Wuxia: After sixteen years in retreat, I started to sign in

Baihualou, this is the residence of the famous Huamanlou

“Hua Qitong, here I come alone, hurry up and pick her up!”

Before the people arrive, the voice arrives first.

Inside Baihualou, Huamanlou was sitting on a huanghuali wood table drinking tea. Hearing this sound, he gently put the teacup on the table, opened the folding fan, and shook it gently.

“Caixia, tell Huaping, go to Yipinju and settle down at a table to wait for the banquet.”

“Hehe, young master, don’t worry. The son’s voice is so loud, Huaping must have heard it.”

The maid on the side covered her mouth and laughed while answering Hua Manlou’s words. Like remembering something happy.

“Well, you Huaqitong, you dare not come out to greet this son when he arrives. What should you do?”

As soon as the words were finished, Zhu Houcan had already walked to the door of the room, looked at Huamanlou and said with a smile.

Hua Manlou shook his head and smiled and said, “If you fail to welcome your son, you will be punished with three glasses of wine.”

Zhu Houcan curled his lips, took a sip of the tea poured by the maid, and said with a smile, “Three glasses of wine? It’s a good idea. Disrespect to the clan is a felony.”

“What kind of flowers do you want to bring this time?” Hua Manlou didn’t take Zhu Houcan’s cruel words to heart, but said.