Chapter 334: Down and Out

"Then it will be as you wish. I will be expelled." Chen Mingan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Tsk tsk, at this moment, Zhu Huaizhen looked at Chen Mingan with full sympathy.

The Old Lady and Mrs. Chen, one is the grandmother and the other is the aunt. No matter how vicious they are, Chen Ming'an, as a humble gentleman, will not feel any resentment, but will only be extremely disappointed.

So Chen Ming'an took Zhu Huaizhen and left the Duke Dingguo's Mansion.

As for that group of actors, Zhu Huaizhen originally wanted to disband them.

However, the actor knew very well that he could only live a good life by following Princess Ronghua, so he was unwilling to settle down there.

Forget it, a group of actors followed Zhu Huaizhen in a grand procession. This dilapidated scene simply gave people more topics to talk about.

Sure enough, those who once envied the prosperous life of Duke Dingguo's Mansion now point fingers at Chen Ming'an.

Chen Mingan pretended to be deaf and dumb, dressed in white, still a gentleman.

Zhu Huaizhen felt that she understood. Princess Pingyang asked her to keep the promise. She was probably worried that Chen Ming'an would lose his gentlemanly nature once he fell into disgrace.

"Chen Mingan, I heard that there is a Wuyi Lane in Jinling. Let's move there." Zhu Huaizhen smiled like a flower, his eyes moving.

"Wuyi Lane? Really, are we in decline?" Chen Mingan shook his head and laughed.

The people living in Wuyi Lane are either rich or noble.

"It's already in decline, so it's better to stay in Tinglou's splendor." Zhu Huaizhen nodded repeatedly.

Indeed, Liuting Tower is the red building of the Duke Dingguo's Mansion. It was built under the supervision of the first Duke Dingguo and has been improved by successive Dukes of Dingguo. It is of extraordinary significance.

Sometimes, Chen Mingan would also fall into doubt, wondering if he had already decided on Zhu Huaizhen and placed Zhu Huaizhen in Liuting Tower, but he was not sure how to deal with his feelings.

Ahem, what Zhu Huaizhen called being down and out was just that his house was small and old.

As usual, she reclined on a black lacquered, gold-painted beauty couch surrounded by scrolls of poetry and paintings, fanning herself with a rosewood handle embroidered with a pomegranate, cat, and butterfly pattern, moving her hand up and down like a Persian cat, listening to "Peach Blossom Fan."

Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.

Oh, and there’s also a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.

Of course, Chen Mingan listened to "Wall Horse" again.

Afraid of dew startling the sleeping birds, the wind ruffles the courtyard locust trees. Behold the Milky Way slanting across the steps, unmoved by the wispy dust. Moon, you are as thin as a bow, half a toad, yet bright as a mirror, reflecting the universe, yet cold as ice, soaking the twelve celestial peaks. Forbidden from the auspicious mist, I offer my deepest worship to the full moon. It's convenient for you, and it's not a hindrance to me. Deeply worship you, Chang'e, for not being jealous of your beauty, how dare you remain shrouded in mist and cloud for even a moment.

"Your Highness, Mr. Chen, the old lady and Madam Chen, something seems to have happened." Tu Mi whispered.

"I'm already in a state of poverty and can't do anything about it." Chen Mingan hesitated for a moment.

"Are you really not going to care? Let's go and take a look. Anyway, you can just watch someone die without helping." Zhu Huaizhen held up his rosy cheeks and watched the fun without minding the trouble.