When night fell, Yang Feng took a group of officers to the Drunken Eight Immortals Restaurant for a banquet, but found that Wu Zhenliang had already led a group of officials and gentry to wait at the door.

In order to show his attention to Yang Feng and others, Wu Zhenliang can be said to have made a bloody investment this time, he first forcibly ordered Gong Daxian to vacate the barracks of the military camp for Yang Feng and a group of sergeants to settle in, and also sent people to send a large amount of food, wine and meat for labor.

Now he and almost all the officials of Zhenjianghu are personally waiting at the door, and this posture is equivalent to greeting Shangguan.

Seeing such a situation, Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he understood, it seems that this Wu Zhenliang has a deep sense of crisis in his heart, he is afraid that the Japanese will make a comeback, and he wants to tie himself to this boat.

Gong Daxian stood behind everyone, watching everyone talk around Yang Feng with smiling faces, not to mention how jealous he was.

Why can these poor military families from Nanjing be so loved by everyone, you must know that he has also made meritorious contributions in defending the city these days.

However, although jealousy is jealousy, Gong Daxian also has to admit that these military households are really capable of fighting. In less than two hours, those ferocious Japanese who almost broke Zhenjiang City were wiped out by the sergeants in this way.

Just as Gong Daxian was thinking quickly in his heart, everyone had already stepped into the third floor of the Drunken Immortal Building, which was also the best location of the Drunken Immortal Building and the place with the highest consumption.

After a period of politeness, everyone also began to sit down as guests of honor, and then more than a dozen beautiful maids held trays like flowers and butterflies, shuttling among the crowd, placing plates of elegant and fragrant dishes neatly.

Wu Zhenliang raised his glass and smiled: "Gentlemen and gentlemen, on this beautiful day, let us toast Yang Qianhu first." If it weren't for Yang Qianhu leading his troops to come and fight bloody battles with thieves today, I'm afraid that Zhenjiang Mansion would have already fallen, and we would have become ghosts under the thieves' knives, do you say yes or no? ”

"Lord Wu has a point."

"As it should be!"

Everyone echoed and raised their glasses to Yang Feng and the others.

Everyone understands how dangerous today's situation is, if Yang Feng and the others didn't arrive in time, where would they still be able to sit here and drink happily, so this cup was sincere and sincere, even Gong Daxian, who had a grudge against Yang Feng, raised his wine glass and drank it all.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Wu Zhenliang glanced at an attendant standing behind him.

The attendant clapped his hands knowingly, only to hear a light footstep coming from the staircase, and more than a dozen gorgeously dressed singers poured in like flowers and butterflies.

Soon, accompanied by the melodious sound of the guqin, a graceful song sounded.

"I'm tired of combing my hair. Wind Calm Curtain Hook. A window of flowers and shadows hug the incense bonnet.

Don't ask how much hatred you have, the river is long.

New Yan language spring and autumn. Tears wet the robe. When to talk about waterside buildings?

I dreamed of the end of the world and the twilight, and I didn't see the boat. ”

The soft and graceful singing voice seems to be a clear spring flowing through everyone's hearts, although Yang Feng's ancient literary level is not very good, but the minimum level of identification is still there, listening to this soft singing, he seems to see a beautiful girl sitting by the attic window, combing her hair while thinking about his lover, looking at the river in the distance, looking forward to her sweetheart suddenly appearing in front of her.

There was silence in the hall of the restaurant, and many officials closed their eyes slightly, shook their heads and looked intoxicated on their faces. I don't know how long later, when this ethereal sound slowly disappeared into the air, many people were still immersed in the beautiful music and did not reflect it for a long time.

For a long time, Lan Shanyou, a fellow acquaintance of Zhenjiang who was sitting next to Wu Zhenliang, patted the table and praised with an intoxicated face: "The last time I listened to the immortal sound of the Zheng family was half a year ago, I thought that it was already the immortal sound of the world, but I never thought that after hearing the music of the Zheng family again half a year later, I found that the music of the Zheng family has grown again, and there are no regrets in this life!" ”

"What Lord Lan said is very true." A Lent official sitting next to Yang Feng also sighed: "Xiaguan often mentions how good Zheng everyone's music is on weekdays, although Xiaguan doesn't say it, but he always doesn't believe it before listening to the fairy sound, but today after hearing Zheng everyone's song, I found that the ancients were honest and did not deceive me, and the so-called fairy music was a song around the beam for three days without stopping!" ”

Although Wu Zhenliang didn't speak, looking at the smile on his face, it seemed that he also agreed with this sentence.

Geng Bingyi, Cao Yingmao and others sitting at the other table next to them were in a different scene, in the past, they were at best cowering in the thousands of households in Jiangdong Gate, squeezing the poor military households under their command to get a few more catties of grain and silver. Although the world-famous Qinhuai River is close at hand, but that kind of place is not something that people like them can only barely fill their stomachs can go, and now when they hear such a moving sound at first glance, they see a beautiful and moving singer shuttling in the hall like a flower and butterfly, and their eyes widen one by one, and Chu Maoguang, the first brother, even drooled.

Compared with the admiration of these officials at the table, Yang Feng did not speak, he did not deny that the music just now was indeed very beautiful, but it was a bit too much to say that there was something that lingered for three days.

At this moment, the singer who had been surrounding the singer suddenly dispersed, and the beautiful woman who had been surrounded in the middle revealed her figure.

When the beautiful woman revealed her figure, there were immediately bursts of exclamations around her. Even Yang Feng, who was a little unconcerned, showed surprise in his eyes.

Although the singers in the hall just now were all beautiful, they were more than inferior to the beautiful woman in the middle.

I saw her fifteen or sixteen years old, with a white and red duck egg face, wearing a dark gold silk shirt, and a water-green ten brocade. The waterfall-like green silk combs a concentric bun, there is an auspicious cloud lilac flower flute inserted in the cloud sideburns, the skin is like a clotted fat hand wearing a red gold ring bead nine turns exquisite bracelet, the waist is tied with pink blue embroidered gold floral pattern, there is a purse embroidered with white crane wings hanging on it, and the feet are wearing embroidered shoes embroidered with magnolia flowers, and the whole person looks elegant and white and flawless.

"Gollum ......"

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded in the hall at some point, which seemed unusually abrupt, but at this time, no one noticed this, and everyone's eyes were attracted by this beautiful woman.

I saw this woman Shi Shiran make a blessing to everyone and said softly: "The little woman Zheng Tuoniang has asked all the masters to say goodbye." ”

"Zheng Toniang?" Yang Feng chanted twice in his mouth, and his eyes couldn't help but stay on her body for a while, after all, everyone likes beautiful women, just like many men with excess hormones in later generations like to squat on the side of the street to admire beautiful women.