also the root cause of the overwhelming burden of more than a dozen prefectures and prefectures only support tens of thousands of people, and the treatment of soldiers is very good.
Therefore, the Vermilion Bird Army cannot be a bandit. It can be foreseen that the military discipline will be corrupt immediately after losing its territory and the entire system will collapse.
There are dozens of tables in the hall, but now the food sharing system is not popular, all tables and mats are available.There are six people sitting on one table on three sides, because the other side is facing away from the middle and cannot see the program.
Men and women are separated, on the left are civil and military officials, and on the right are family members brought by them. It is indeed not common for so many families to come to banquets.
Zhang Ning sat at a table on the top of the left, facing the east, facing the singing and dancing in the center of the hall. It was undoubtedly a good position. Zhou Mengxiong sat with him, and he pushed him for a long time when he entered the table. But the chief assistant Yang Shiqi was beaten to death and refused to sit in that position, so in the end he could only do this.
There were two people sitting on each side, both of which were four other ministers in the cabinet. The six most powerful people sitting on this table were actually the Jianwen court.
He had been drinking for several rounds, and Zhang Ning's alcohol capacity was really not good. The emperor drank three cups with the ministers, and the bureaucrats at the same table here gave him a few rounds of respect.
His face is now red, and the whole palace is shaking.
The performance has been changed to a performance, and Zhang Ning is still gritting the bullet and drinking with everyone, especially with Zhou Mengxiong, who can't finish talking and clinking glasses.
With the interweaving of cups and cups, Zhang Ning did not mention the topic of crisis that had been on the battlefield, but in the refreshing drink, he had already expressed his gratitude to Zhou Mengxiong.
Zhou Mengxiong, a burly man, was not comparable to Zhang Ning's alcohol tolerance. He didn't know how many cups he drank, and his face was not red yet. He seemed to know what drunkenness was.
At this time, Zheng Qia suggested: Let’s use wine recipes next, which should be more interesting.Today we will not return without getting drunk!
Zhou Mengxiong immediately smiled and objected: It would be okay if he fiddled with knives, guns, sticks, but wasn’t he going to drink all the wine alone?
Zheng Qia said: In this way, beating the drum and passing the flowers, it depends on luck. Old Hero Zhou has nothing to say, right?
Yang Shiqi touched his beard and smiled: Look at Master Zhou’s alcohol tolerance, we may not be able to drink him together, haha...
Zhou Mengxiong turned around and asked Zhang Ning: How does Xiang Wang think of how to play this way?
Set another rule, and those who pass it on to the flowers can use other alternatives to drink.Poetry and performances are also accomplished.
Zhang Ning has a weak alcohol tolerance, so he left a way out to avoid drinking and lying down after a while. If the people present are not happy yet, wouldn’t such a scene of celebrating joy be disappointed?
Zhou Mengxiong laughed and patted him on the table: King Xiang said one word, nine tripods, you have the final say!
So Zheng Qia turned around and ordered the palace maid who was standing next to pour wine, and asked her to get props.
After a while, the uterus brought a hand drum and a big red silk flower. The red flower was like a flower worn by a newcomer at a happy event, full of festive feeling.
After a while, the drums started to be beaten here, attracting people's attention.
Originally, this table was the focus of today's banquet, but this time it was noisy, even the limelight of the emperor and the imperial concubine on the throne was completely suppressed.
People were talking enthusiastically about who the flowers would be delivered, as if six people could have a great significance for farting.
After playing for a few rounds, Zhang Ning found that he was very lucky. After drinking a few drinks in a row, he couldn't help but smile and said: "You guys are unhappy if you don't see me drunk."
Monk Yao pointed at Zheng Qia and joked: You called the person who beats the drum. Mr. Zheng is not cheating, right?
Zheng Qiao shouted that he was wronged and asked the palace maid who was beating the drum to come over and asked her if she didn't know her, and she made some trouble.
When Zhou Mengxiong threw the big red flower into Zhang Ning's arms, the drums stopped again, and everyone laughed. Zhang Ning stood up staggeringly and handed the wine glass to the left: Uncle, help me and drink a cup for me.
Zhou Mengxiong grabbed Zhang Ning's sleeve: But there is no such rule. The wine table is like a battlefield, and orders must be enforced. This is the rule set by the King of Xiang himself.Otherwise, write a poem to open your eyes.
Monk Yao clasped his fists and said: Don’t blame me, nephew, I also want to have a drink for you, but Mr. Zhou disagreed.
Forget it, I am embarrassed to cheat.
Zhang Ning said shaking his head.
He felt dizzy, but he knew very well in his heart that he personally verified something again. No matter how drunk he was, he would not know what he was doing.
