On Li Shen's desk, on the still-dry scroll, within the courtyard of the Liuxiang Tavern last night, the sky filled with sky-high lanterns, the trees ablaze with vibrant lights, seemed frozen in time between the paper and ink. In the center of the scroll, the dancer in flowing skirts, the silhouette in white clothes as white as snow, and the joyful company of the "servants" in the courtyard, all captured Tang Chen's vision and feelings last night.

“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful!”

Li Shen smiled and said, "When the ink dries, you can take it away."

The longer Tang Chen stared at the painting, the more she loved it. Whenever she felt this way, she wanted to sigh. Although she objected to children being forced to attend various tutoring classes and interest classes from a young age, preventing them from playing freely, she had to agree that people with special skills were enviable and respected.

"Mr. Li, thank you so much!"

Li Shen said with a smile: "Miss, you are too polite. You get what you pay for."

"Next time I have this kind of business, I will definitely look for you again!"

"Then I am here, thank you first."

When Li Shen's troupe left Liuxiang Tavern, the painting was already hanging above Tang Chen's bed. If it weren't for the painting, Tang Chen suspected he would have forgotten even this memory.

For a period of time after Wang Yanzhou's birthday, Tang Chen even had some doubts, really doubts, whether the person he saw that night was the one in front of him, the one who never spoke more than three words to him and had a expressionless face.

While exploring Wang Yanzhou's room, Tang Chen discovered the flute she had given him earlier in a small corner. To be honest, she was a little sad when she found it. In her imagination, he should have carefully kept the first gift she gave him. This action was really heartbreaking, wasn't it?

"Boss, how about I teach you a song?"

"I have no objection."

In high school, Tang Chen took flute lessons for a while to help regulate her mood. But she only knew a little bit; she couldn't even change keys. But to be cool, she spent a long time learning "Spring River Moonlit Night." It was the only piece she could play in its entirety without looking at the sheet music.

After the song ended, Tang Chen almost died. This story tells us that if you don't practice a musical instrument for a while, it will abandon you without hesitation: "How is it?"

"Fine."

"Lengmo, I'm going to go play with Huahua."

"Go ahead."

Tang Chen placed the flute on the table with an indifferent look on his face and left. Wang Yanzhou glanced at it, slowly put down the book in his hand, picked up the flute and walked to the bedside.

He had carefully hidden this thing in a secret compartment under the bed, and he hadn't paid much attention to it when Tang Chen was rummaging through it. He hadn't expected her to be so capable, and actually find it. Her tendency to mess around, he didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

Although Tang Chen said that he was going to the Princess's Mansion to find Zhang Xiaohua, in fact, after leaving the door of Liuxiang Tavern, he went in the completely opposite direction of the Princess's Mansion.

In the bustling city, Tang Chen approached a calligraphy and painting shop that had just opened. Although the shop was not particularly large, its scale was still one of the largest in Qinghe County.

As soon as Tang Chen walked in, the shopkeeper Liu Yong, who was greeting customers in the shop, put down his work and hurried over to greet him: "Shopkeeper, you are here!"

Tang Chen nodded and said, "Well, come and take a look. Are all the things I asked you to prepare ready?"

"Alright, alright, follow me, boss!"

The first floor of this calligraphy and painting shop sold paintings and calligraphy by famous artists, purchased through various channels. The second floor offered elegant items such as brushes, inkstones, paper, jade, and jewelry. Tang Chen had also reserved some space in the shop for ancient books and classics, as well as tables and chairs for reading and tea. Recently, Tang Chen had withdrawn a considerable amount of money from the bank and had them use it to purchase a number of musical instruments and other items for the shop.

Liu Yong used to make a living selling calligraphy and paintings, and he had his own connections, so he could get good things at low prices. It had to be said that Tang Chen had made a good decision to keep this person. "Not bad, not bad. How's business been these days?"

"Thanks to the manager's advice, business is booming!"

Tang Chen saw that the shop, though crowded, was quiet and knew his previous decision was correct. Qinghe County was, after all, one of the fiefs of the Qinghe Princess, and it was a wealthy place. With so many wealthy people, naturally most people would want to improve their own and their families' literary accomplishments. Although opening this shop wouldn't make a lot of money, it would provide a good living. "Qinghe is indeed a place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery. I said that opening a bookstore would definitely be a good investment."

"It is the chief shopkeeper who has foresight."

Tang Chen felt a little embarrassed when Liu Yong called him "big boss." But after careful consideration, he realized he had gotten a great bargain. This building originally belonged to the Liu family. If they hadn't been forced into a desperate situation, they wouldn't have sold the property at such a low price.

After Tang Chen paid for the building, he gave the Liu family a lot of extra money so that they could use it to pay off their debts first. Although he couldn't pay off all the debts, he still did the Liu family a great favor: "Don't brag. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't be able to afford such a big place, nor would I be able to live so leisurely."

When talking about this, Liu Yong felt a little sad. Although his Liu family was not a wealthy family, they could still live a comfortable life with calligraphy and painting. If it weren't for his unlucky son who made a fool of himself and was cheated by the gambling house, how could he have fallen to the point of selling his family income and having to work for others?

Fortunately, we met someone like Tang Chen. Otherwise, we would have been helpless. "Alas, if the head shopkeeper hadn't helped us that day, my family would have been homeless and wouldn't have been able to keep the family business and make money."

Tang Chen knew a little about the Liu family's past. It was the gambling house that had been the scapegoat. Liu Yong's youngest son, Liu Weian, had been kind enough to help a woman who had sold herself to bury her father. Unexpectedly, the woman had ended up owing the gambling house a large sum of money. Before the matter could be fully resolved, she had already fled. The gambling house couldn't find Liu Weian, so they simply said that since Liu Weian had paid for the woman's father's burial, they should cover the cost. The case was brought to the government, and no one knew what the verdict was...

"Speaking of which, what happened to your money?"

Liu Yong looked at his eldest son and daughter-in-law who were greeting customers in the store and shook his head slightly: "It's still a little short, but according to the current situation, we can breathe a sigh of relief."

"That's good. Okay, go and greet the guests first, I'll just come and take a look around, don't worry about me."

"yes."