If he could do it all over again, Zhen Feng chose to increase the conditions of cooperation and use Purple Butterfly's redemption as an additional condition, hoping that Purple Butterfly and others would not misunderstand. But there was no chance, when Wangjianglou closed the door again, the moment Zhen Feng turned around, he saw Zidie standing quietly in front of him, looking at him with tears streaming down his face, his eyes overflowing with mixed feelings in his heart.

Zhen Feng was a little at a loss, laughed stupidly twice, and said, "It's not resting yet, then I'll go to sleep first, good night." ”

It was impossible to escape, and the people knelt straight in front of him, crying, as if they had harmed others.

"The slave family unfortunately fell into the dust, Israel served people, almost sheep into the tiger's mouth, innocent and dirty, fortunately the son and you did not give up, and did not care about the disaster brought by the slave family, saved the slave family in danger, and even pulled the slave family out of prison, and since then from Ji to regain a new life, the slave family is really fortunate to have three lives. Although I don't know what the son has paid, but I let the son lose the three percent of the Jiangqing Pavilion in vain, the slave family really has nothing to repay, and the second half of my life is a slave and a maid to follow the son, and please don't dislike the son. ”

Zhen Feng waved his hand again and again, and his hand was about to shake into a rattle: "No, no, no, you were originally eating and drinking spicy food in Jiangqing Pavilion, and you didn't discuss it with you, you made your own assertions, you have recovered your own and should live a good life, why suffer for yourself." Originally, today's matter was also to help each other, if it weren't for the information and stories of Mr. Qin and Lan Zhou that you provided, it might not be possible tonight. Our family is a kind-hearted person, and when we see the kittens and dogs pitiful, we will also help. ”

"The slave family is good, and there is nowhere to go, and it may be unsustainable in the future, so I ask the son to take the slave family as a cat and a puppy."

The teasing of Purple Butterfly's words and the softness of her face made Zhen Feng regret it: "Little Lady Purple Butterfly, you misunderstood, you really misunderstood, the conditions of the Sancheng Jiangqing Pavilion that I mentioned to Mother He just now are nothing more than to make her unacceptable, not really asking for Sancheng, and Mother He can't give it." ”

Purple Butterfly seemed to have an understanding, her voice was like a thin mosquito, and she said shyly: "So, is it the condition that the son mentioned in order to save the slave family?" ”

The more this matter is explained, the more confusing it becomes, and the explanation is a cover-up, which is simply a confused account. He also wanted to do the last rescue, when a jealous voice sounded hard: "Shopkeeper, since the little lady has said this, you can take her in, we have all watched, you really took great pains for her!" ”

"Martin, what are you messing with, are you so jealous?" Zhen Feng just didn't get angry, and Martin hit the muzzle of the gun, just to divert his attention.

This was said very directly, Martin himself was embarrassed, he shouted: "Shopkeeper, don't lie to people, you are the one who ransomed the little lady of Purple Butterfly, yes or no?" People have nowhere to go now, they want to repay you, and they are all slaves and slaves, what do you want? ”

"Okay, you all don't quarrel, what kind of system." Aunt Wu came out of the backyard incognito: "Da Lang, we all understand what you mean, you are just helping others out of your heart, just like now Wangjiang Tower has taken in so many people." It's just that Zidie is also a hard-working person, she has been lonely since she was a child, this escape shows that she has not lost her nature, she has nowhere to go now, and she has provoked the General's Mansion outside, so you will take her in, it's just one more mouth. ”

Zhen Feng thought for a while and said: "Since the little lady of Purple Butterfly wants to repay this favor, I don't need you to be a slave or a maid, your expertise is in singing and music, so Wangjianglou will hire you as a Xixi musician to cultivate these children." I wondered, why does a good music art have to be linked to women, can't it be a very pure art? ”

Purple Butterfly cried with joy and nodded in agreement. She really only knows how to play musical instruments and songs, and then she serves men, but she doesn't know anything about firewood, rice, oil, salt, flies, and dogs. Zhen Feng chose spirit and neglected flesh and skin in the two areas she was good at, which made her even more grateful and inexplicable to Zhen Feng. As for what Zhen Feng said later, she was a little surprised, but in an instant, since ancient times, except for court sacrifices, music has largely been a carrier of romance?