He shook his mind and thought about what poem is good for copying.
He was completely inferior to Li Bai's ability to write poems while drunk. On the contrary, alcohol made his mind full of mud and he couldn't even recite it, so he couldn't talk about it.
Obviously, there are the most ancient poems in the Tang and Song dynasties, but in the Ming Dynasty, it was quite limited. If it weren’t for the catchy children, he wouldn’t remember them…
Moreover, you can't copy it randomly, you have to adapt to the situation. You can't remember anything for a while, and you can't even remember some of Mao Taizu's magnificent poems, and you're a little confused.
After holding it in for a while, he said: Is it okay to sing?
Several people agreed, and Yang Shiqi smiled and said: Guess, should the King of Hunan hold the red teeth board and sing the "William bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon", or the copper pipa and iron board and sing the "The Great River Goes East"?
Zheng Qia said: Brother, Tai and others cannot underestimate the talent of King Xiang. The "Su accent" that became popular in the north and south of the Yangtze River was created by King Xiang and Prince Su, a talented man in Jiangnan?
When Zhang Ning heard this, he understood in his heart that he would never sing any popular songs.But the so-called Su's tune is the ability of Mr. Su. He just fills in lyrics and can't sing operas.
Suddenly, he was inspired and remembered the "Ode to Pear Blossoms" in Peking Opera. It was simpler and could sing before, and it was not completely out of touch with local operas. It was singed by Bai Juyi and everyone was familiar with it.
He was happy and became interested in this happy scene...
It is also easy to ask the famous scholars and gentry who came to the scene besides the civil and military officials of this dynasty. I am not a pure warlord, but also know some of the romance.
He then staggered for a few steps, and bowed to the emperor and concubine who was on the throne above.
Yao Ji looked at him with a smile, raised her sleeve and waved her lightly, and the orchestras in the hall stopped temporarily.
At first, Zhang Ning was still quite restrained and just sang that the pear blossoms bloomed, and the spring was raining.The pear blossoms fall, and spring enters the mud.
When he was singing until he was just for one person, he said that he was also infatuated with the king. When he was happy, he pretended to be like gestures in the play, and while singing, he slowly danced with his yellow robe sleeves covering his face, it was like Yang Guifei holding a pipa and half-covering her face. The hall suddenly became an uproar and burst into laughter.
The singer standing by the side couldn't help but smile when she saw this, and many of the female relatives on the right covered their mouths and smiled.
The generals were in a high mood, and a group of martial artists stroking their hands and shouting: OK!good!Let’s have another song!
The drunk Zhang Ning walked to the side of the female relatives. When the women saw that he was drunk, they didn't know what to do, some screamed exaggeratedly.
Of course Zhang Ning would not do anything wrong. He was just excited about alcohol. When he saw Gu Chunhan (Fang Ling) on the table, he walked over, carried one hand and put the other arm horizontally around his waist to greet him, and reached out to invite her.
Gu Chunhan blushed, but he still put his jade hand gently in Zhang Ning's palm and stood up gently.
Oh, it's so ridiculous... I don't know which girl muttered to me.
Zhang Ning made intimate moves in public and said in Gu Chunhan's ear: You dance, I will play the pipa for you.
She blushed and whispered: How would you...
Zhang Ning laughed and said: It will definitely be able to pop.
In the spacious and gorgeous palace, among the vermilion pillars, sixteen young girls were wearing long red and green floral dresses. The long sleeves hung down and could fall on the floor. The delicate and skillful dance steps were like the fairy of flowers floating in the middle.
The orchestral sound is short and light, and even those who do not understand the rhythm can feel the joy in the sound.
At every happy rhythm of the sound of the blowing, the beautiful women have an action.
The long sleeves were swept into the air together, like clouds and fairyland. In a trance, Zhang Ning seemed to remember the scenes in the costume martial arts movie. A ribbon flew into the air, and a woman in lotus steps ran lightly on it.
When the skirt flew up, you could see the beauty's little feet wrapped in white socks, almost jumping on the floor with her toes, so she looked so light.
Is this an ancient version of ballet?
Even Zhang Ning had never seen such a beautiful song and dance in the Ming Dynasty.
There were many military generals at the banquet, and these people looked red. Zhang Ning smiled and cared about the thoughts of these brothers. Most of them wanted to press the beauties on the bed and beg the dark...
Where did you get a bunch of beauties in the palace?
Zhang Ning also wanted to simply reward the soldiers who followed him for a lifetime. Anyway, keeping them would be a waste of resources, but doing so would not have a good impact.
