Pulling Zhu Jinzhao to the river, the river has been decorated with people who have put on lights one after another. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info bought two lanterns and told Zhu Jinzhao how to write his wish on the lantern and put it in the river. Zhu Jinzhao held a lamp in one hand and a pen in the other, and didn't know what to write for a while, and found that Wu Fengao was looking at him with interest next to him.

"You go away, I can't show you!" Although Zhu Jinzhao put out the lantern for the first time, he also felt that what he wrote was not good for others to see. Wu Feng loosened his shoulders and walked away.

Zhu Jinzhao thought about it while walking with a lamp and a pen, but he couldn't think of anything to write. If there is such an activity in the palace, it must be written long live our emperor, national peace and security, etc. But here Zhu Jinzhao didn't want to write this, he wanted to write something for himself.

Walking to a high place on the shore, he looked at the flowing crowds, the merchants calling and calling, and the boats on the river, as if all these things were beside him, but infinitely far away from him. Zhu Jinzhao fell into his own world, and in this noisy night party, he felt unprecedented silence.

Just when Zhu Jinzhao was in deep thought, a beautiful shadow broke into his eyes.

Even though it is surrounded by colorful and luxuriously decorated flower boats. Even if the flower boat is full of girls with various postures and styles.

Zhu Jinzhao's gaze was still firmly locked on Liangying. On the luxurious flower boat, by a half-closed window between the buildings, a girl in an emerald green shirt is concentrating on the scroll in her hand. Even though they were far away, it still felt like the girl was not far in front of them. A smile in his eyes, sometimes his lips are lightly raised as if he is reading a book, and sometimes his brows are slightly furrowed as if he is thinking about the meaning of the text, all of which are fascinating.

It wasn't until the flower boat passed by that Zhu Jinzhao woke up from his trance, looked down and found that the lantern in his hand had been written with four words: "Beauty Ruoyi".

Putting down the lantern, Zhu Jinzhao suddenly felt melancholy.

"What's wrong?" Wu Fengao came over and saw that he had let go of the lanterns, but his face was sad, for some reason.

"It's okay, where are these people?" Zhu Jinzhao didn't want to say what was on his mind, and when he saw that the people nearby were rushing in one direction, he asked.

"The Beijing Chamber of Commerce invited Qin Huai Yanji to hold a north-south battle for hegemony during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and these are naturally to see the excitement." Wu Fengao replied.

"Let's go! Let's take a look! Thinking that it was possible to see the Yiren in his dream again, Zhu Jinzhao swept away the haze and strode towards the crowd.

The battle between the north and the south is full of battles, and the near head seat has long been booked out by powerful people. The two could only buy a slightly better seat from the scalpers at a large cost. Although there were seats, there were originally two chairs in the stands, but compared to the crowded onlookers on the periphery--- some even climbed to the trees and roofs--- it was much better.

There were already warm-up performances on the stage, and people from all walks of life performed on stage. Light singing and dancing, playing the piano and blowing the flute, the audience applauded constantly, and the sound of coaxing continued to erupt in the peripheral crowd.

The performance is performed on stage according to the rotation of one south and one north, except for some of the residents who only show their talents, the others adopt the form of secret bidding, and each person only bids once and hands it over to the runners, and the one with the highest price wins.

Since he came, Wu Fengao was ready, observing Zhu Jinzhao from time to time, and helping him to do a good thing when he met the object he liked. However, after Zhu Jinzhao sat down, his face was serious, as if he was a righteous gentleman, which made Wu Fengao unable to think through it for a while.

Since sitting down, Zhu Jinzhao's heart has been full of entanglement. On the one hand, I hope to see the figure of Yiren in my dream again on stage, and on the other hand, I don't want her to appear on stage and be played with by everyone.

The two who were originally frolicking sat solemnly for a long time in the most serious place in this strange way. Until the ordinary singers finished their performances, more than half of the famous singers from the north and south also took the stage. Zhu Jinzhao felt that maybe the Yiren would not come to power in his dream, and he was a little less entangled in his heart.

The bidding price in the audience has repeatedly reached new highs, from tens of taels to hundreds of taels. and then to the thousands of taels after the celebrities came to the stage, and the atmosphere of the venue was also constantly pushed to a new high.

"The next performer is Mengxiaolou Gongsun Jianwu." As soon as the words fell, with the gradually rapid drum beat, a girl in a red robe flew onto the stage.

The long sword is full of cold light, moving like a swimming dragon and the elegant figure of the girl echoes each other, beautiful. The girl held a long sword with the sound of the drum, fast and slow, and occasionally stabbed with force, although it was stabbed in the air, it made the hearts of the onlookers tighten, as if it was stabbed in people's hearts. The onlookers, whether they are sons and grandsons, or pawns selling cars, are watching with bated breath on the stage and do not want to miss a detail.

After a sword dance, the girl retreated. The venue was silent for a while, and the crowd suddenly erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

There was a mixture of applause, coaxing, and discussion, and the runners kept going back and forth to the tables to submit the bids, and some even heard that others were bidding higher, and called back their own signs to rewrite.

Zhu Jinzhao also shouted a few hellos, Wu Fengao thought it was her, and called the running hall to get the sign. When the world is rich today, ordinary families can live a prosperous life as long as they have one or two taels of silver a month. If you have a thousand taels of silver, you can buy a house and buy land, and become a landlord. But there have been several celebrities in front of them who have broken through a thousand taels, and looking at the on-site situation, there must be no hope for a thousand taels. Wu Fengao picked up the pen and wrote down 10,000 taels ruthlessly. After thinking for a moment, he changed it to 11,000 taels with a stroke of his pen to prevent someone from breaking it.

Zhu Jinzhao was still reminiscing about the peerless sword dance just now, looking around at how others were talking.

A middle-aged bustard walked up to the stage and cleared his throat. The surrounding chatter gradually subsided, and they all returned to the stage.

"Miss Gongsun's highest bid is..."With the bustard's deliberately long voice, the audience was extremely quiet, and all that could make a sound in the audience seemed to be the heartbeat, and everyone waited for the bustard to announce the answer. Liang Gongzi! 30,000 taels!! ”

The venue instantly became restless again, and the unwilling curses and the sighs after the shock were mixed together. Just when Wu Fengao was slightly embarrassed, Zhu Jinzhao scolded, "How can it be that bastard!" Looking in the direction of Zhu Jinzhao's scolding, it was Liang Yingchao, the son of Liang Taibao. At this time, he was full of ambition and waved to the people around him.

Liang Taibao has a high position and power, and he is also a prince. often doesn't take the three princes in his eyes, and criticizes Zhu Jinzhao for losing his mind with his playthings, which makes him not embarrassed. At this time, he saw that his son was in the limelight, and he hugged the beauty again. Zhu Jinzhao couldn't help but scold. Wu Fengao was helpless, so he could only sit on the seat and sigh in his heart.

With the amazing performance of Gongsun Jianwu, the later performances were all squeezed bland. Those who have money regret that they should do more, and those who don't have money can only sit there and sigh in vain.

Just when Wu Fengao was numb to look at the stage like most people, Zhu Jinzhao leaned over and whispered: "Come with me, I have a good idea!" ”

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