The boy guarding the door didn't even see who was so generous, and the person disappeared.
With his wealth, Lu Jin quickly entered a private room next to An Shuyao. In this room, he could still hear the noise inside.
There were three people in total, and there was a woman he didn't know.
A maid came to bring him drinks in this room. Although the appearance of the man in front of him could not be seen clearly, his demeanor was not comparable to that of ordinary people. Her face was slightly red: "Young Master is drinking. Do you need me to serve you here?"
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Lu Jin threw a piece of silver to her: "Hold the door and don't let others in."
The maid was inexplicably given the job of guarding the door, but as long as the money was given, the rest didn't seem to be very important.
The large window of the private room next door is propped up, and from here you can see the scene on the stage below, and the line of sight is very wide.
The play that Qingfeng Tower will sing today is "The Peach Blossom Fan", which tells the story of the joys and sorrows of a pair of lovers, as well as the rise and fall of their family and country.
An Shuyao actually didn't like listening to opera, but opera was still very popular in this dynasty, especially among literati.
Song Zhenzhen didn't like going to the theater either. She just wanted to chat with Mu Jincheng. Now she finally found the opportunity, so she shyly introduced: "Young City Master, my name is Song Zhenzhen, Zhenbao Zhenzhen."
Mu Jincheng looked at An Shuyao's profile, and then politely replied to Song Zhenzhen: "Ms. Song."
Song Zhenzhen smiled shyly: "Just call me Zhenzhen."
Mu Jincheng smiled and passed by, and Song Zhenzhen continued the topic: "Young City Lord, where is the eldest lady? Where is she going? The invitations for the tea party some time ago were sent to the City Lord's Mansion, and the servant at the City Lord's Mansion said that the eldest lady went somewhere else.
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Mu Jincheng patiently said: "She is not feeling well and has gone out to recuperate. She will naturally come back after a while."
The topic cooled down, and Song Zhenzhen went to An Shuyao again to ask: "Sister Shuyao, where is brother An Qi?"
An Shuyao thought for a while, An Jingzhou seemed like he couldn't leave the flower house and had to go for fun, so he shook his head helplessly: "I said I was going to the best flower house in Tianyuan City, do you know where it is?
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Song Zhenzhen nodded: "It's also on Baihua Street. The best flower house in Tianyuan City is probably Lanshan Pavilion. It can be reached in half a cup of tea's walk from here. There is also a gentry shop there. They are usually young ladies.
People hang out there.”
The folk customs in Dasheng are not conservative. Men can have fun, and so can women. Qinggulou is a flower house specially opened for women.
It's just that naturally no women go in during the day, and there are usually more women there at night.
"There is a leader in the Qing Guan Tower who is very good-looking. I was lucky enough to meet him once."
Leader?
An Shuyao thought: "Does he look good?"
Song Zhenzhen raised her eyes and looked at Mu Jincheng's somewhat gloomy face, and said shyly: "Of course the young city lord is not as good-looking."
Mu Jincheng: "..."
An Shuyao: "..."
This girl really dares to say anything, comparing Qingguan to Mu Jincheng.
Seeing Mu Jincheng's faint signs of anger, An Shuyao quickly said kind words: "Of course, that Qingguo can't be compared with the Young City Lord. The Young City Lord Yushu Linfeng is talented, majestic and dignified in appearance. He looks like a phoenix and a dragon, and is gentle and elegant.
, there is only one young city lord in the world."
Because of An Shuyao's behavior, Mu Jincheng's anger was suppressed, but Song Zhenzhen didn't feel it yet. She had such a careless temper, commonly known as heartless.
Mu Jincheng curled his lips happily: "Am I so good in your heart?"
An Shuyao also smiled: "I am definitely not the only one who thinks so. All the people in Tianyuan City think so."
Mu Jincheng snorted: "Let's watch the show."
An Shuyao breathed a sigh of relief. He still couldn't go out with Mu Jincheng next time.
Lu Jin, who had opened the window next door, also heard An Shuyao's rainbow fart, and the porcelain cup in his hand was pinched so hard that there were tiny cracks.
She actually praised other men, but she had never praised herself like this. He felt so sad that he almost couldn't help but want to kidnap An Shuyao to bed. He didn't allow her to get out of bed until she was satisfied with the praise.
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He took a deep breath, but his heart was still filled with panic. Mu Jincheng was still too busy. He had to be so busy that he couldn't get away for twelve hours a day!
He had just finished his thoughts here, mixed with babbling and babbling opera, and Mu Jincheng spoke up again.
"You came just in time. Tomorrow is Tianyuan City's annual Ice Sculpture Festival, which lasts for ten days. Do you want to go and see it together?"
"Ice Sculpture Festival?"
An Shuyao's tone was full of curiosity. She was a pure southerner and had never known a festival like the Ice Sculpture Festival.
Mu Jincheng nodded: "It will be fun. Since you are here, I will naturally serve you as a landlord and entertain you well."
"Sister Shuyao, let's go together. The Ice Sculpture Festival is super lively. I look forward to the Ice Sculpture Festival every year. Hey, you can eat ice gourds."
An Shuyao was a little excited: "Then let's go together tomorrow. Then I'll call your brother, and I'll call my seventh brother. Let's go and have fun together, how about that?"
Mu Jincheng's voice was gentle: "It's up to you."
There was a lot of fun there, but it was freezing and snowy here. Several times, Lu Jin almost couldn't help but kick open the door next to them and bring An Shuyao out.
"Hey, gentlemen, guests in this room are not allowed to enter."
The voice of a maid came from outside, mixed with a male voice.
After a while, the maid came in with a troubled expression: "Master, there is a master outside who calls himself Mu and wants to see you."
Lu Jin's thin lips parted slightly: "Let him in."
"yes."
After a while, three people came in.
The man in the middle is handsome and smells like medicine.
He looked at Lu Jin's back and slightly raised his eyebrows: "When did you fall in love with theater again? I remember you had never set foot in a theater before."
Lu Jin closed the window to block out the sounds outside.
He turned around and looked at the person who came. It was Mu Qingchen, the divine doctor Li Luo had been looking for. He was also Lu Jin's good friend.
Li Luo and Chui Xue stood guard inside the door and did not move.
Mu Qingchen was dressed in purple, and Shi Shiran sat down opposite Lu Jin, pouring a glass of wine by himself: "Why did you come just now? I also told Li Luo to go to that small shabby village to bring you out.
What's the point of staying there? Li Luo said you refused to leave, but what happened?"
Lu Jin took off his mask and put it on the table. Mu Qingchen glanced at his face, winked and continued to smile: "Did you divorce the man named An so that you could escape? I said that woman didn't have any good intentions.
, you must insist on getting married, you know the bitter consequences of getting married, right? If you had listened to your brother earlier, you would not have had a second marriage in the future. Alas, it is really pitiful."
Mu Qingchen shook his head, and Lu Jin gave him a cold look: "Shut your stinky mouth."