Chapter 39

Bright sun, Changle street people come and go, lively. Just after the Huakui competition, Fengcheng began to look forward to a new round of bustling prosperity.

The most important purpose of the Huakui competition is to offer dances to the foreign countries who come to pay tribute, which is a grand event held only once every three years in the Royal Court of Jinyun. In this short period of one month, foreign countries from all over the country not only brought their own tribute, but also brought the top commercial teams of various places to gather together in Fengcheng.

In these short days of paying tribute, a large number of economic and trade exchanges took place in the streets and lanes of Fengcheng. Fengcheng, the veritable central imperial capital, is ushering in the most lively trade festival once every three years.

High lift up the car curtain, Murong Changfeng looks at the people coming and going on the street, the women in fancy clothes, the thin but extremely beautiful men. Sugar blowing people, paper drawing, all the things that my mother told me since childhood, those things that are always fuzzy in my mind, and finally have a specific appearance, a touch of emotion swept over the whole body.

"Well, it turns out that Fengcheng looks like this..."

The carriage suddenly slowed down and looked up. It turned out that there was a storyteller in front of him. Because there were too many onlookers, the road was blocked.

"Pa! We can't say enough about the world's major events. Let's talk about the important events of the tribute of foreign countries. You can't miss it when you pass by It is said that there is a Changle street in the imperial city. The west of Gulou Street is the Ziyun palace of Taiji Zundian. This prosperous age is due to him, but I don't know that this year's prosperous age is far better than the previous years. The illegitimate son of the emperor will go back to the imperial court to recognize his relatives! "

A piece of storytelling by pilibala was said in front of a temporary tea shop on the street. The crowd was already in high spirits. The inside three floors and the outside three floors were all around the storyteller. After he had said a paragraph, he was shocked to respond,

"Li Qizi, they all said that you never give lip service to storytelling. Today's major events, however, are in the world I've never heard of it. Are you talking nonsense out of nothing

"Yes, Li lame, such a thing, but nonsense will lose your head."

The thin man with a mustache suddenly took a big cup of tea, and then he picked up a fan and drank it with a loud voice,

"my guests, don't worry, please take me Li lame to talk to you in detail..."

On the side of the carriage, a bodyguard like man in royal clothes standing in front of the carriage heard this and was about to walk forward with his knife. However, a voice from the car stopped him,

"wait, Jinfeng, don't act rashly."

The man in the royal guards turned back and said angrily, "childe, what happened in the imperial court is not to allow this group of ignorant people to talk about it blindly!"

"Oh, you say it's nonsense. What's the harm of listening to it? Or have you forgotten what I said In the window, the man in white spoke softly and seemed not to be angry.

However, the man in royal clothes didn't mean to refute more than half of the time. He nodded. Although he was angry, he also stood still on the side of the carriage.

"Speaking of it, how many princes were there in this dynasty? Do you know? " The storyteller continued.

"Hey, how fresh! The two princes of the Communist Party of Korea, the eldest prince is stupid, and the only third prince is the heir. Who knows who doesn't know?" There was a shout in the crowd.

The storyteller burst out a laugh,

"yes, this is a well-known thing. Therefore, what I want to talk about for you today is very strange. I'm afraid this well-known thing is going to change! Well, everyone knows that when the emperor is old, there are two princes under his knee: the first Prince Chengxi and the third prince Chengxu. The eldest son was the eldest son, and he was originally the successor. However, later, he was bitten by poison because of a hunting trip. Although he survived, he ended up in a stupid end. The emperor was angry at that time and wanted to investigate the matter, but to this day, there is still no result. Therefore, the successor of the great prince was in vain, and the third prince became the only heir to the great cause. Over the past few years, the third prince can be said to be at ease, everything goes well, but recently, he has to usher in his half brother! If you want to talk about this one, you have to mention that in the misty rain building in the south of the Yangtze River, the well-known Jiuhong Pavilion, who didn't know that nine Red Mansions appeared in the world. At that time, the nine Red Mansions could be said to be men's Treasury and gentle nest. The girls there can be said to be the nine cattle in the Red Chamber of Fengcheng. Among them, the most famous one was Murong jiuer. In that year, the emperor was still young and frivolous. When he went to the south of the Yangtze River, he had to go to the nine red mansions of this man's population. Then, naturally, I got acquainted with Murong jiuer, who had been haunted by so many people, and thought about that period of romantic love and snow. It was... "

The crowd began to talk excitedly, and the man in white wanted to stop him again. The man in white in the carriage waved his hand and pointed to a group of bodyguards who came not far away.

"you don't have to do it. Someone will take care of it."

"Chengguan is coming..."

The storyteller panicked and ran into the crowd,

"stop!" A group of bodyguards followed closely, "in broad daylight, disoriented, stop for me!"

The crowd was too crowded, and the man in white gently lowered the curtain of the car,

"it's lively, but it's easy to get tired after listening to it for too long. It's better to hurry over and settle down." A man's soft voice came from the carriage. "Remember, don't be presumptuous when you go to the building.""Yes."

The wheels turned and crossed the crowded streets. The last carriage and a dozen guards stopped in front of a vermilion two-story attic facing the street.

The man in white got out of the car, looked up and chuckled,

"Oh, is this Xiaoxiang building? Compared with the nine red mansions, although it is smaller, it is still beautiful. "

At this time, Xiaohua was holding her waist at the door, directing tiger and dog eggs to repair the gate of Xiaoxiang building with nails and boards. Since so many troublemakers came last night, Ji Wujin ordered her to make some acquaintance with the door and do a good job of self-protection.

