Chapter 338 Drunken Immortal
Chen Mingan stopped listening to operas and went to Zuixianlou every day.
Zuixianlou is famous for its fine wine.
There are Sangluo wine, Xinfeng wine, Lanwei wine, Tusu wine, Wenjun wine, Changpu wine, Luofu wine, Prajna wine, Lihua wine, etc. The wine has a light taste and will not intoxicate people.
There are also barbecues, such as roast beef, roast lamb, roast pork, roast venison, roast chicken, roast duck, roast goose, roast rabbit, roast prawns, roast fish, etc., with the aroma of meat everywhere.
"There are no plays to listen to in Zuixian Tower. What's the point? It's worse than a brothel." Zhu Huaizhen was lying on a black lacquered beauty couch surrounded by scrolls of poetry and paintings painted with gold, waving a round fan with a mahogany handle embroidered with pomegranates, cats and butterflies, and he was stroking it from time to time, his posture as lazy as a Persian cat.
Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.
On the stage, the play was her favorite, "Peach Blossom Fan".
"Your Highness, do you want to listen to "Wall Horse"? " Tu Mi joked.
Afraid of dew startling the sleeping birds, the wind ruffles the courtyard locust trees. Behold the Milky Way slanting across the steps, unmoved by the wispy dust. Moon, you are as thin as a bow, half a toad, yet bright as a mirror, reflecting the universe, yet cold as ice, soaking the twelve celestial peaks. Forbidden from the auspicious mist, I offer my deepest worship to the full moon. It's convenient for you, and it's not a hindrance to me. Deeply worship you, Chang'e, for not being jealous of your beauty, how dare you remain shrouded in mist and cloud for even a moment.
Tsk tsk, Zhu Huaizhen thought of "Wall Horse" and shook his head vigorously.
However, it was useless for Chen Mingan to escape.
The old lady's body was found on the outskirts of the city.
The bodies of the bandits were also buried outside the city.
That gang of bandits had tortured and killed young girls and was hated by everyone.
There were even many witnesses who pointed out that there were bandits among the able-bodied men raised by the old lady.
Emperor Xuan of Yan was furious when he heard about this and ordered the Dali Temple to conduct a thorough investigation.
The Dali Temple found out that the old lady had been colluding with bandits to murder young girls for a handsome reward. Incidentally, one of the bandits, no longer willing to live in hiding, diligently served the old lady for three days and three nights, and she took pity on him.
Such a story actually cannot stand up to any scrutiny.
However, Emperor Xuan of Yan made it known.
Then, Emperor Xuan of Yan felt that there was something wrong with the entire Chen clan, so he used the old lady's bad reputation to deprive the Chen clan of their student status.
If the Chen family cannot study and pass the imperial examinations, there is no way they can ever rise to prominence.
How could the Chen clan not understand that no matter what Princess Pingyang did, she was still Princess Pingyang, and Emperor Xuan of Yan cherished her and would not allow anyone to slander or damage her.
Therefore, the Chen clan dragged the old lady's body to a mass grave and left it there.
When Mrs. Chen heard this, she was no longer crazy. She begged Gao Yan'er to help her collect the old lady's body and bury it quietly.
"Tu Mi, please burn three incense sticks for the old lady in the name of Chen Ming'an." Zhu Huaizhen sighed lightly.
The old lady is a very vicious person.
However, she is Chen Mingan's grandmother, and this fact cannot be changed. We can only say that the dead are greater than the dead.
After Tu Mi did as she was told, Chen Ming'an actually returned from Zuixian Tower, staggering.
"Zhenzhen, thank you." Chen Mingan whispered with a sad look on his face.
He has completely realized the death of Princess Pingyang.
The so-called Zuixian Tower is not about getting drunk, but about giving Emperor Xuan of Yan peace of mind.
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