Chapter 62: The curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. Keep your hands on them!

On the Double Ninth Festival, the osmanthus is fragrant and the chrysanthemums are full of chrysanthemums.

There are crowds of people on the West Lake and the traffic is full of traffic. It is hard to say that in the city, from Dali Temple to Chaotianmen, there are all kinds of chrysanthemums along the streets. The city is full of golden armor. The war is getting farther away, and people's livelihood is growing again. All famous gardens hold chrysanthemum competitions, and officials and ladies gather together to appreciate chrysanthemums, taste chrysanthemum wine, and taste chrysanthemum cakes. Tourists outside the city enjoy the blessing of autumn outings. On Qixia Mountain and Yuhuang Mountain, there are people who are planted with dogwood all over the road. The elderly are used to encourage longevity, while the young are the key to entertainment. Among them, there are many people who leave their hometowns from the north who look north from the high places, set up cases to worship the hometown tombs, and shed tears to remember their hometown.

Yang Jun was at home and was merciless. The ceremony of worshiping ancestors in Chongyang can be simple or complicated. But what Lao Yang was most painful was that he didn't know the name of his ancestors (Yang Zaixing). Lao Qin couldn't even write yellow paper, so he had to do it in a hurry according to the saying "the ancestors of the Yang family". Chongyang meals were also very different from usual. Chrysanthemum wine, Chongyang cakes and so on were prepared the first day. However, the Chongyang family banquets were full of dishes. After all, these servants who came from the Qin Mansion Shop had done this and prepared them in an orderly manner. Hundreds of taels of silver were spent, and the lake crabs and seafood were all over the yard, and there was a bit of a wealthy family. The maids had not yet distinguished themselves from the nobles. No one dared to kneel with Yang Jun when worshiping ancestors, so they had to kneel behind him in a row.

At lunchtime, there was a table in the hall. At Yang Jun's insistence, Lao Qin sat on the big table for the first time, and the other servants set up two tables in the yard. However, Lao Qin never dared to face Yang Jun, and sat timidly at the corner of the table, watching Yang Jun teasing the maids, making the boss bored. However, Yang Jun still remembered that Lao Qin was quite diligent in these days, and did not forget to let the maids honor Lao Qin for a few cups, which made Lao Qin flatter. Finally, Lao Yang saw that Lao Qin was really uncomfortable and waved his hand to let him go to the yard. Lao Qin was so majestic that he shouted and yelled in the yard, and he was having a lot of fun.

It was the afternoon when I was on a trip. Yang Jun asked Qin Ju to arrange for a servant to buy some medium-grade chrysanthemums, which were about ten taels of silver, and the ones they gave to the Yue Mansion were the best ones that cost hundreds of taels of silver. Of course, small things like chrysanthemum wine and Chongyang cake were indispensable in both houses. This was done only after Lao Qin reminded him.

What made Old Yang feel like a deer was tonight's "Don't let go of good times".

When he was in West Lake, Lao Yang was absent-minded and didn't even feel much funering with the pretty maids. He only thought about the beauty behind the curtain like a "smoke and peony". The mature and rich beauty is not only a little different from these young maids, but the taste is different. Lao Yang was itchy for many days. When Yue Fei left, he said, "You must care about the Fame Festival" and was melted away by the chrysanthemum wine.

At the beginning of the You hour, the sky was about to dusk, and Lao Yang had already rushed to the back alley of Jishanfang. At the end of the dead end, there was a red-lacquered gate on the high wall on the left, with auspicious beasts holding rings, and both people and cars. It was as quiet as Lin'an City, but it looked like a place where people and houses lived in seclusion outside the world, with a little "hidden in the city". The owner chose this place, which was quite unwilling to be harassed. There was also a "forbidden area" at the end of the alley, and even the vendors and craftsmen who walked through the streets were unwilling to come here.

After knocking on the door knocker, someone responded for a long time, but only a crack was opened in the door. An old woman showed half of her bitter face: "Who is here to disturb me?"

He was quite rude and looked at Yang Jun with his eyes up and down.

Old Yang rarely put away his little temperament and bowed, "Yang Zaixing, the official in front of the palace, asked his mother-in-law to report it at the invitation of his master!"