At the same time, a lot of men in white suddenly appeared on the street. Looking up and down at the man in white, who looks extraordinary in manner, Xiaohua has learned his skills this time. He rubbed his hands and came forward in two or three steps. He said politely, "my guests, we don't do business in the daytime. Please come back in the evening."

"Please, miss. It's convenient." With a gentle smile, the man in white suddenly felt warm in the early morning breeze. "We come from the south of the Yangtze River. We are textile merchants engaged in silk business. When we came to Fengcheng to pay tribute, the journey was delayed. However, the Fengcheng City was full of people and the Inns were full of people, so there was no place to settle down..."

"This..." Xiaohua even couldn't make up her mind for a while. The man was really gentle enough to be refused.

"Miss, if you can do something convenient, I'd like to give some of the silk I'm carrying to your shop."

Looking at the mouth of the exquisite box behind the man in white, floret hesitated more.

"What's the matter? Is it a riot again? How many times have you said that, I'll just chase him out... " Ji Wujin came out of the house, swearing and swearing. As he spoke, he looked up at the man standing in the sun. The white light hit on the white clothes, reflecting the dazzling brilliance. The soft facial features with a comfortable smile made people feel like falling in the spring breeze. The smiling eyes fell on her, as if looking at an old friend who had not been seen for a long time, It makes people want to be close and close.

Ji Wujin opened his mouth in amazement. Is this man a God?

The gorgeous robes are not arrogant and impetuous. They are noble.

Murong Changfeng looks at the woman a few meters away, standing on the high threshold, wearing colorful clothes and rich makeup, but her eyes are as clear as water. Is she a woman without delicate flowers? That identity is a woman under Gu Ye.

With a gentle smile, the man in white raised his hand and gently arched,

"I've met the boss. I'm a Jiangnan Silk textile merchant. I come to Fengcheng to pay tribute. But I don't have a place to live. Could you please help me

“……” Ji Wujin is still in a daze. Xiaohua turns around to see her like this. She quickly and ruthlessly rebukes her and whispers, "Jiao Ma, ask your words!"

"Then one, then another!" She suddenly regained consciousness, then suddenly turned back, with a suspicious blush on her face. When he turned back, he saw that tiger and dog eggs were still repairing the gate. Without saying a word, he pushed them aside and left the gate open. He couldn't wait to turn back and said, "please come in, my guests, please come in!"

Murong Changfeng smiles gently and strides forward. When he reaches the door, he doesn't rush in. He looks at Ji Wujin who is blushing at the door.

"I don't know what the boss calls me, Murong Changfeng

"She's mama Jiao!" Xiaohua shouts, such a noble and earthly man, Rao is a little girl like her who also wants to get involved.

The man in white looks at the past in surprise. Ji Wujin suddenly blushes and blocks Xiaohua's mouth with a backhand.

"ha ha ha, my guest, don't listen to this little girl's nonsense. My name is Hua Wujiao..."

"Oh? Then I'll call the boss no Jiao girl, OK

Ji Wujin was almost melted in the greasy tenderness, and his voice was almost ready to brew honey,

"good, excellent."

"Well, it's too crowded in Fengcheng these days. I've brought too many attendants here. I'm afraid it will cause trouble. I'll talk about it for a few days. When my entourage finds an inn where I can settle down, I'll move out in time."

"No! If you come to Fengcheng, you are a guest. Ha ha, you can't live anywhere. I still have some places to accommodate you. As long as you don't mind, you can stay as long as you want to! "

"But Jiao's mother..." It's hard for Xiaohua to make a voice. However, in this building, it's necessary to take advantage of the reputation of the Huakui competition to do some business and earn some money. So they have to settle these people. Where else can they be used as guest rooms.

Ji Wujin, however, did not want to look at the problem at all. His eyes were glued to Murong Changfeng, and he was almost silly to laugh.

"No problem!"

"Well, if it's not convenient..." Murong Changfeng said apologetically, and looked at the royal guards behind him. The bodyguards understood and held fists,

"we are rude people. We can have a shelter from the wind and rain. Jiao's mother doesn't have to worry about me, as long as the young master has a room to live in."

Ji Wujin is in a dilemma, but when he thinks of doing business next, he still bites his teeth and nods. Looking back on Murong Changfeng, as long as this young master can live forever, she doesn't have so much time to manage other people,"Well, it's good. It's cool and ventilated to live in Ma Peng in this weather, but it can't be frozen."

Murong Changfeng looked at her with a smile, and she was intoxicated and nearly fainted,

"Panpan, Qingqing, come out to meet the guests!"

"What's the meaning of this, Miss Wujiao?"

"Oh, I'm afraid you don't know that childe Changfeng has just come to Fengcheng. These two girls are the most outstanding women selected in a flower queen competition in Fengcheng recently. Everyone can't see them, ha ha..."

"Why then?"

"Oh, you are not a distinguished guest."

With that, he walked with Murong Changfeng, and continued to shout,

"hurry up, Qingqing, Panpan, come out to see your guests!"

Floret followed in the back, stunned, Jiao mother this statement, others do not know, she is clear, Jiao mother clearly is that the crooked melon crack dates in the building have no face to take a hand!

Look at her eyes glued to Murong Changfeng. She just laughed and lost her sense. Was she seduced?

Thinking of this, floret couldn't help but smile. This warm and shameless man, designated as the real one of Jiao's mother, must help Jiao's mother wisely!

If you want to get promoted and become the right hand of Jiao's mother, you have to start with these subtle things. You know, she is a person who aspires to be a mother in the future!