Ning Chen loves his wife

Chapter 792
Jing Rong nodded slightly. "Find someone to take us there, you stay and take care of the Fourth Prince."

"No." Qingjiu responded, and went downstairs with Jing Rong and Zhuo Nan.

He called the servant who followed him before and ordered him to lead the way to the special wing on the third floor.

Along the way, the servant kept secretly looking at Jing Rong and Zhuo Nan with his eyes, guessing their identities, so that the master treated them so courteously, like servants.

The special box to go to is empty all year round, and he has never led anyone in, this is the first time!
When I walked out of the backyard and walked through the corridor, I started to meet people one after another.

Zhuo Nan followed closely beside Jing Rong, calmly meeting the strange gazes of others.

The boy who led the way was a slave in front of Qingjiu, but he became a master in front of other people, and others greeted him and saluted him on his own initiative along the way.

Before reaching the lobby of the front hall, loud noises, yelling, and teasing sounds came from my ears... All kinds of voices were mixed together, and the sounds entered my ears, making Zhuo Nan frown slightly.

Such a deafening and noisy sound, I really don't know how the high-ranking officials and nobles who set foot here can bear it, singing and singing every night, all night long.

She couldn't help but look sideways at Jing Rong, seeing that his cold expression didn't seem to be affected in any way.

The two of them followed the young man and finally came to the lobby.

Zhuo Nan's indifferent eyes swept slightly, and he had a panoramic view of the entire lobby.

There was no one in the hall except the stage, and the audience was full of wine tables. Groups of guests hugged the half-dressed woman and chatted loudly, chatting and drinking wine.

There are all kinds of guests.

The woman in their arms is heavily made up, and so is the young lady, obviously the most inferior red lady in Tianxiang Pavilion.

These guests had no scruples, and they randomly pressed the woman in their arms in one place in the public, looking for fun.

The louder the booing of people around them is, the more exciting and exciting they feel.

Unrestrained, unsightly.

The servant led them up the stairs to attract the attention of others.

Maybe it's because the servant's status in Tianxiang Pavilion is not low, everyone knows him, and no guest dares to step forward to stop others and make trouble.

After successfully going up to the second floor, the scene is much more beautiful.The private rooms separated by screens are full of wealthy lords and scholars with a little status.

A table happened to be exposed under Zhuo Nan's nose.

The girls sitting next to the guests are all good-looking and eloquent.It's like an ordinary gathering of poetry friends.

Zhuo Nan glanced away and continued to go up to the third floor.

The third floor is a box.

Once the door is closed, the doors and windows are tightly closed, so naturally nothing can be seen.

Behind these doors are all well-known high-ranking officials and nobles and playboys in the capital.

The servant led Zhuo Nan and Jing Rong to the middle box, and pushed open the door.Signal Zhuo Nan and the others to enter first.

Zhuo Nan walked in and opened a window at will.It is condescending to find that the view here is the best, and the stage directly below is the stage.No matter from which angle you look at it, you can have a panoramic view of the people in the lobby.

"You don't need any incense, and you don't need to serve snacks or drinks. Leave." Jing Rong ordered from behind.

Zhuo Nan turned his head, looked at the servant nodding in fear and trepidation, closed the door and left.

There is a table and some chairs just beside the window, so that it is convenient to watch the stage below.

After Zhuo Nan picked a chair by the window and sat down, he watched Jing Rong approaching and complained, "Why don't you let him serve snacks and tea? I'm a little hungry."

"Hold on, you really have a good appetite looking at those filthy people down there." Then he sat opposite Zhuo Nan, and glanced casually through the window at the unrestrained ants below.

Zhuo Nan: "..."

"Is this also one of the properties of the Blood Fiend Sect?" Zhuo Nan looked at Jing Rong and asked.

"En." Jing Rong responded lightly, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. "But on the surface, the master behind the scenes is the Fifth Prince."

Zhuo Nan: '...'

Suddenly there was a booing sound from below, Zhuo Nan leaned on the window curiously and looked down, a woman covered with a red veil came up on the stage, dancing with the sound of the piano, every dance was full of charm force.

Zhuo Nan glanced at it without interest, retracted his head and lay down on the table.

Jing Rong glanced at her and asked, "Why didn't you watch it?"

Zhuo Nan said listlessly: "It's boring, it's not as good as Qingwu dancing."

There was a howl of wolves downstairs immediately, denying Zhuo Nan's words.

Zhuo Nan: "..." He said contemptuously in his heart; if these men saw Qing Wu, they would swallow her alive!
He raised his head and tapped the table with his fingers, looked at Jing Rong and asked, "Didn't Yan Huichun say to watch some good show? When will it be staged?" After speaking, he yawned. "I'm going to go back and rest after watching it, and tomorrow I have to go to the Dieyu Bank to do some shopping.

By the way, how to deal with the fourth prince?

Deliberately changing his appearance means not killing him. Do you still want to raise him for the rest of your life? "

The corner of Jing Rong's lips curled into a strange evil smile. "You'll see what happens to him right away. Ask now, and you'll have a lot less fun when you get to the theater."

Zhuo Nan: "...Okay, you're right, I'll just wait, anyway, it's not too late." Thinking of something, he suddenly asked: "The one dancing next is a dancer?"

Jing Rong shook his head. "That's Qing Guan from the first night of tonight's auction." As soon as the words were finished, the sound of the piano hadn't stopped, and the voice of bidding came from below.

Zhuo Nan became interested again, leaning on the window and watching the guests in the lobby bidding against each other, their ears were red and their necks were thick.

There was no movement on the second and third floors.

However, as the amount of money went up in the later stage, and the number of guests shouting prices in the lobby became less and less, the guests on the second floor began to compete for bids.

The guests in the lobby began to give up one after another.

Until the sudden bidding in a private room on the third floor, all the guests on the second floor suddenly fell silent collectively and did not dare to bid again.

The overall situation has been decided. After Qing Guan stepped down from the stage, he was directly sent to the box on the third floor where the price was called.

Zhuo Nan stared at the door of the box which opened and closed, thoughtfully.

Because the male voice calling the price just now was clearly the personal servant of a certain minister.

She has excellent hearing and has a photographic memory. With this voice, she recognized the identity of the owner of the box.

Sitting back on the chair, looking at Jing Rong with a strange expression, he said: "The person in the box must be Mei Shangshu." Mei Shangshu is the father of San Yiniang, Zhuo Qing's grandfather, and often sends servants to the Prime Minister's Mansion to deliver letters.And the man who called the price just now is the servant who often goes to the prime minister's mansion to send letters!
"En." Jing Rong responded lightly, but there was no response.

Zhuo Nan muttered to himself: "Mei Shangshu is probably five or sixty years old, right? He's not ashamed to come here to play at such an old age."

Jing Rong glanced at Zhuo Nan and said, "It's common for an eighty-year-old man to marry a sixteen-year-old girl. What kind of mind are you talking about?"

At this time, there was another commotion from below, Jing Rong glanced casually and said, "The show has begun."

(End of this chapter)