The capital of the eighth generation, Kaifeng City, a thousand-year-old city. Although the modern Kaifeng City is no longer famous, in the Song Dynasty, as the capital at that time, it carried a hundred years of elegance. The "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" that Jiang Huai saw before describes the grand scenery of Kaifeng. At that time, Kaifeng was called Tokyo, with a vast area of ​​more than 30 kilometers. It consists of three cities, outer city, inner city and imperial city, with a population of more than 1.5 million, which is completely majestic and magnificent.

Jiang Huai was still lying on Yelu Hongyun's back and walked and stopped leisurely to Tokyo Bianliang. When he saw Wanshengmen standing along the Bian River, Yelu Hongyun said to Jiang Huai with some coquettishness: "Jianglang, have you taken advantage of this journey? I haven't done my back in the past ten days, it's all full of sweat."

Jiang Huai heard this and finally stood up. He looked up and saw Wanshengmen standing tall in front of him. He smiled openly: "It's finally here. Although you have your soft jade and warm fragrance on this horse's back, it's still too bumpy. My small body is about to disperse."

"It seems that I have time to put in some effort to get your body broken. You can't stand it even if you go around for more than ten days. How can you do big things?"

Yelu Hongyun also teased Jiang Huai for a rare moment, which made Jiang Huai feel even more relaxed. When he raised his voice, he actually sang a few Peking Opera lines he had learned: "I was watching the mountain scenery on the city tower, and I heard the chaos outside the city. The flags were waving and the scene was filled with shadows, but it turned out to be a soldier sent by Sima."

Although the singing style is much worse than that of Peking Opera, the tone in the Song Dynasty was amazing enough. Yelu Hongyun was about to whistle and asked Jiang Huai where it was strange, but behind them a pleasant voice came: "Sir, what handsome singing style is, may I ask where this is the song, so unique and majestic."

When Jiang Huai and the others turned around, they saw a tweed sedan that was catching up quickly, with an exquisite Xiuxin's face sticking out from it. At this time, he was looking at himself curiously, his eyes full of expectations.

Jiang Huai bowed and bowed: "You don't have to be surprised by this brother, you just hummed a few words in your heart, and you can't get into a noble hall."

The man slowly got out of the sedan chair, bent down to Jiang Huai for a greeting, and looked at Jiang Huai with a steady look. He wanted to shout, "Sir, don't be humble. My name is Kong Jiuji. If you are not familiar with this name, you must have heard of my grandfather Kong Sanchuan. I heard that although I had only a few words, my singing style was novel and the tune was vigorous. It must have been polished carefully, and it was definitely not humming casually."

Jiang Huai quickly searched the Ruyi Pearl and found out that this Kong Sanchuan was really famous and the father of Chinese drama. The palace tunes he created were truly appreciated by both the elite and the masses in the Song Dynasty. Although the actors were called the lowest level in the feudal era, Kong Sanchuan improved this phenomenon to some extent with his great artistic achievements.

Because of his family background, Kong Jiuji has good knowledge and ears. He can tell in just a few sentences that this is a carefully polished new song. Jiang Huai sighed secretly: I didn't expect that he was just singing unintentionally, but now it seems that he is going to bring the art of Peking Opera to the Song Dynasty thousands of years ahead of schedule.

"It turns out that it is Kong Master. I can't hide it. What I am humming is indeed an opera from my hometown and cannot be regarded as a kind of elegant hall. However, Kong Master seems to be very interested. If you have time, you can pass it on to Kong Master for research. Maybe you can carry it forward."

Jiang Huai had made up his mind and no longer covered up his mind. He made generous preparations to contribute Peking Opera.

Kong Jiuji was overjoyed when he heard this. He even slid his clean and neat clothes and knelt in front of Jiang Huai, and said with a bow: "Sir, I am so big-minded. Kong Jiuji will do his best to save such amazing songs. His disciple Kong Jiuji is abrupt and reckless, and has not yet asked the name of Mr. and the title of this song."

Jiang Huai was a little depressed at this time. He was a little difficult to understand. The ancients immediately bowed down when they agreed. Seng Miaoying and Ma San shouted at least that they had some understanding of him and decided to follow him before bowing down. However, Kong Jiuji was just like this because of his own words. It seemed that he was a true eccentric playboy. This true nature is also rare.

Jiang Huai quickly stepped forward and helped Kong Jiuji up, then said, "My name is Jiang Huai. I first arrived in the capital. This song is called Peking Opera, and it is also suitable for singing in the capital."

"Peking Opera, hehe, it's really appropriate, just in its height, majesty and grandeur. Since Mr. Wang has just arrived, Kong Jiuji should fulfill his friendship with the landlord. Please come into the sedan chair and let us go into the city to explain in detail." Kong Jiuji said with excitement on his face.

Jiang Huai naturally refused, but after repeated push, Kong Jiuji was still in a state of terror, and finally had to sit in the sedan chair. Kong Jiuji followed the sedan chair, Yelu Hongyun rode a horse, and the group rushed into Bianliang City in such a hurry.

Jiang Huai finally was reluctant to miss the opportunity to see Bianliang for the first time. He lifted up the curtain of the sedan chair and burst into prosperity. Although there were no modern high-rise buildings, there were also many majestic high-gate mansions. The streets were quite wide, with bluestone on the ground, and there were many shops on both sides, including restaurants, commercials, pharmacies, etc. There were all kinds of pedestrians coming and going on the street. It was a wonderful and prosperous scenery.

When entering the inner city from the outer city, the noise is even more powerful. Even Jiang Huai, who had seen the truly prosperous times, could not help but agree with the records in the history books. Cai Jing's party and country's efforts did indeed create a beautiful Tokyo Bianliang. No wonder Song Huizong Zhao Ji was always happy in this dream-like prosperous nest and did not want to wake up.

At this time, Jiang Huai noticed that pedestrians on both sides of the road pointed at them, and their faces were more puzzled. A few words fell into his ears and realized that Kong Jiuji was indeed famous. It turned out that most of the people were guessing what identity Jiang Huai had with him could let Kong Jiuji walk with him.

They finally stopped at the entrance of a restaurant called "Qingfenglou". When they saw that Kong Jiuji was the first to enter the door, the shopkeeper in the restaurant hurried out to greet him, and he couldn't help but greet him. Jiang Huai finally sat in the VIP room, but strangely, Kong Jiuji did not sit in the main seat, but instead ordered the wine and food at the lower seat.
Chapter completed!