The tail-burning banquet, which should have become the protagonist of the banquet, disappeared without even a wave.

However, Chen Guang also felt the troubles of becoming famous, because Bai Xiaojie, the Kucha king, grabbed his hand and wanted to take him back to the palace. Fortunately, Gao Xianzhi cleared him.

"Even the saint is reluctant to send Chen Lang, let alone you Bai Da!"

Gao Xianzhi and Bai Xiaojie did have a very good personal relationship. Even if he said this, Bai Xiaojie was not angry. Instead, he nodded for granted and finally left in disappointment. However, the melancholy gaze before leaving made Chen Guang feel scared.

"Protector, I won't be knocked unconscious on the street and taken to the palace, right?"

"Who dares!... Wait, Bai Da may not be able to do such a thing. Chen Lang, you need to bring a few more guards when you go out on the street in the future."

After the banquet passed, Cheng Qianli disappeared directly, and Gao Xianzhi was too lazy to pay attention to it. He was very satisfied with the outing party. Although the musicians behind him were not as stunning as the new song when they played on stage, they also made people feel refreshed.

Gao Xianzhi even felt that Bai Xiaojie failed to rob Chen Lang, and he was likely to settle for the second best and beat the people in his mansion.

"Protector, I think there are only thieves in this world who are thieves for thousands of days, and there are no ones who are thieves for thousands of days. If you don't want thieves to steal, you can't let them be remembered."

Feng Changqing pulled the topic openly as he saw a moment. After hearing this, Gao Xianzhi frowned and said, "If you have something to say, don't beat around the bush, you can say it out if you have an idea!"

"The Protector, the king of the country simply loves the new songs produced by Chen Lang, so as long as there is a place to listen to the song, will this problem be solved?"

Feng Changqing said jokingly, "I think it is possible to build a music building in the city so that musicians can play music in it. It takes money to listen to music inside..."

"Do you want to open a brothel?"

Gao Xianzhi looked at Feng Changqing in a bad way. Feng Er could only think of this bad idea, but Chen Lang would never have been like this.

"Protector, why is this a brothel? The musicians are just playing music, not using sex to entertain people. What's more, the Protector guards Anxi, so that the people of Anxi should hear the elegant music of my Tang Dynasty and admire the king's transformation..."

Looking at Feng Changqing who was talking nonstop, Chen Guang's face remained silent. When Gao Xianzhi looked suspicious and hesitant to ask him for his opinion, he knew that the matter had been done.

"What do you think of Chen Lang?"

"I thought Brother Feng said very reasonable. My Tang Dynasty's elegant music was just right. My Tang Dynasty's prosperous era was just showing that my Tang Dynasty was tolerant of the world and endangered the eight wildernesses."

"Since that's the case, will you leave the matter to you?"

"Protector, then the money earned by this Lelou?"

"Do you have all the money? You and Shen Lang can do it."

Gao Xianzhi snorted coldly, and then left. He was a very smart person. Chen Guang answered too readily. If he still couldn't tell that Feng Er had set up a trap for him, that would be stupid.

"Is the Protector angry?"

"It's okay, it'll be fine in two days."

Feng Changqing, who is familiar with Gao Xianzhi's temperament, doesn't care. His lord has never been a person who abides by etiquette and law. He can sing some erotic lyrics with the soldiers below when he is in the army. Now he is just having fun with the people, so there is nothing he doesn't want to be unhappy.

"Something has been done, let's see you next."

Feng Changqing patted Chen Guang's shoulder, smiled narrowly, and then said, "I'm going to go back to the Protectorate's Mansion to read the official documents first."

Looking at Feng Changqing leaving with his hands behind his back, Chen Guang thought about it carefully. Feng Changqing was playing tricks and then divided 30% of the benefits from him. He seemed to be very detrimental, but then he laughed again.

As the song ended, people dispersed, and as the guests dispersed, only the Ya soldiers and the Gao Mansion servants were left in the banquet venue.

