"Come, raise your legs."
"Yes, that's it. Straighten your back and lower your knees as much as possible."
"Yes, one big, two big, left leg splits, swing your hands, yes, swing your clothes, squint your eyes … Continue, do the cross steps. I'm not asking you to draw the snake! You silly boy, do you know how to do the cross steps or not? "
"Yes, one more time. Turn around. After turning around, the first thing you need to do is kneel down with your right knee pressed against your leg. Then, place your hand on your left knee …"
In the brewery, Zhang Feng was teaching them over and over again.
Outside the door, the old housekeeper of Zhang Shan's mansion, Zhang Fu, found it strange.
Such voices had spread throughout the market since early this morning. If they hadn't heard the rumor that Zhang Feng went down the mountain in a fit of pique after fighting with the four great Confucian scholars last night, they wouldn't have heard it.
Zhang Shan had come personally, but in the end, he couldn't wait any longer and left. Only Zhang Fu was left at the door to wait for Zhang Feng and ask Zhang Feng about the specific situation.
But it wasn't until evening that Zhang Feng led Cheng Chumo and the others out of the brewery, their bodies drenched in sweat.
Zhang Feng's white robe didn't change at all, but Cheng Chumo and the others felt uncomfortable.
Since last night, Zhang Feng had made them wear short shirts made of top-grade silk, a mixture of white and black. There was also a row of what Zhang Feng called buttons on the chest.
It looked awkward and anxious.
When Li Chengqian and the others came out, their servants hurriedly helped them put on their robes. At the beginning, Li Chengqian and the others were indeed a little repulsed and even felt a little ashamed. After all, things like short sleeves were the attire of lower class people. Now that they were wearing them and were going to participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, they couldn't help but feel a little unnatural.
But under Zhang Feng's insistence, they gritted their teeth and persevered. After all …
This thing was also made of top-grade silk. There were still some differences between it and the coarse linen clothes passed down by the common people.
They no longer had a way out. Once Zhang Feng lost his position at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, they all knew what the outcome would be. To be honest, this dance was indeed nondescript, but once the dance was accepted, then it was really...
Of course, all of this started with Zhang Feng. If it weren't for Zhang Feng instilling his values and thoughts on visual enjoyment in everyone from the very beginning, they wouldn't have dared to agree.
After all, Zhang Feng treated this matter very seriously. Not only that, at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet tomorrow night, Zhang Feng would personally attend. This made them feel more at ease.
Otherwise, they would always think that this was a plan devised by Zhang Feng to embarrass them …
The tavern was a good place.
Although the place was somewhat unsightly, the food here was still different from the food on the mountain. After all, to be able to eat the food personally cooked by Feng Zi was also a kind of joy in life.
At this time, Zhang Feng and the others also noticed Zhang Fu. Zhang Feng wiped the sweat off his face and let them move freely before welcoming Zhang Fu into the tavern.
Once they sat down, Zhang Fu said with a smile, "Prince Zhang, what are you doing in the winery?"
Zhang Feng laughed and didn't explain anything. Instead, he asked, "Housekeeper Zhang, you seem to have been waiting for a long time? Did something big happen? "
Zhang Fu nodded. "Indeed. Early this morning, Master heard that Young Master quarreled with the Four Great Scholars on the mountain last night. Is this true?"
Zhang Feng thought for a moment and concluded that this was definitely something Yu Shinan and the others had done. He nodded his head, "Yes, last night, there was indeed a quarrel."
Hearing this, Zhang Fu's expression couldn't help but change. .
"Prince Zhang, is it because of the iron mine?"
Zhang Feng wasn't in the mood to talk about this with the old housekeeper. He asked, "Housekeeper Zhang, if you have something to say, just say it."
Only then did Zhang Fu let out an awkward laugh, realizing his identity.
"Master sent many people out because of this matter. But after Master heard about it today, he personally came to find you. But when I saw that the door was closed and there was a strange sound coming from the brewery, I knew that Young Master Zhang was preparing for tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Meet … So, Old Master wants this old man to ask how Young Master Zhang's preparations are going? If not, Master has already gone personally … "
Zhang Feng hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "I have already made plans for this matter. If Master Zhang wants to, don't come in contact with him for the time being. Otherwise, he will be targeted by thieves."
Zhang Fu could only sigh at these words.
"Fine. Since that's the case, this old man has a letter that Master personally gave me. It's for Duke Chen. Back then, Master met with Duke Chen several times, so he promised Master that he would help him with something. Since that's the case, this old man won't stay any longer. But that Duke Chen seems to be a guest at the Sixteenth King's Residence. If Young Master has time, go back and take a look. Perhaps you might be able to help …"
Duke Chen?
Hou Junji?
What was this old brat doing in Chang 'an at this time?
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