Everyone from the hall was smiling and gathered happily.Even Emperor Jianwen, who was tall and arrogant, watched with relish, and Mrs. Yao, who was sitting next to the emperor, had a decent smile on her face.
The only regret is that there is no program to be granted a title at such a celebration banquet.
Although Jianwen was the emperor, his soldiers were not controlled by him and it was inconvenient to issue an edict to reward the soldiers who had made meritorious ones; Zhang Ning was just a prince and had no name for reward, so no one mentioned this kind of thing for the time being.
This does not affect people's enthusiasm, because it is compensated for practical benefits.
The wealth resources of the entire ruling area have been tilted towards the army, and everyone lives a very comfortable life and there is no dissatisfaction...
It is useless to just shout slogans. From generals to soldiers, they must work hard and not be allowed to rob, so they have to distribute their wealth, otherwise their morale will be unsustainable.
The brothers are all reasonable. Open robbery will cause damage to property and waste more things. It is better to coerce the government to take it in a unified manner. There are also cases such as rape and robbery. In addition to severe punishment, the generals also told them to ruin a woman's reputation. Maybe she would commit suicide. She would have been raising her for 10 or 20 years before she could grow up and then she would be ruined. Isn't this a waste of money? It would be better to have money to buy it.
This is also the guarantee for why the Suzaku Army does not disturb the people; it is also the root cause of the overwhelming burden of more than a dozen prefectures and prefectures only support tens of thousands of people, and the treatment of soldiers is very good.
Therefore, the Vermilion Bird Army cannot be a bandit. It can be foreseen that the military discipline will be corrupt immediately after losing its territory and the entire system will collapse.
There are dozens of tables in the hall, but now the food sharing system is not popular, all tables and mats are available.There are six people sitting on one table on three sides, because the other side is facing away from the middle and cannot see the program.
Men and women are separated, on the left are civil and military officials, and on the right are family members brought by them. It is indeed not common for so many families to come to banquets.
Zhang Ning sat at a table on the top of the left, facing the east, facing the singing and dancing in the center of the hall. It was undoubtedly a good position. Zhou Mengxiong sat with him, and he pushed him for a long time when he entered the table. But the chief assistant Yang Shiqi was beaten to death and refused to sit in that position, so in the end he could only do this.
There were two people sitting on each side, both of which were four other ministers in the cabinet. The six most powerful people sitting on this table were actually the Jianwen court.
He had been drinking for several rounds, and Zhang Ning's alcohol capacity was really not good. The emperor drank three cups with the ministers, and the bureaucrats at the same table here gave him a few rounds of respect.
His face is now red, and the whole palace is shaking.
The performance has been changed to a performance, and Zhang Ning is still gritting the bullet and drinking with everyone, especially with Zhou Mengxiong, who can't finish talking and clinking glasses.
With the interweaving of cups and cups, Zhang Ning did not mention the topic of crisis that had been on the battlefield, but in the refreshing drink, he had already expressed his gratitude to Zhou Mengxiong.
Zhou Mengxiong, a burly man, was not comparable to Zhang Ning's alcohol tolerance. He didn't know how many cups he drank, and his face was not red yet. He seemed to know what drunkenness was.
At this time, Zheng Qia suggested: Let’s use wine recipes next, which should be more interesting.Today we will not return without getting drunk!
Zhou Mengxiong immediately smiled and objected: It would be okay if he fiddled with knives, guns, sticks, but wasn’t he going to drink all the wine alone?
Zheng Qia said: In this way, beating the drum and passing the flowers, it depends on luck. Old Hero Zhou has nothing to say, right?
Yang Shiqi touched his beard and smiled: Look at Master Zhou’s alcohol tolerance, we may not be able to drink him together, haha...
Zhou Mengxiong turned around and asked Zhang Ning: How does Xiang Wang think of how to play this way?
Set another rule, and those who pass it on to the flowers can use other alternatives to drink.Poetry and performances are also accomplished.
Zhang Ning has a weak alcohol tolerance, so he left a way out to avoid drinking and lying down after a while. If the people present are not happy yet, wouldn’t such a scene of celebrating joy be disappointed?
Zhou Mengxiong laughed and patted him on the table: King Xiang said one word, nine tripods, you have the final say!
So Zheng Qia turned around and ordered the palace maid who was standing next to pour wine, and asked her to get props.
After a while, the uterus brought a hand drum and a big red silk flower. The red flower was like a flower worn by a newcomer at a happy event, full of festive feeling.
After a while, the drums started to be beaten here, attracting people's attention.
Originally, this table was the focus of today's banquet, but this time it was noisy, even the limelight of the emperor and the imperial concubine on the throne was completely suppressed.
