"Huh? That's not Boss Lin! Seeing the man's face clearly from a short distance, Ye Chiwan couldn't help but flash a trace of excitement on his face, and he raised his foot to catch up.

Jiang Shu hurriedly raised his hand to hold her, took a closer look, and found that it was Lin Fangzhou, who sang Liu Mengmei in "The Story of Returning the Soul" that she listened to with her in Qinghui Garden in Yunju Temple Hutong in Zhengxifang a few days ago, and lowered his voice and said: "Look at him like that, he doesn't seem to be in a good mood, so don't go." ”

"It's all to blame on Wu Niang and Wu Sister!" Ye Chiwan immediately raised his little face to express his dissatisfaction, "People come to the mansion to sing in a dignified manner, why do they say so heavy things to others!" ”

"Then why do they say that?" Jiang Shu groaned slightly, and asked softly.

"It's not to ask for credit in front of my grandmother!" Ye Chiwan snorted lightly, "After the birthday banquet is over, if this meeting is successfully sung, they will definitely say that they have taken care of the people in the troupe in private, and they will sing to the fullest." ”

"I see." Although Jiang Shu didn't agree with this answer in his heart, he intuitively felt that there might be some secrets between Ye Xiyao, Yan Wujiao, and Lin Fangzhou, but he felt that it was better not to say anything about Ye Chiwan, a brainless girl who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun.

"Alright, let's go back first." Ye Chiwan didn't know what she was thinking about, and tried to keep her expression back, shaking her head and sighing.

"You don't want to watch the people in the troupe costume?" Jiang Shu asked suspiciously.

"Boss Lin is not here, what else is there to see," Ye Chi frowned and said in a smug manner, "It's better to go back to the table and eat halva and eat melon seeds." ”

"......" Jiang Shu was speechless for a moment.

In this state, you can still think of eating, and foodies deserve to be foodies.

After a pause, she nodded slowly: "Then let's go." ”

The two walked around the stage to the position of the banquet in front, looked among the seats, and found a seat where Zhu Changxun and them were located in the shade of the tree on the side, and went directly.

At this time, there were already four people sitting in this seat: Zhu Changxun, Zhu Changhao, Yu Jinghuan, and Yu Jingrong, and there were still four vacant seats left.

They greeted the four of them in turn, and sat down next to each other.

Just sat down, but I heard a crisp male voice not far away that had not yet subsided: "Sixth brother, look, the third brother and the fifth brother are both over there, let's go and sit down." ”

Several people looked up at the same time when they heard this, but they saw that next to a stone lamp about two feet away from their seats, Zhu Changying, who was wearing a dark blue round-necked robe, was pulling Zhu Changrun, who was blue and straight, with one hand and pointing to this side with the other.

"Chang Run, Chang Ying, come here!" Zhu Changhao immediately raised his hand and waved at the two.

Zhu Changrun's gaze swept slightly over Yu Jingrong's lovely little face, nodded slightly, let Zhu Changying lead him, and strode over.

After sitting in the only two seats with Zhu Changying, he turned his head to look at Yu Jingrong, who was sitting across from Yu Jinghuan, with a little nostalgia in his deep eyes.

Yu Jingrong's complexion changed suddenly, and he immediately turned his head sideways to avoid his gaze.

Zhu Changrun looked at her resolute silhouette, and a trace of loss flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly suppressed again, tried to squeeze out a faint smile, and moved his gaze to Zhu Changxun opposite: "Third brother, if you have time, go into the palace to see the imperial grandmother, she is old, and I always hope that our juniors can accompany her more, and I have been thinking about you these days." ”