The annual chrysanthemum appreciation party in the imperial city is coming soon. This year's chrysanthemum appreciation party will be organized by Zhu Xuhou Liu Zhang.

The flower market on West Street is the venue for the annual Chrysanthemum Appreciation Party. Flower farmers are also happy to have such a grand event to take care of their livelihood, so each flower garden tries its best to decorate it according to the requirements.

Although the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Club encourages all citizens to have fun together, on the first day of the market, you have to hold a flower ticket to enter. This is obviously selling sheep over dogs.

The Chrysanthemum Appreciation Festival lasted for nine days, so the people in the imperial city did not compete with the officials for the length of this day. In fact, they were not willing to enjoy the flowers with those dignitaries who looked down upon others.

Zhou Xinqi sent five flower coupons the day before. Bo Langjun sat behind the desk and looked at the flower coupons in trance.

"Ha! Where did these flowers come from?" Luo Jiaojiao walked into the house carrying the medicine for Bo Langjun.

Bo Langjun's arm is much better and the incision has healed. But he is used to Luo Jiaojiao feeding him medicine.

Luo Jiaojiao was distracted by the silk flowers placed on the table, so Bo Langjun had to grab her hand and put the soup in the spoon into his mouth.

"What are these flowers for?" Luo Jiaojiao held the medicine bowl in one hand and picked up a silk flower and looked at it carefully.

Bo Langjun simply took the medicine bowl in Luo Jiaojiao's hand and drank all the medicine in the bowl in one gulp.

"Don't break it! That's the entrance ticket to the chrysanthemum appreciation party!" Bo Langjun put down the medicine bowl and told Luo Jiaojiao.

"Chrysanthemum appreciation party?" Luo Jiaojiao asked curiously.

"Once a year! All the subjects of the Imperial City have fun together!" Bo Langjun explained to Luo Jiaojiao.

"What's so good about chrysanthemums? Everyone is enjoying it!" Luo Jiaojiao curled her lips and put down the flower coupons in her hand.

"What? You don't want to go?" Bo Langjun felt that with Luo Jiaojiao's temperament, she should be a person who loves to join in the fun.

"I don't know if you want to see people or flowers!" Luo Jiaojiao picked up the medicine bowl and stood up and walked out.

"It's not just about looking at flowers!" Bo Langjun somehow hoped that Luo Jiaojiao could go with him.

Jiang Yu took the medicine bowl from Luo Jiaojiao's hand and whispered: "There are also flower dances, oiran competitions, poetry gatherings and chrysanthemum appreciation banquets."

"This is quite interesting!" Luo Jiaojiao walked back to Bao Langjun and sat down. She picked up another flower coupon and thought about it and said, "Will Captain Zhao take advantage of the flower fair tomorrow to take action?"

"No! If you cause trouble on such an occasion, you will live too long!"

It turned out that she was worried about this! There was a smile in Bo Langjun's eyes.

"Lang Jun! Someone is coming to make trouble in the workshop!" Jiang Yu reported outside the door.

"Let's go! Go down and take a look!" Bo Langjun picked up the mask and put it on his face.

In the flower hall on the first floor of the tea art workshop, Madam Liang and her men were confronting the people who broke into the workshop.

The person who led the trouble was Yun Suojian, a master of martial arts invited by Captain Zhao. He gathered some Jianghu people who did not know the truth to come and seek an explanation for the dead bodyguard king Li San and others.

"Is it you?" Bao Langjun recognized Yun Suojian. He was the one who pretended to be a servant to guide Bao Langjun in the Zhao Duwei Mansion.

"it's him!"

Yun Suojian saw Bo Langjun and said loudly. The seven martial arts figures behind him all drew their swords. Zhuang Qing and other guards also showed their weapons.

"What on earth is going on?" Bo Langjun pursed his lips and asked displeasedly.

"Why did you kill the escort king Li San?" Hezi Zhangdong asked after Yunsuo's arrow shot behind him.

"I, a merchant, can't even defeat any of you, so how can I kill the escort king? You really think highly of me!" Bao Langjun replied in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.

"You can't do it! It doesn't mean that the people around you can't do it!" Yun Suojian chuckled, and then looked at Jiang Yu.