Zhen Feng has a headache, why did he get into trouble with other people's little ladies. It's not that people aren't beautiful or from a dusty background, but Martin seems to like Purple Butterfly, isn't he doing this to snatch love for no reason? Just looking at Martin's sad and complaining eyes, like those lovelorn and aggrieved Maiba, he suddenly wanted to laugh again. The matter has come to this, and the body is not afraid of the shadow, what should I do.

Wangjianglou was busy preparing for the "Five Crowns Banquet", and Martin was trusted because of his outstanding performance, and was brought into the kitchen by Wu to help; Zhang Qu's performance was also loyal, and Zhantang asked him to help purchase raw materials; Purple Butterfly has just arrived, and she looks like she is busy with her work, and she tries her best to help in the backyard. Everything is carried out in an orderly manner, and it seems that the most leisurely person is Zhen Feng.

He leaned on the edge of the trunk on the third floor, quietly looking at the Qin Huai River. People can't step into the same river twice, just like when he first woke up and now, he is looking at the Qinhuai River, but they have two completely different feelings. At that time, he was used to eat with his face, and now he is holding a letter that someone else has forced in.

This is an invitation letter from Huangfu Gao Ming of the General's Mansion inviting him to go to Huajian Tower tomorrow night to participate in the "Winter Clothes Festival Poetry Meeting", which can also be understood as Huangfu Gao Ming's invisible revenge for his embarrassing encounter yesterday.

Fear generally stems from the unknown. Before this, Zhen Feng was afraid in his heart, people like Liu's mother could be treated as a vicious competitor in business, and Xia Xiaoniang could solve it in the Zhen family, but how to make up for the face that Huangfu Gao Ming lost in Jiangning City? He was waiting for the emperor's thunderous revenge, but in the end, he was waiting for an invitation from the wind and drizzle.

Purple Butterfly came to bring him water and chatted a few words, he was the first glimpse of the true face of the "Winter Clothes Festival Poetry Meeting". As the leader of the Qinhuai River, Huajian Lou organizes several Oiran selection activities every year, crowned with the name of "Poetry Club", so that talented and beautiful people can gather together, and from time to time there are good works and good stories to add luster to the Qinhuai River. The Winter Clothes Festival on the first day of October is one of the larger ones.

Every year on the first day of October, known as the "October Dynasty", it is the first day of winter. On this day, it is not only necessary to send winter clothes to sacrifice the dead for the winter, but also the day when the official family distributes winter clothes, so it is also called the "Winter Clothes Festival", and the Spring Qingming Festival, the Autumn Midyear Festival, and called the three major "ghost festivals" in the year. The sacrifice situation of the Zhou Dynasty described in the Book of Rites and the Lunar Order: with prey as sacrifices, the Son of Heaven sacrificed to the gods of the sun, moon and stars on the altar, sacrificed to the ancestors of the five generations in the gate, and at the same time comforted the peasants and promulgated a new work and rest system. The Winter Clothes Festival ceremony is generally carried out in the morning, which has evolved into a folk custom of adding clothes and blessings. The banks of the Qinhuai River took this as a guide to attract their own food and clothing.

Winter clothes festival poetry meeting, said to be a "poetry meeting", in fact, it is a "word meeting", the talented man in the audience with words to meet friends, limited word cards or themes, for the favorite lady to make poems and harmony, recommended by the master of the character, the beauty sang on the spot, since ancient times there is no first, so can only produce more prominent works under the synthesis. The beauty competes with singing and dancing skills on the stage, and performs the carefully prepared works on the spot, and gets the most rewards, the one with the highest voice wins, and each big festival will decide a "line head" from the many participating Oiran of the Qin Lou Chu Hall, becoming the first Ji in Jiangning, under normal circumstances, the "line head" is obtained by the flower building, and this year it should be the same if there is no accident.

Zhen Feng suddenly realized at this time, no wonder Mother He was so anxious, she came overnight last night, and she must have made a name for herself at the Winter Clothes Festival. She is indeed a person who is good at seizing opportunities, and in such activities, she can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

However, if you offend Huangfu Gaoming, you will inevitably incur a thunderous blow, and now Huangfu Gaoming wants to take herself to the Winter Clothes Festival Poetry Party, what do you want to do to yourself? It's a near-death trip.