As a result, the two of them talked to the eighth prince, who simply said that he would take them to the palace to stay for one night. Everything was very convenient outside the palace.

So the Eight Fortunes and Nine Fortunes were added to the play team!

Lao Shi took Yuan Wense out of the palace. Yuan Wense was the prince of the county and Fujin could sit on the throne according to the rules, but Jiu Fujin had to follow him to the palace gate. Yuan Wense felt that this was not good. If there was no conflict, he would get out of the conflict.

He forced himself to follow Jiu Fujin.

Lao Shi could only protect him, like he was protecting his eyes. It was snowing, and even though salt had been sprinkled on it, the ground was freezing and hard, making walking really inconvenient. Fortunately, Fujin was wearing low boots, so if he and Jiu were

When my sister-in-law stepped on the bottom of the flower pot, she would not let her walk on her own even if she was beaten to death.

Brother Jiu frowned, Jiu Fujin sucked in the air-conditioning, click, click, speechless all the way!

Two couples met Lao Ba and his wife in a carriage and went to the Chongyang Tower together.

The appearance of Chongyang Tower is a huge rectangular three-story palace with wide eaves, flying corners, red pillars and yellow tiles!

Downstairs is the hall. There is an open space in the middle of the hall with a table. Several people playing the piano and erhu are sitting in the room, playing melodious and melancholy tunes.

Double Ninth Festival Poetry, Wine and Lantern Festival!

Lao Jiu is very good at business. He put out the advertisement early. He invited famous people of the world, drank precious drinks, admired exotic flowers, and commented on the unique lanterns!

Once this sign was put out, Chongyang Tower became almost the most eye-catching place in the entire capital!

As long as everyone has the ability, there is no one who would not want to enter the Chongyang Tower to see the rare things!

There are dozens of tables on the first floor, and they are packed with people. Brother Jiu is very good at making money. Today, the entrance fee is only ten taels of silver. If you are a knowledgeable spectator but you don’t have money, don’t come in.

There are countless lanterns hanging among them. Various kinds of lanterns are hung between the second and third floors. There are hanging tags under the lamps with riddles on them. They vaguely block the sight of the visitors on the first floor. Basically, the sight does not reach 2:00. Even the upper floors

No one can be distinguished from the people on it.

There was a group of people gathered around lighting up the lanterns, shaking their heads, looking intoxicated, and arguing endlessly! Someone in the private room was playing the piano, squeaking, and listening from a distance, it was infinitely quiet!

It adds a layer of elegance to this lively atmosphere, but also adds a sense of profoundness!

Yuan Wense and his party took the stairs at the back to the third floor. The private room could be seen down through the stairs. All they had to do was open the original carved wooden door and push a gauze screen in front of it.

Suddenly there was a coaxing sound, and a group of people came to the center with an elegant and extraordinary young man in their arms. Ba Fujin asked: "Who is this man?"

Yuan Wense guessed: "Sir storyteller, take a fan on a cold day. It can be used as a gavel!"

Lao Jiu laughed and gave Lao Eleven a playful look.

Lao Shi blushed for a rare moment: "This is Mr. Nalan, it's normal that Fujin doesn't recognize him."

Little Mr. Nalan? Yuan Wense only knew that Nalan Mingzhu had a son who wrote Nalan's poems. There was also a collection of Nalan's essays in the study room at home. She asked, "Is it Mr. Nalan who writes about two people throughout their lives?"

"You are talking about Mr. Nalan Mingruo who left a few years ago. This is Mr. Nalan's eldest son!" Lao Shi was a little depressed. Even Fujin, who was deeply in the palace, knew about Nalan Mingruo. This boy is really good.

Dear friends of women.

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Chapter completed!