"Haha! Is it General Yang?! There is no need to inform you about this. The owner of the family has been waiting for a long time. The old woman offended the good guest. Please let General Yang be with him!" The old woman smiled immediately and slowly opened the door.

When Lao Yang heard the word "Jiake", he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

The house is not very big, just not much different from the Yang Mansion, but there are fewer houses and better gardens. At present, all kinds of chrysanthemums in the garden fill every corner of the high wall. The taste is much quieter than that of the Yang Mansion. Old Yang felt ashamed of himself for a second and immediately felt relieved: "I am not a woman, it would be strange if I have done these tricks!"

The garden is deliberately separated by bamboo fences, which has a sense of birth, which greatly dilutes the owner's wealth and honor.

Before entering the hall, there was a low vine door outside the door, wrapped in various chrysanthemums. This was originally a custom in Lin'an City, but it was mostly seen in teahouses and restaurants. If ordinary people follow this, they either show off their appearance or have distinguished guests coming to the door, which is a move to welcome guests.

There were only two tables in the hall, and the main seat was still placed behind a wide gauze curtain, and the guest seat was on the right side of the hall. Several maids stood at the corner of the house and waited, but the light was still bright, but they still had not held the light.

At this point, Yang Jun finally confirmed the identity of the owner of the family: no one else would play this kind of pomp.

Seeing Yang Jun enter the door, the old woman was the leader, and two maids hurriedly stepped forward to serve the seat. One maid went to the back room.

After a moment, the beautiful woman behind the curtain appeared gracefully and slowly sat down. There were more than ten bright candles in the hall lit up, and the thin gauze curtain was useless. Although Lao Yang still regretted, it was enough to see the beautiful woman behind the curtain clearly.

"Mr. Yang..." Yang Jun left the seat with an idea and was about to kneel down, but was blocked.

"General Yang, this is Roufu's private house, there is no need to be too polite!" Princess Roufu waved her soft beard behind the curtain, and two maids served Yang Jun again and sat back in the table.

Roufu sat behind the curtain, leaning on the couch halfway, but he didn't say anything again for a while. Through the curtain, you could see Roufu's sad face, and Yang Jun felt a little painful feeling. However, if Old Yang rode alone and fought with a gun, it would be a big deal. At this moment, facing the slight sorrow and hatred of the children's family, there was no way to relieve it, and there was no place to use it.

The mist is thick and clouds are sad forever, and the auspicious brains are exiled by the golden beasts. The festival is Double Ninth Festival, and the jade pillow and gauze kitchen are cool in the middle of the night.

After the east fence is filled with wine at dusk, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves. Don’t say that it is not so enchanting, the curtain rolls up the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

A powerful general with thousands of enemies must also be held back when this situation occurs.

"Thank you General Yang for your in vain. Roufu is afraid that the general will be busy with military affairs and will not be willing to see him." Roufu lowered his head lightly after a while and sighed quietly: "I have been killed for thousands of disasters. I really can't repay the general's kindness. The general understands Roufu's intentions."

Yang Jun's old face suddenly turned red. He really didn't know whether he should say "understand" or "not understand". Both of them had other diseases.

"The Double Ninth Festival was a great scene. When I was in Kaifeng Prefecture in the past, it was much more lively. Now... Roufu prepared a little wine for the general, and asked the general not to give up on him..."

While speaking, several exquisite side dishes that suit the scene were already clothed, nothing more than chrysanthemum cakes and crabs. They were not much different from those used in Heqiu Pavilion at noon today. The utensils are exquisite and far from comparable to those in the city’s wine shops. The dishes are both good in shape, color and taste, and are even better than those cooked by the lake.

But the food was already full, but I didn't know how to chew it. Lao Yang was stunned. He couldn't hear Roufu talking, so he didn't dare to use his chopsticks.

Yang Jun was stunned for a while, and could not stand the solitude. He raised his wine glass: "In the Jingkang crisis in the past, Yang saw the situation of the people of the Song Dynasty between the two rivers. He was very miserable. He really hated that the thieves were poisoned. Therefore, in the battle formation, there were no resistance to the enemy. The princess was able to escape the disaster and be so favored by the emperor. It is really commendable that during this festival, Yang dared to give birth to the princess a long life with the chrysanthemum wine in the glass!"

Before he could finish speaking, a slight sob came from behind the curtain.

Lao Yang was very bored and even more at a loss.
Chapter completed!