"I heard from Captain Zhao that only two of the escort king's hidden weapons were found, and the other one was on the murderer's body! If my guard killed the escort king, why did Captain Zhao show no signs of injury on his body when he was inspected?

? Could it be that you are eager for quick success and want to win over us and ask Captain Zhao for rewards?"

Bo Langjun's words made the people behind Yun Suojian look suspicious on their faces. They all looked at Yun Suojian.

"Don't believe his lies! Catch the person first!" Yun Suojian unhooked the spear from his waist and was about to take action.

"I think these heroes must have been fooled by you! Are you sure they will help you?" Bo Langjun sneered and looked at Yun Suojian who was about to take action.

Yun Suojian turned around and saw that the swords of those people in the world had been sheathed.

"you……"

Before Yun Suojian could finish his words, all the people in the world had left.

"Hi!" Yun Suojian reluctantly dragged his spear and left.

"Why don't you teach him a lesson?" Madam Liang raised her eyebrows and looked at Mr. Bo.

"Every broken household item in this hall is worth more than his life!" Bo Langjun turned around and went upstairs. Luo Jiaojiao and Jiang Yu also followed.

"When did money become so important? Could it be that you were influenced by the people around you?" Madam Liang frowned and looked at Luo Jiaojiao, who was following Bao Langjun.

As soon as Luo Jiaojiao entered the house, she immediately asked: "Why let him go?"

"He is just a dog released by Captain Zhao! If we really start a fight with them, the officers and soldiers will arrive in a moment! Then it will not be a disaster for the flower hall!"

Bo Langjun sat at the tea table and started making tea. Luo Jiaojiao blinked her eyes, ran into the inner room and opened the window.

As expected, two groups of soldiers were passing by on the street. When they passed in front of the tea house, they stopped and looked inside.

"This Captain Zhao is so insidious!" Luo Jiaojiao puffed up her cheeks and returned to the outer room, sitting opposite Bao Langjun.

"On the surface, the imperial city looks prosperous and peaceful. Not everyone can afford to wade in the water inside!" Bao Langjun's hands skillfully washed and quenched the tea. His eyelids were lowered and his eyes were always on.

He never left the tea set in his hand.

"Then how can Captain Zhao just give up?" Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help but worry.

"When soldiers come, they will be blocked, and when water comes, the soil will cover them up!" Bao Langjun said it very lightly, as if dealing with Captain Zhao was not difficult for him.

"Are you really not afraid?" Luo Jiaojiao asked with shining eyes as she took the tea handed to her by Bo Langjun.

Bo Langjun took off his mask, slightly lifted the hair on his forehead with a slender finger, gently blew the hot air from the cup and took a sip of tea. Then, he inadvertently raised his head and glanced at Luo Jiaojiao.

, but was attracted by her bright water-cut eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Luo Jiaojiao saw Bo Langjun's eyes staring closely into hers, and she couldn't help but feel a trace of panic in her heart, and two red clouds flew up to her cheeks.

"Your tea is getting cold!" Bo Langjun sat up straight and placed the tea cup in his hand on the tea table, trying his best to hide his unstable mood.

Luo Jiaojiao picked up the teacup and took a big gulp of tea, trying to extinguish the restless flames of love.

"You shouldn't drink tea too much. You need to drink it slowly and carefully!" Bo Langjun gave Luo Jiaojiao more tea.

Luo Jiaojiao's face turned even redder. She wiped her eyelids and pouted.

"Tea art is the best way to temper one's mind!" Bo Langjun put out the fire and put down the tea ladle in his hand.

"Then I'd better drink tea! I don't want to change my character!" Luo Jiaojiao picked up the tea cup and looked at the dense air at the mouth of the cup intently.

Bo Langjun was startled when he heard this. All women hope to change their character by learning tea art, but this Luo Jiaojiao is different.

"Wouldn't it be better to be gentler?" Bo Langjun's eyes darkened.

"Why don't you choose a gentle horse to ride on?" Luo Jiaojiao asked back.

"Ha! Ahem! You..." Bo Langjun choked at Luo Jiaojiao's words.

Luo Jiaojiao suddenly realized that her metaphor was inappropriate. How could I compare myself to a horse?
Chapter completed!