Next to the old Xu family restaurant, there is a slightly smaller restaurant, and you can also see the snow scene in Jinming Lake. Zhang Zhibai saw it and said, "Let's just this one."

He turned around and ordered the old servant who was taking him, and said, "Go and book a quieter pavilion in the high building, don't say my name, so as not to make it difficult for the master to do it."

The old servant obeyed the order and the three of them waited on the side of the road.

After a while, the old servant came back and politely said to Zhang Zhibai: "Report to my grandfather, the building is full. Should we change another one?"

When Xu Ping heard this, he felt embarrassed and said, "Why go to Qingfeng Tower, which is on a high place to see the scenery. If I don't enter his door, I'll go back."

Zhang Zhibai smiled and said, "Even if you are not there, I will not enter that building, just worry."

Seeing Xu Ping in a dilemma, Shi Yannian turned around and saw a small hill opposite the Bian River. There were green pine trees sparsely covered with heavy snow, which made it a unique charm. On the hill, people in groups of three or three set up wine and food to appreciate the snow, which was quite lively.

Then he said to Zhang Zhibai: "Em Xiang, the hill opposite the river is also a good place to enjoy the snow. Where can we go, let the owner of the restaurant send some dishes."

The few looked at it and agreed together. Zhang Zhibai asked the old servant to go and arrange it. He and Xu Ping and Shi Yannian took their soldiers across the Bian River floating bridge.

Not long after walking, I reached the foot of the hill, and I heard the sound of silk and bamboo, and there was a vague singing of a woman.

Zhang Zhibai frowned: "Is anyone here to bring prostitutes to enjoy the snow?"

But it has arrived, and it is difficult for a few people to look back. At this time, it is covered with heavy snow and there is no way to find the way, so a few people walked along the footsteps of others.

The hill was only a dozen feet high, and the three of them walked along the way to enjoy the snow, and walked very slowly. At this time, the snow pressed against the green pine and the red sun hangs high, creating a unique and beautiful scenery.

In less than two or three quarters of an hour, the three of them approached the top of the mountain and heard a scream from the mountain: "Oh, isn't Zhang Xianggong coming from the bottom of the mountain?"

The people on the mountain saw far away and had already discovered them. After walking a dozen steps, someone came over to us.

When the person approached, there were two middle-aged men, both in their forties, wearing fur cloaks. One had three black beards, and the other had a slightly moustache.

When Zhang Zhibai saw two, his face looked a little unfair.

Shi Yannian said to Xu Ping: "It's so unlucky today. The one who came to your family is your opponent! The one with the three black beards is Ma Jiliang History Museum, and the other is Chai Zongqing's horse."

After hearing this, Xu Ping suddenly looked up at the two of them.

Since hearing Duan Laoyuan's words that day, although the Xu family has not been involved in the fight between the forces behind the sugar shop, from the news that the Li family heard, there was indeed the shadow of Chai Zongqing behind Yan Wenying.

As a hostage, Chai Zongqing has never had any children, and has always been lawless in his work. Yan Wenying has always been bold and has taken the initiative to die in his life, until he finally committed suicide. The identities of these two families are unusual. In fact, they should know the relationship between the Xu family and Li Yonghe, and Li Yonghe and the relationship between the current emperor. However, they still ignore the money for the sake of money, and then get the money first, and then the ship will naturally go straight to the bridge.

Xu Ping was also impatient. He had always avoided dating these officials and nobles. He finally came out once, but he didn't expect that the two opponents would come together to wait for him here.

Chai Zongqing and Ma Jiliang came up to meet Zhang Zhibai and saw Xu Ping, Ma Jiliang kept scanning him with his eyes.

Zhang Zhibai smiled and said, "This Shi Manqing is well-known for his poetry and has been with me for a long time. Today, the city is full of snow, so we went here to find a quiet place to enjoy the snow. This little friend has always been friendly with Manqing and has brewed good wine at home. Today, I happened to find it and just drink and enjoy the snow together."

