His family's little Fujin, casually gave him a copper unicorn paperweight, which was all from the Tang Dynasty.

casually gave him a piece of ink as a birthday gift, it was all Shezhou Li Mo, or the famous and only one pair of Tongshou Tongxin ink in the world.

She just often goes to the antique shop with Wuge to pick up antiques, and the silver on the books of the East Third Institute has changed from the original 4,000 taels to 35,000 taels.

Although he felt that it was really unseemly for the prince Fujin to secretly make a living by selling antiques, Xiao Fujin was quite interested in doing it, and he knew how to do it, and he never showed his face, so he turned a blind eye and didn't know anything.

Tong Jia Muzhen's luck in betting on the treasure is probably a little insufficient in front of his family Fujin.

The fourth master drank tea, and his thoughts turned a thousand times.

I was still worried a moment ago, lest Xiao Fujin come to join in the fun; For a moment, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if Chu Xian came; After a moment, there was some irritability, and a nameless fire rose.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a commotion in the crowd outside.

There was a lot of movement, and even Kangxi couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the street.

The commotion in the crowd became bigger and bigger, and all the dignitaries and nobles in the private rooms on both sides, the second ancestor of the gentleman, and the literati Qingliu were a little curious, and they all turned their heads to look at the street.

Chu Xian, who was sitting on the first floor, also stretched her neck and looked out: "What's wrong?" Just now, there was no place to stand when people were crowded, so why did they spontaneously give way now? ”

Chu Xian looked back at Wuge violently, and her liver thumped: "Brother! It shouldn't be the emperor! ”

"What are you thinking?" Wuge took a piece of dim sum and stuffed it into his mouth: "The emperor's holy car is still dozens of miles away from the capital, and he can't enter the city until this evening." ”

"But the streets are already crowded like that, if it weren't for the emperor, who else would have the ability to make thousands of people make a way?"

Wuge thought for a moment, frowned and replied, "There is a person." ”

Chu Xian was surprised, a little incredulous: "The champion of the betting conference, Tong Jia Muzhen." ”

After thinking about her plan, Chu Xian looked at the five grids: "Fourth brother, you are so powerful." "I just asked you to help build momentum for Tong Jia Muzhen, so that when she appears, more people will praise her. I didn't expect you to be able to do it so realistically. ”

"I didn't do it, I'm still going to do it." Wuge shook his head: "This is Tong Jia Muzhen's own influence in the capital. ”

This is surprising.

Today, those who can sit in private rooms and watch the play are all the nobles at the top level in Beijing.

Those people standing on the street outside, just grab a handful, and you can catch at least two rich and noble, and three who are either rich or noble.

These people can willingly give Tong Jia Muzhen a way, it seems that Tong Jia Muzhen has two brushes, not in vain.

Soon, Chu Xian was even more surprised.

She heard the sound of horses' hooves and the clattering of wooden wheels.

Two quarters of an hour ago, when she came, the carriage was stuck in the interface and could not get in, so it went around the back street.

There are more people at this time, and it is more crowded, but these people are willing to make way for Tong Jia Muzhen's carriage?

This little girl is really not simple.

The sound of horses' hooves and the chirping of cars came from far and near, and Chu Xian saw flower petals spilling out of the window across the street.

She looked out closely, and most of the people in the private room she could see were doing the same.

"Scattering flower petals? What are they doing here? ”

"Flowers open the way," Wuge shrugged: "In ancient times, there were melons throwing cars, and now there are petals to open the way." This is the weight of Tong Jia Muzhen in the hearts of the children of Beijing. ”