People were talking enthusiastically about who the flowers would be delivered, as if six people could have a great significance for farting.
After playing for a few rounds, Zhang Ning found that he was very lucky. After drinking a few drinks in a row, he couldn't help but smile and said: "You guys are unhappy if you don't see me drunk."
Monk Yao pointed at Zheng Qia and joked: You called the person who beats the drum. Mr. Zheng is not cheating, right?
Zheng Qiao shouted that he was wronged and asked the palace maid who was beating the drum to come over and asked her if she didn't know her, and she made some trouble.
When Zhou Mengxiong threw the big red flower into Zhang Ning's arms, the drums stopped again, and everyone laughed. Zhang Ning stood up staggeringly and handed the wine glass to the left: Uncle, help me and drink a cup for me.
Zhou Mengxiong grabbed Zhang Ning's sleeve: But there is no such rule. The wine table is like a battlefield, and orders must be enforced. This is the rule set by the King of Xiang himself.Otherwise, write a poem to open your eyes.
Monk Yao clasped his fists and said: Don’t blame me, nephew, I also want to have a drink for you, but Mr. Zhou disagreed.
Forget it, I am embarrassed to cheat.
Zhang Ning said shaking his head.
He felt dizzy, but he knew very well in his heart that he personally verified something again. No matter how drunk he was, he would not know what he was doing.
He shook his mind and thought about what poem is good for copying.
He was completely inferior to Li Bai's ability to write poems while drunk. On the contrary, alcohol made his mind full of mud and he couldn't even recite it, so he couldn't talk about it.
Obviously, there are the most ancient poems in the Tang and Song dynasties, but in the Ming Dynasty, it was quite limited. If it weren’t for the catchy children, he wouldn’t remember them…
Moreover, you can't copy it randomly, you have to adapt to the situation. You can't remember anything for a while, and you can't even remember some of Mao Taizu's magnificent poems, and you're a little confused.
After holding it in for a while, he said: Is it okay to sing?
Several people agreed, and Yang Shiqi smiled and said: Guess, should the King of Hunan hold the red teeth board and sing the "William bank, the morning breeze and the waning moon", or the copper pipa and iron board and sing the "The Great River Goes East"?
Zheng Qia said: Brother, Tai and others cannot underestimate the talent of King Xiang. The "Su accent" that became popular in the north and south of the Yangtze River was created by King Xiang and Prince Su, a talented man in Jiangnan?
When Zhang Ning heard this, he understood in his heart that he would never sing any popular songs.But the so-called Su's tune is the ability of Mr. Su. He just fills in lyrics and can't sing operas.
Suddenly, he was inspired and remembered the "Ode to Pear Blossoms" in Peking Opera. It was simpler and could sing before, and it was not completely out of touch with local operas. It was singed by Bai Juyi and everyone was familiar with it.
He was happy and became interested in this happy scene...
It is also easy to ask the famous scholars and gentry who came to the scene besides the civil and military officials of this dynasty. I am not a pure warlord, but also know some of the romance.
He then staggered for a few steps, and bowed to the emperor and concubine who was on the throne above.
Yao Ji looked at him with a smile, raised her sleeve and waved her lightly, and the orchestras in the hall stopped temporarily.
At first, Zhang Ning was still quite restrained and just sang that the pear blossoms bloomed, and the spring was raining.The pear blossoms fall, and spring enters the mud.
When he was singing until he was just for one person, he said that he was also infatuated with the king. When he was happy, he pretended to be like gestures in the play, and while singing, he slowly danced with his yellow robe sleeves covering his face, it was like Yang Guifei holding a pipa and half-covering her face. The hall suddenly became an uproar and burst into laughter.
The singer standing by the side couldn't help but smile when she saw this, and many of the female relatives on the right covered their mouths and smiled.
The generals were in a high mood, and a group of martial artists stroking their hands and shouting: OK!good!Let’s have another song!
The drunk Zhang Ning walked to the side of the female relatives. When the women saw that he was drunk, they didn't know what to do, some screamed exaggeratedly.
Of course Zhang Ning would not do anything wrong. He was just excited about alcohol. When he saw Gu Chunhan (Fang Ling) on the table, he walked over, carried one hand and put the other arm horizontally around his waist to greet him, and reached out to invite her.
Gu Chunhan blushed, but he still put his jade hand gently in Zhang Ning's palm and stood up gently.
Oh, it's so ridiculous... I don't know which girl muttered to me.
Zhang Ning made intimate moves in public and said in Gu Chunhan's ear: You dance, I will play the pipa for you.
She blushed and whispered: How would you...
Zhang Ning laughed and said: It will definitely be able to pop.
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