After Feng Chen got up and thanked the two girls, he asked in a low voice: "I don't know how the girl knows how to get to the Lu Mansion in Jiangning City?" The fierce looking sister said angrily: "What are you looking for Lu Mansion for!" Feng Chen was about to open his mouth to explain that his blunt sword was taken by the guards at the city gate, when he saw two people who looked like family members ran into the pavilion, holding two very thick oil-paper umbrellas in their hands and said: "Eldest Miss, Second Miss, the master is in a hurry to call you two back to the house." www.biquge.info"As soon as the official's voice fell, I saw a delicate and luxurious carriage parked outside the pavilion, and Feng Chen thought that he would not have a chance to see this girl in the future, so he was a little lonely and lowered his head, but who knew that the big-eyed sister shouted at Feng Chen: "Childe, thank you!" The sister beside her was so angry that she put down the small window of the carriage.

As soon as the two girls left, an uncle stood in front of Feng Chen and said with emotion: "The son is really a blessing, he can even meet the daughter of the Lu Mansion on the street." Feng Chen's face was stunned: "What is the daughter of the Lu Mansion? I don't know who you are talking about?" The old man pointed to the carriage that had just galloped out not far and said, "Those two are the daughters of the Lu Mansion." Feng Chen hurriedly asked: "Uncle, do you know that this Lord Lu has a son in his family?" The old man scratched his head and thought about it suspiciously, and whispered: "This Lord Lu has a son, but he looks very different from him, and he is not like Mrs. Lu. Feng Chen rolled his eyes and nodded, sighed and changed the topic: "This Jiangning City has been investigated too harshly recently, and he can't even bring in an iron nail. The old man covered his mouth: "Childe, you can speak carefully, don't talk about iron nails, as long as it is a slightly larger iron item, it will be confiscated by Master Lu, it is said that it is to refine an iron gate Dunjia to protect this Jiangning city outside the city from being extinguished." Feng Chen smiled and said, "This old man really has such great ability. The old man saw that the sky was getting darker and the rain had stopped, so he sent the dust away and prepared to leave.

Feng Chen suddenly felt a little hungry, so he took advantage of the rain to quickly run to the small tavern on the street to find a place next to the window and sit down, and the shopkeeper greeted warmly: "This master, what do you want?" Feng Chen stretched out his hand and put the broken silver on his waist on the table: "Give me a pot of wine, and a few more side dishes." The shopkeeper shouted happily: "Okay! Childe, wait for a moment." After speaking, the shopkeeper ran to the back kitchen with the broken silver, and didn't wait long before holding a small pot of warm wine in front of Feng Chen: "Childe, this is the best ten-year peach blossom wine here, and drinking it guarantees that you will be fluttering." After saying that, he covered his mouth and snickered and ran away. Feng Chen didn't think so, put the pot of wine on the tip of his nose and smelled it: "What kind of good wine should I be, this peach blossom wine has only been brewed for three or five years." When the shopkeeper heard this, he ran angrily from the back kitchen to Feng Chen, and snatched the wine jar: "You don't know how to taste wine, so don't drink it!" Feng Chen smiled and waved his hand: "If there is still good wine, just bring it," said a few pieces of broken silver on the table, and the shopkeeper smiled like a flower, squinted and smiled: "Childe, if you are so generous, then I will take out the good wine that the shopkeeper has kept for many years and give you a bowl to taste." Feng Chen listened to the light rain outside, and looked at the people in the tavern in a hurry, but there were also many customers coming and going in the tavern.

After he was full of wine and food, Feng Chen beckoned the shopkeeper to his side and whispered, "You Jiang Ning would rather have a cheaper inn?" The shopkeeper looked at Feng Chen strangely: "Childe was generous just now, how can this inn still be so good?" Feng Chen smiled and said: "Just find a quiet and clean inn." The shopkeeper knocked his head and said, "There are some small inns next to Flower Street, which can be regarded as the cheapest small inns." As soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, Feng Chen staggered to his feet, put down all the broken silver on the table and said, "Thank you, little brother, farewell!"

Feng Chen's body was full of wine, but his steps were quite steady, and soon he inquired all the way to the flower alley, and just walked to the mouth of the alley and smelled a choking smell of rouge gouache, and then looked up, hanging down from the platform on the second floor of thousands of ribbons and curtains, Feng Chen turned around again, and a young and beautiful girl hugged herself: "Childe, please on the façade!" Feng Chen just followed her into the small attic, only to hear the door 'bang' slammed shut.

Feng Chen suddenly felt a little hungry, so he took advantage of the rain to quickly run to the small tavern on the street to find a place next to the window and sit down, and the shopkeeper greeted warmly: "This master, what do you want?" Feng Chen stretched out his hand and put the broken silver on his waist on the table: "Give me a pot of wine, and a few more side dishes." The shopkeeper shouted happily: "Okay! Childe, wait for a moment." After speaking, the shopkeeper ran to the back kitchen with the broken silver, and didn't wait long before holding a small pot of warm wine in front of Feng Chen: "Childe, this is the best ten-year peach blossom wine here, and drinking it guarantees that you will be fluttering." After saying that, he covered his mouth and snickered and ran away. Feng Chen didn't think so, put the pot of wine on the tip of his nose and smelled it: "What kind of good wine should I be, this peach blossom wine has only been brewed for three or five years." When the shopkeeper heard this, he ran angrily from the back kitchen to Feng Chen, and snatched the wine jar: "You don't know how to taste wine, so don't drink it!" Feng Chen smiled and waved his hand: "If there is still good wine, just bring it," said a few pieces of broken silver on the table, and the shopkeeper smiled like a flower, squinted and smiled: "Childe, if you are so generous, then I will take out the good wine that the shopkeeper has kept for many years and give you a bowl to taste." Feng Chen listened to the light rain outside, and looked at the people in the tavern in a hurry, but there were also many customers coming and going in the tavern.

After he was full of wine and food, Feng Chen beckoned the shopkeeper to his side and whispered, "You Jiang Ning would rather have a cheaper inn?" The shopkeeper looked at Feng Chen strangely: "Childe was generous just now, how can this inn still be so good?" Feng Chen smiled and said: "Just find a quiet and clean inn." The shopkeeper knocked his head and said, "There are some small inns next to Flower Street, which can be regarded as the cheapest small inns." As soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, Feng Chen staggered to his feet, put down all the broken silver on the table and said, "Thank you, little brother, farewell!"

Feng Chen's body was full of wine, but his steps were quite steady, and soon he inquired all the way to the flower alley, and just walked to the mouth of the alley and smelled a choking smell of rouge gouache, and then looked up, hanging down from the platform on the second floor of thousands of ribbons and curtains, Feng Chen turned around again, and a young and beautiful girl hugged herself: "Childe, please on the façade!" Feng Chen just followed her into the small attic, only to hear the door 'bang' slammed shut.