In fact, Liu Changqing also wants to know. But his mother told him that on such occasions, the son of a merchant could only stand out from the crowd and never attract the attention of these big men.

If the merchants don't give gifts and don't attend, it will make the prince think that they are holding a shelf, and they can cause disaster for no reason. But if he is noticed at the banquet, he will definitely become a fat sheep to be slaughtered, and he doesn't know what good things will be exploited.

If it weren't for the fact that the only one in Yuncheng who could hold this kind of banquet was Fumanlou, he could only turn the crisis into a business opportunity, and Liu Jia didn't want to show his face in front of such big people.

But the merchant's son only asked what was in everyone's minds.

They all looked at the carriage curiously, thinking that Jing Gongzi should get out of this luxurious and wide royal carriage, but after Ning Xiu went down, the coachman left.

Everyone's heads watched the carriage go away, wondering where the owner of this birthday banquet was.

"Behind, in the back!"

Someone whispered.

Everyone looked at the other side of the long street.

A small carriage stopped behind, as if it did not dare to trespass, for a long distance, and only then stopped at the gate of Fuman Building.

This is exactly the carriage that Jing Gongzi takes to go to the school on weekdays.

The maid in Wangxue Xuan jumped out of the car, brought a stool, lifted the curtain, and Jing Gongzi came down slowly.

This snow-white costume made everyone's eyes shine.

The catchers standing on the very edge were a little confused.

On the day the prince entered Yuncheng, he clearly saw that this dress was blackened and damaged by the brazier, and he should not be able to wear it anymore. But at this time, the clothes are as clean as new, could it be that all the things you see that day are phantoms?

But I heard the whispered boasting of the son of the Lin family from the school: "This Jinhe snow dress is carefully designed by the embroidery lady in the shop, and it is made of high-quality snow silk!" Brother Jing accidentally baked the back hem to brown and blackened when he was roasting, and the embroidery girl didn't sleep for three days before it was repaired, but she felt sorry for this dress. You see, this is much whiter, and Brother Jing's long snow-like hair ......"

His mouth was covered by someone else, who prevented him from continuing.

In the queue of businessmen, everyone else cast a light of envy at Boss Lin, and Boss Lin raised his head and looked proud.

The front of the Jinhe snow dress is made of yellow sin-colored filament, delicately embroidered with He Miao embroidery, if Jing Gongzi returns to Luoyang to be crowned and knighted, it can become a twelve-chapter pattern with only a slight change in embroidery. In order to design this dress, the embroidery girl imagined that her hair was gray.

At this moment, it really attracted everyone's attention.

It's a pity that the sun sets early in winter, and if it's under the sun during the day, the ears of wheat will shine!

Everyone was attracted by this dress, and few people noticed the expression on Jing Gongzi's face.

He got out of the car slowly.

His face has always been very white, and he can be frighteningly white without gouache, perhaps to cater to such a scene, his cheeks and lips are painted with rouge, and the red is blurred, and he is a little happy. At the end of the eye, the light shines through the orange oiled paper attached to the lantern, adding a sense of beauty.

It is said that Jing Gongzi is the first beauty in the city, no wonder he will make countless girls in the city fall for him!

He swept the crowd with pale amber eyes, his face calm without a hint of waves.

I saw a lot of people I didn't know, and I also saw familiar strangers.

But after living in Yuncheng for more than ten years, these people only remember what they look like, and they haven't even said a word, let alone their names.

It turned out that Prince Ji was able to invite so many people related to him.

But he didn't recognize him.

He bowed down to everyone without sorrow or joy, and walked slowly and gracefully towards Prince Ji.

The prince Ji in front waited for such a while, but he was already impatient, hiding his hands in his sleeves, tilting his head to look at him, as if he wanted to urge him to hurry up.

Jing Gongzi noticed his face, and there was no more emotion, he walked forward quickly, bowed down and said, "Lord Wang, please." ”

It's the king, not the father.

As Tong Ningxiu said that day, before he was recognized by the temple, he was just a commoner.

Prince Ji didn't let him go first because today was Jing Gongzi's birthday, and when he heard him say this, he took his hands and walked up the stairs first.

Jing Gongzi was dressed in fancy clothes and followed closely, and the rest of the people waited for this to go upstairs.

This time and again, a group of people stepped on the staircase loudly.

Liu Jia hid beside him, observing everything, and suddenly rejoiced that Song Zhizhang had made such a fuss.

If the bus shop didn't come to repair the roof, she wouldn't have thought about renovating the private room and reinforcing the stairs.

Who would have thought that this group of people would run up and down after eating!

It's annoying!

The banquet has finally begun.

The maids all wore brocade clothes, and the fish came in to serve food to everyone.

The prince said some words, and then asked the county commander to say some words, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After that, Jing Gongzi should have said something, but Ning Xiu interrupted him, and the prince and himself were not obsessed, so this paragraph was fooled.

Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not, and no one cares.

Everyone happily raised their glasses and drank to celebrate Jing Gongzi's twenty years old, and cleverly avoided the topic of his identity. This blessing was passed by one stroke, and then it became a flattery to the prince of Ji and the county order.

The brazier has long been baked, and even if the window on the other side of Nanchang Street is open for the performance, the second floor is still warm.

People from the palace and the county government have been to the private room, and they know that they don't need to wear too many cotton clothes, but a few poor people in the school have never been here, and the clothes they wear are a little too hot.

Tang Zhuangyuan planned to go to the toilet and take off the sweater inside, and the scholar next to him also went with him when he saw it.

As a result, the scholar named Zhao Hao came out with a sweater, but saw Tang Zhuangyuan come out empty-handed. His hand was injured, and he wrapped it in sackcloth to relieve the pain, and before he could hold it, he accidentally dropped his sweater into the pit.

Zhao Hao was very honest and distressed for him: "How is this good?" Brother Yuan's sweater is made of tiger skin, which is very expensive. ”

This Zhao Hao is also the son of a farmer, from Mowu Village, and he has never seen anything. Tang Zhuangyuan said that this was made by washing the color of the tiger skin and then weaving it by a special method, so he believed it alone.

Tang Zhuangyuan rubbed his sore slap and corrected: "How many times have you said it, don't call me Brother Yuan, call me Zhuangyuan!" ”

Zhao Haohan said yes.

Tang Zhuangyuan turned his head and instructed Xiao Er, telling him to pick it up, wash it and send it back to the school. Seeing that he was a scholar, Xiao Er didn't dare to slack off, so he did as he was told.

My hand hurts so badly, it looks like I stepped on it really badly yesterday.

Tomorrow morning, when the medical hall opens, I have to go to a doctor.

When the two returned to the feast, the singers had finished singing, and the orchids began to dance. The sound of the music is accompanied by exotic dances, which are very strange.

The big guy was happy to see it, but Lord Ji yawned.

In the past few days, he has been in Lanfang Pavilion, not only watching the songs and dances of the beauties, but also touching them from beginning to end. It's really not interesting for him to look at these things again at this time.