Chen Guang stared at the abandoned wooden platform and the colorful curtains hanging on the surrounding trees. He suddenly remembered that he was actually very poor, and he seemed to be able to use these things when he pulled them back.

At this moment, Chen Guang felt that his clothes were being gently pulled down. He suddenly lowered his head and saw the same light in his eyes.

"Langjun, can we take back those floral cloths? Although the ground is a bit dirty, it will be the same as new as the washing."

"Why can't it be? It's a waste to throw it here, and it's shameful to waste."

Chen Guang suddenly said righteously, and then said to Wang Shen, "Wang Guzheng, please say hello to others, just say that these woods are useful, please transport them to the warehouse, and wait until you return to the city to invite everyone to have a drink."

"Don't worry, I'll cover it with someone."

Soon, Chen Guang heard the cheers of the fang soldiers, and then the musicians also came to help, picking up the cloth on the trees and the ground and stacking it on the ox cart. When the group returned to Yancheng, it was almost evening and the sunlight in the sky was still bright.

The people of Le returned to Gao Mansion, while Chen Guang and the soldiers carried the wood and cloth back to the Chen Garden, which had just been seen in the first place. Although they were willing to invite the soldiers who helped to have a meal, the soldiers had to go back and report, so Chen Guang could only ask the nearby restaurant to send twenty jars of wine to load the car, and let the soldiers take them back and drink slowly.

On the flat open space, Chen Tieniu and the men quickly unloaded all the wood. When they saw the other truck of neatly stacked various cloths, they couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Iron Niu, don't think these floral cloths are dirty. Pick a few of them and take them home to make new clothes for your mother and sisters."

For the Han Er, Shen Guang was generous. If nothing unexpected happens, the Han Er in this city will be his basic foundation in the future. Thinking of the routine in the novel, if you don’t take advantage of this time, when will you wait!

"How can I save myself from this? My husband and I wait..."

Chen Tieniu was a little confused. Langjun just bought cloth and gave it to their home to make new clothes, but everyone was reluctant to wear it. How could he get benefits from Langjun?

"Let you take it and take it."

Seeing Chen Tieniu hesitating, Chen Guang, who had a strong young personality, pretended to be angry, then Abu naturally stepped forward knowingly and said, "You are working quickly and well, the husband sees it all, please accept all these floral cloths, otherwise the husband would think you look down on me..."

Abu knew the origin of these cloths. Since the husband did not shy away, he naturally would not deliberately hide them. When the men heard that these cloths were picked up by the man-like man, they were all very surprised, but none of them had the intention of being contemptuous.

Only those who live a hard life know how shameful it is to waste!

Originally, Chen Guang was like a person who was out of reach for the Han Er, but now they have inexplicably felt a sense of intimacy, feeling that this husband and they are no longer people from the two worlds.

In the end, the men took away a few of the dirtiest caricatures. Chen Tieniu thought of what the soldiers said to him during the day, and his originally wavering heart became firm. He was willing to practice martial arts, but he would not be the fangs of Gao Dugu, he wanted to be the fangs of the husband.

...

Back at the tent, Chen Guang recalled the harvest today, couldn't help but smile, then pulled out white hemp paper, took a quill pen and dripped in ink to draw the drawings on the paper.

"Mr. Lang, what did you draw again?"

It was not until Chen Guang finished drawing the sketch in one go that Duowen on the side asked, he felt that since his husband came back, he had become a little strange, as if he was indescribable joy.

"Duowen, what do you think this is?"

Pointing at the concert hall structure sketch on the drawings, Chen Guang asked Duowen with a serious expression on his face.

"It's a house!"

"No, it's money, a lot of money."

Chen Guang replied seriously, Duowen looked carefully for several times, but he didn't find that the pictures drawn on the paper could have something to do with money.

"You go and call Abu, well, and Chen Tieniu."

Duowen left strangely, but it was the first time he saw Lang Jun so happy.
Chapter completed!