Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

These girls in red swayed and twisted, their movements were indeed quite graceful, but the rhythm was rather slow, and the accompanying ancient music was not to his liking.

To put it more bluntly, this program is like watching a traditional opera channel on a TV in this world, except that the dancers performing are much younger.

Although he is approaching thirty, he still prefers music with a strong rhythm and is not yet at the age to appreciate this kind of live version of the Spring Festival Gala for the elderly.

Of course, everyone here is over 1000 years older than Zhou Feng. It wouldn't be a problem to call this an elderly people's Spring Festival Gala.

What Zhou Feng found most unacceptable was the makeup on the dancers' faces.

With their pale foundation, bright red lipstick, and long, thin eyebrows, to be honest, if this weren't Xiao Qinyan's birthday banquet, he felt these women would look like paper cutouts in the candlelight.

With such bizarre makeup, if she were to dance like that, and it were posted on Douyin (TikTok) in later generations, it wouldn't even get 10 likes.

What a waste of these beautiful girls, their makeup is so grotesque!

Even if Zhou Feng wasn't particularly interested in it, he wouldn't actually interrupt and spoil everyone's fun.

When it's Xiao Qinyan's birthday, we should respect the birthday celebrant's preferences.

Although Xiao Qinyan was sitting in the main seat, he kept an eye on Zhou Feng's movements out of the corner of his eye.

My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the listless expression on his face.

Of all the guests present, Xiao Qinyan was undoubtedly most concerned about Zhou Feng.

He certainly hoped that Zhou Feng would enjoy his birthday banquet, but the performance was almost over. Interrupting it would only spoil the fun and might even worsen Zhou Feng's mood.

So while everyone else watched the performance with smiles on their faces, he felt extremely uncomfortable, tapping his fingers on his knees as he waited for the song to end.

After a long and arduous wait, as the dance ended and the dancers bowed and left the stage, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief and raised his wine cup to Zhou Feng: "Master Celestial, was the dance to your liking? If you found it uninteresting, I'll have someone bring something else."

Zhou Feng raised his wine glass and clinked it against his, a slight smile on his face: "This dance is quite good, Lord Xiao, please feel free to do as you please."

Following the host's lead is also a form of politeness and good manners.

However, Xiao Qinyan immediately realized that Zhou Feng was just being polite, and that he really wasn't interested in these dances, so he just secretly remembered them in his mind.

When he invites this gentleman to a private banquet next time, he will have to prepare some different programs.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere at the banquet became lively. Amidst the clinking of glasses, no one noticed that Xiao Wei had secretly gotten up and left the hall.

After passing through the covered walkway, he turned into a secluded spot, grabbed his personal servant, and lowered his voice: "I asked you to find out who invited this so-called Celestial Master. Any results?"

The servant was startled by his slightly ferocious expression and stammered, "Yes...yes, sir! That Taoist priest was a distinguished guest personally invited by your name."

"How is that possible?"

Xiao Wei gritted his teeth, but he knew in his heart that there was no other possibility that Zhou Feng could sit in the very center of the seat of honor except that his father had arranged it personally!

But that guy was so disrespectful to his father. So what if he was a distinguished guest?

After a few seconds of silence, Xiao Wei's facial muscles twitched slightly. Finally, he slammed his fist into the pillar beside him, grabbed the servant's collar with a ferocious expression, and whispered a few words to him.

Upon hearing this, the servant's face changed several times, and he frantically waved his hands, saying, "Young master, you mustn't! That Heavenly Master is a distinguished guest personally invited by Prime Minister Shi. If you do this, I..."

"What do you mean, 'you'?!"

Xiao Wei grabbed the servant by the collar and pulled him in front of him: "What are you afraid of? I made this decision. I'll take responsibility for anything that happens. Get to work right now!"

The servant wanted to say something, but was so frightened by the man's fierce expression that he shrank back, quickly agreed, and ran away in a flash.

Watching his departing figure, Xiao Wei felt a strange unease, but it was immediately dispelled by the anger in his heart.

He stared at the direction of the birthday banquet for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before finally squeezing out through gritted teeth, "My father is getting senile. He's already a high-ranking official; the Xiao family's reputation absolutely cannot be tarnished by that Taoist priest!"

At this moment, during the birthday banquet in the main hall, Xiao Qinyan, with a smile on his face, introduced, "The next performer is Lady Zhang, whose beautiful voice has been personally praised by His Majesty. Please listen!"

Everyone present applauded in response.

After all, the singer was praised by the official himself, so even if he wasn't interested, he still had to show his support.

Zhang Haohao led Song Yinzhang in from outside. When the latter saw Zhou Feng sitting in the middle, his expression suddenly changed.

Although she was of lowly status and had long been prepared to perform, the disappointment she felt upon seeing Zhou Feng and thinking of Zhao Pan'er, who was to become his wife, was palpable.

Zhou Feng, however, paid no attention to her expression and continued eating.

Zhao Pan'er is Zhao Pan'er, and Zhao Pan'er's sister is Zhao Pan'er's sister.

If someone is like Sun Sanniang, who can stay loyal to Zhao Pan'er and follow her faithfully, Zhou Feng wouldn't mind giving them a lifetime of wealth and honor.

But for someone like Song Yinzhang, who throws tantrums and acts out at the drop of a hat, causing Zhao Pan'er so much trouble, Zhou Feng simply pretends not to know her.

He wasn't her father, and Zhao Pan'er wasn't her mother, so why should he keep spoiling her?

Noticing Zhou Feng's expression, Song Yinzhang suddenly felt disappointed, but she didn't forget that she was going to perform for the Prime Minister today, so she quickly adjusted herself.

Unfortunately, Zhou Feng wasn't very interested in this song, which was inscribed with an imperial poem, when he was reading the original novel, and he didn't feel anything when he listened to it.

Now that it's on-site, the experience is even worse.

After all, there are no microphones to record sound on site, so the sound quality is not as good as hearing it from the video.

With Zhang Haohao's experience, she naturally noticed the bored expression on Zhou Feng's face at the head of the table, but she still forced herself to continue the performance without making a mistake.

Instead, Xiao Wei entered with a group of maids, presenting everyone with camel humps, which made Zhou Feng show an interested expression, and further pricked Zhang Hao's lungs.

Her performance was inferior to that bowl of food?

Unfortunately, for Zhou Feng, it really wasn't as good.

You can listen to songs anytime, especially not very good ones.

Camel humps are rare even in this world, let alone camel humps from the Western Regions during the Song Dynasty.