Feng Yinu's heart moved, and she said, "Can we also let those palace maids go to my Yaksha tent?"
"This..." Ding Dusai hesitated and looked at Zhang Shixun.
"There's nothing wrong with that. I can sing a small chorus with you..." Zhang Shixun said this and slapped his thigh suddenly: "I have a good idea."
"What's a good idea?" Ding Dusai asked.
"Train the five of them into a women's choir and tour around Tokyo."
"You mean, a chorus like we had yesterday?" Ding Dusai's face was full of excitement.
"certainly."
The two girls clapped together.
Zhang Shixun said proudly, "I've even thought of a name for them—Blue Moon Choir. What do you think?"
Ding Dusai and the other man looked at each other and shook their heads together.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Shixun asked.
"It doesn't sound good." Feng Yinu said.
"Tasteless." Dingdu track.
"I just randomly said a name for reference. If you have a better name, of course it's up to you."
"Well! Let's do as you say, sir. However, you still have to worry about the music."
"No problem, I'll do the work, you can rest assured."
Ding Dusai reminded him, “I must be present when you teach them the music.”
"Are you worried about me?"
"Of course I'm worried. I've heard that there's no cat that doesn't steal fish."
"I'm not a cat, I'm a tiger."
"Women are tigers, and you are the cat."
…
The sky finally cleared up, and the sun came out as soon as it cleared up.
After staying in Gao Village for a few days, everyone wanted to go back to the city.
Prince Yun and others fought fiercely at the mahjong table for two days and two nights, their eyes red as rabbits.
"Old He, you won money, you should treat us." Gao Yanei couldn't help but feel pained when he thought of the money he lost.
"Just treat me, it's no big deal. Tell me, where should we go?" He Ji won the money and was in a good mood.
In fact, he was not the only one who won money, Prince Yun was also one of the winners.
Gao Yanei yawned loudly while riding on his horse and said, "First, go drink a bowl of mutton soup, then go to the bathroom to take a bath and have a good sleep."
"That's a good idea. I'll go too. I'm just one of the humble ones." Zhang Hu joined in the fun and asked Prince Yun, "Your Highness, are you going? If four of us go together, we'll have just enough space for a mahjong table."
He is still obsessed with mahjong.
"If I go to that kind of place, the censors' spit will drown me. Take this piece of silver, and have fun with you guys." Prince Yun threw a large piece of silver to Gao Yanei. He actually wanted to go with them, but his identity was not suitable.
His palace was equipped with all necessary bathing facilities, and he was served by maids and concubines.
When returning to the city, Feng Yinu and Ding Dusai rode on the black horse together, while Zhang Shixun rode a horse given up by the Prince of Yun's entourage.
He also wanted to take a comfortable hot bath, but when he thought about the many things he had to deal with at home, he gave up the idea.
Feng Yinu asked in a negotiating tone, "Mr. Zhang, would you and Saisai accompany me home?"
"Are you afraid that your brothers will beat you?"
"Well! They both have bad tempers."
Zhang Shixun nodded and agreed: "No problem, we will accompany you back."
After they entered the city, Zhang Shixun wanted to return the horse to Prince Yun, but Prince Yun waved his hand and said, "I'll give it to you."
"Thank you, Prince Yun." Zhang Shixun was not polite to him.
The Song Dynasty was short of horses, and the price of a horse ranged from dozens to hundreds of strings of cash, depending on its quality.
This horse is of good quality and is definitely worth a hundred coins.
Prince Yun left with his followers.
Zhang Hu rode up on his donkey and caught up with Prince Yun from behind. He looked at Prince Yun's back and said, "You hold a very high position in Prince Yun's eyes."
"Because I can bring him greater benefits." Zhang Shixun looked at the donkey panting under his crotch and teased, "You are also a famous Taoist priest in the capital. You have no shortage of money to buy a horse. Why do you ride a donkey?"
Zhang Hu rolled his eyes and asked, "Have you ever seen a Taoist priest riding a horse?"
Zhang Shixun tilted his head and thought about it, and he had indeed never seen a Taoist priest riding a horse.
Gao Yanei shouted from the front: "Master Zhang, stop dawdling."
Zhang Hu ignored him and asked Zhang Shixun, "Aren't you going with us?"
"I still have a lot of things to do, so I won't go... Let's just say goodbye now."
"Okay, let's say goodbye here." Zhang Hu patted the donkey's neck and walked away with a bounce.
Feng Yinu looked at the horse given by Prince Yun and said enviously, "With just one word from Prince Yun, you got another horse?"
Zhang Shixun teased her, "Do you want it?"
Feng Yinu blushed, glanced at Ding Dusai, and murmured, "Mr. Zhang, please stop teasing me."
Ding Dusai said beside him: "I want it."
"No problem, the horse is yours."
"You'll give it to me right now?" Ding Dusai didn't expect him to agree so readily.
"Look at how well-bred this horse is, its coat is lustrous and smooth, and most importantly, it's white, perfect for a woman to ride... Just imagine yourself, dressed in white men's clothing, riding this white horse, gracefully strolling along the streets of Tokyo. You would be a truly stunning sight."
Ding Dusai was deeply attracted by the scene he described and asked shyly, "Sir, what do you mean by 'beautiful scenery'?"
"Oh! It means beautiful scenery."
"Sir, even if I wear men's clothes, I will be recognized. It's too conspicuous." Ding Dusai said shyly.
"So what if I recognize you? Don't be afraid. If anyone dares to be rude to you, I will break his legs."
"That would mean jail time, no!"
"Even if I don't do it myself, someone will break his legs for me."
"Then... this horse is mine. I'll leave it with you for foster care. I don't have room at home for it."
Seeing the two of them talking back and forth as if she wasn't there, Feng Yinu pouted and yelled, "If you two want to have a private conversation, please don't say it in front of me, okay?"
Ding Dusai blushed and secretly pinched her waist.
Feng Yinu's home was outside Songmen. The houses here were dilapidated, like the slums of later generations.
Zhang Shixun was puzzled. As a famous leader in Tokyo City, why did Feng Yinu end up in such a miserable state?
Ding Dusai rode a white horse, Feng Yinu rode a black horse, and Zhang Shixun held the reins for them in front.
A few half-grown children were happily playing snowballs at the street corner. When they saw Feng Yinu riding over on his black horse, they rushed over and asked in a flurry:
"Sister Feng, where did you get this horse?"
"Sister Feng, this horse is so tall."
"Sister Feng, can you let us ride for a while?"
…
"Go away! Go and play somewhere else." Feng Yinu was afraid that the horse's hooves would step on them.
"The alley is too narrow for riding horses. Let's get off and lead the horses." Zhang Shixun jumped off the horse, picked up Ding Dusai from the horse's back, and took the opportunity to take advantage of him.
Ding Dusai glared at him.
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