Chai Zongqing smiled and said, "What a coincidence! Brother Yuan and I were watching the snow in the restaurant by the Bian River. We happened to meet Liu Sanbian, who was finally filling in the new lyrics in the capital. We brought the prostitute out for a trip, and then we held a banquet on the mountain together, listening to his newly compiled songs while watching the snow scene. How about my husband and wife with us?"

Zhang Zhibai looked at Xu Ping and saw that his face was still calm, so he asked him: "What do you think, my friend?"

Xu Ping said: "It is better to meet each other than meet each other by chance. I am a local family. I have heard that Liu Qiqing will write new words. Since I meet you, it is of course good to meet you."

Ma Jiliang's face looked a little bad, but with Zhang Zhibai here, how could he dare to say anything? In the Song Dynasty, officials, literati and officials were like guarding against relatives of the royal family, and they were good at food and drink. They would never ruthlessly when they caught them and packed them up. What's more, Ma Jiliang was born as a wealthy businessman, and when he saw a high-ranking official, literati and doctor like Zhang Zhibai, he naturally felt that he was shorter.

When others said nothing, the group reached the top of the mountain.

There are five female prostitutes on the mountain, with bright and beautiful makeup and colorful dresses. The five are all about fifteen years old, just like flower buds. They stand or sit in the middle, some play the piano, and some play the pipa.

There were several tables on the periphery, with wine and food on it. Behind one table, a scholar in blue was sitting. He was less than forty years old, with three black beards and bright eyebrows.

Seeing everyone coming up, the literati in green came up to salute Zhang Zhibai Shen: "Student Liu Sanbian, I have met Mr. Zhang!"

At this time, Zhang Zhibai used the Minister of Works to ping Zhang, and had a high position and power. However, although Liu Sanbian was respectful, there was a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, and there was no flattery.

Zhang Zhibai said lightly: "It's so polite, I have heard your name."

After saying that, Chai Zongqing led him to the host and guest seats.

Liu San got up, felt a little sad, then smiled and returned to his seat.

At this time, Liu Yong was 38 years old and had little literary reputation. However, he did not participate in the provincial examination for the first time this year, but unfortunately failed. Although he failed, because it was his first time, he was still arrogant. After the list was released, he wrote a song "Crane Chongtian" that says:

"On the golden list, I occasionally lost the hope of the leader. How can I go about the wise men in the Ming Dynasty? If I failed, I would not be able to fight for it. Why should I talk about the loss of the despair? The talented poet is a white-clothed prime minister.

The fireworks alley is in a strange way, and the painting barrier is in agreement. Fortunately, I am interested in it, and I can search for it. I lean on the red and green, and I have a romantic life. I have a good life. I can only give you a reward for your fame and sing in a low voice!”

He vented his feelings for a while, but he didn't expect that the influence of this poem was too bad. It's not a bad thing for a person to be proud of. Shi Yannian was also very free and easy when he was demoted. He once wrote two poems. One is:

If you have no talent, you can borrow three ranks of people. If you ask for a salary, you will be a member of the record.

From then on, I stopped being called a tribute in the countryside and had to go to the east and south.

Another poem is borrowed from the predecessors:

I was busy with my time and made wedding clothes for others last year.

I laughed to the sky and went out, dancing alone to the spring breeze.

From the poems of the two, it can be seen that Shi Yannian was really free and easy, but Liu Yong had a woman-like resentment, and he was so happy that he took Li Yu, the late emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty, to serve as an example, and used fireworks and alleys to face the court. In his own opinion, he felt free and easy, but in the eyes of the scholars and officials, he was just trying to die.

Therefore, although Shi Yannian failed, he was fond of Zhang Zhibai. Liu Yong fell into the title of the scholar-officials, but he had no chance to enter the next imperial examination. Later, although he passed the imperial examination, he was wasted his life in the officialdom, leaving only a literary name, but no official name.

You should know that Liu Yong was not from Xu Ping. At this time, he was named Liu Sanbian, whose courtesy name was Qiqing, and he was born in the family of officials and scholars. As mentioned earlier, the biggest source of the scholars and officials of the Northern Song Dynasty was the family of officials. Liu Sanbian's father, Liu Yi, came to the Southern Tang Dynasty, and went from the Southern Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, and became the governor of the Tiantai Army. The eldest brother Liu Sanfu was a Jinshi in the second year of Tianxi, and the second brother Liu Sangui also took the Jinshi as a Jinshi, and later ranked on the same level as Liu Sanbian. In such a family, Liu Sanbian's actions laid the groundwork for his later life.

Everyone sat down, and Chai Zongqing raised his glass and said, "Drink a glass of wine and listen to Liu Qiqing's new lyrics of "Rui Quail" in the new plum blossoms."

After everyone had drunk, the female prostitute in the middle played the guqin and pipa, and one of them sang softly:

"The sky is about to be beautiful and cold plum blossoms. I was shocked by the blooming apricots and wax blossoms. I thought about the god of flowers, and made a clever letter to Jiangnan, and detached the fine cut of swallow fat.

After making a makeup in Shouyang, I drank for no reason, and the wine fell into my cheeks in the early morning. I regretted that I heard that the smoke was deep in the smoke, who blows the Qiang pipes and chases the wind. The red snow falls green moss."

After the song was over, everyone applauded.

Xu Ping listened to the beautiful voice and the melodious tune, and couldn't help but applaud. The songs at this time were more fresh and elegant than those in later generations, and had a unique taste.

You should know that the accompaniment and singing in the venue are all professionals, no worse than the little stars in Xu Ping's previous life. At this time, female prostitutes cannot be literally considered to be ordinary with special professions in later generations. They should be considered performers. Female prostitutes in the Song Dynasty were divided into official prostitutes, military prostitutes, city prostitutes and family prostitutes, who made a living by singing and dancing entertainment, and did not provide special services in law. Officials who had improper relationships with female prostitutes will be punished. Sometimes even if they did not have relationships, they would be punished if they had too much contact. As for private people, this special transaction can only be considered a gray area. People who really made a living with this kind of business are mostly the adopted daughters of their owners or even their biological daughters, and the scale is not large. Hiring people to buy people cannot do such business, and forcing good people to become prostitutes is a serious crime.

After hearing the new lyrics, Zhang Zhibai's old servant also brought the newly bought wine and food. Ma Jiliang saw that he was not from his own restaurant, and his face was no longer good-looking.

After the wine and food were arranged, Xu Ping took out the two jars of white wine he brought and poured them on to everyone, saying, "This is a good wine brewed at home. The wine is extremely strong. It is just right to warm your body when you drink it in this weather."

Chai Zongqing smelled the fragrance of the wine and praised him: "A few days ago, Grand Marshal Cao Baochen used your wine to invite the old ministers. It is said that your wine is good and he is very strong. I didn't expect it to be in my mouth today!"

Ma Jiliang's face had already turned dark. After drinking for three rounds, he said to Xu Ping: "The Xu family, our two families are separated by Huimin River, and they can also be considered neighbors. I heard that you have made great progress in your knowledge in recent years and will also write poetry. Today, I will take advantage of this scenic spot and write a new lyric song to listen to it, okay?"

Shi Yannian wanted to make Xu Ping famous and said, "Although Yun Xing is young, his poetry is worthy of praise!"

Shi Yannian's poem name had already begun, and it was more credible to him. Zhang Zhibai pointed to a blooming plum blossom by the river at the foot of the mountain and said to Xu Ping: "I just sang the lyrics of plum blossoms, so I used the plum blossom at the foot of the mountain as the title, and would I also write a song?"

Xu Ping cursed in his heart that the poem was good before was because I copied it, so where did I copy it now? At this time, he was driven to the ducks and could not be laughed at by Ma Jiliang. He pondered for a moment: "I am a civilian, and I don't understand the rhythm, so I can fill in a song "Bu Suanzi" according to the tune.

The old year was scattered, and today the flowers were like anger. They were proud of the snow and the wind and the thyme were not afraid of the bitterness of wind and frost.

I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers be jealous. Stones turn into dust and mud, and only the fragrance remains the same."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhibai turned his head and looked at Ma Jiliang. After a while, he slowly said to Xu Ping: "Although my friend comes from the market, he has lofty ambitions and will never be a thing in the pool in the future!"
Chapter completed!