Song Garden is full of flowers.
In Jincheng, only the Song family can organize a flower-viewing banquet during the dead of winter.
Shen Qingyu leaned on the wooden railing of the waterside pavilion, holding fish food in her hand, and casually sprinkled it into the pond.
Below, red, yellow, and black koi carp swam in groups.
The water splashed and made a splashing sound.
Faint sounds of string and wind instruments could be heard through the water.
Shen Qingyu: "What's all the commotion over there now?"
The servant reported, "There is a banquet at the Garden of Flowers today. The opera troupe is probably making preparations."
Shen Qingyu twitched the corner of her mouth.
He threw all the fish food in his hand into the water.
"Another banquet. The Song family is really rich. There are frozen corpses on the road, while the rich feast on meat and wine behind their gates. How many people have frozen to death in Jincheng with these consecutive heavy snowfalls?"
The servant kept his head down, not daring to utter a sound.
Shen Qingyu: "Fine, since the banquet has started, I'll go take a look and see just how awful it is."
Servant: "Sixth Young Master said that today's banquet is not very enjoyable. He wants you to rest and recuperate in the garden."
Shen Qingyu raised an eyebrow.
"He does think of me."
Having said that, he beckoned to the servant with his finger, signaling him to come closer.
When we're close enough.
He grinned and grabbed the servant by the neck.
"Am I your master, or is the Sixth Young Master your master?"
The servant was so frightened that his face turned pale and his hair stood on end.
He said repeatedly, "Young master is my master, and I would gladly die for you!"
He had seen this situation before.
Last time, Young Master Shen also hooked his arm around someone's neck with a grin.
Then, in the next instant, he twisted his fingers, and the man's neck snapped like a duck's neck with a crack.
Seeing how sensible he was, Shen Qingyu clicked her tongue.
It's pointless.
There's no excuse for murder.
He lingered and touched the man's neck with his fingers.
The servant was so touched that he knelt down with a thud and begged for his life.
Boring stuff.
Shen Qingyu wiped her fingers with the servant's clothes.
While asking, "Who are the guests today? They even brought out an opera troupe?"
The servant replied, "I heard that the old patriarch of Renjia City, Commander Qin of the Embroidered Robe Envoy, and Zen Master Daoci are all there."
Dao Ci?
Shen Qingyu paused for a moment.
He narrowed his eyes: "Is this the legendary Buddhist monk who renounced his vows for a woman?"
The servant should be.
Shen Qingyu became interested.
This guy is a real romantic, just like him.
Unfortunately, despite posting missing person notices all over the city, he still couldn't find the young woman.
She seemed to have vanished into thin air.
On the contrary, the Sun family caused trouble twice in a row.
They said they dug up their young master's grave, coveted their young mistress, and cuckolded their deceased young master.
Shen Qingyu naturally ignored these trivial matters; Song Liulang handled them all.
Shen Qingyu rubbed her fingers together. She had seen that young lady at the Song Garden banquet last time.
I hope I can see her again at this banquet.
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The host of the banquet is ready.
The guests attending the banquet should now depart.
The carriage is ready.
The Qin merchant stepped onto the footstool, about to get into the carriage, when a voice came from behind him.
"grown ups."
In the crisp morning light, the girl's pale eyes were as beautiful as a starry river.
"A-Yan." Qin Shang smiled.
He glanced at the carriage, then looked at Ayan.
She said apologetically, "I'll have to sit with Master Daoci this time. I'll have to trouble you, Ayan, to sit in the car behind."
Ayan shook her head.
"That's not important. But there's something I'd like to confirm with you, sir."
Qin Shang got out of the car and walked up to her.
"What's up?"
"Last time, you asked me to think about how to make the relationship between Master Daoci and you closer. Now that everything is ready, when shall we make our move?"
Qin Shang patted her hand.
"No rush. Let's talk about it after the Song Garden gathering today."
He currently has a good relationship with Dao Ci. If he were to rashly attempt a sneak attack, things would be fine if he succeeded; but if he failed, the situation would likely become very unfavorable.
The girl turned her head and looked at him for a moment.
Her smile was gentle.
"Okay, whatever you say."
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This is Dao Ci's first time visiting Song Garden.
He was tall, dressed in a white kasaya, with refined features and a stern expression.
They are the kind of people you can spot in a crowd at a glance.
The head of the Song family, Chief Secretary Song, and a group of younger members personally greeted them at the entrance of Qunfang Garden.
After exchanging pleasantries, Qin Shang intended to walk with Chief Secretary Song, but the old man had a sour face and ignored him.
Finally, the head of the Song family led the Qin merchants forward, while Chief Secretary Song followed behind Dao Ci.
Seeing that no one was around, Chief Secretary Song lowered his voice.
"Where's that girl? Why didn't you bring her along?"
The white-robed monk, his eyelashes slightly lowered, took a step forward.
Expressionless.
Chief Secretary Song continued, "You can come by disguising yourself. There's not much to do in Jincheng, except for Song Garden."
They walked through the covered walkway.
Underneath the artificial rockery, a young servant was carrying flowerpots and arranging them.
Upon seeing the guests arrive, he hid under the rocks with his hands hanging down.
Dao Ci's gaze fell on him and lingered for a moment.
The chief secretary, Song, asked, "What's wrong? Do you like this Jade Phoenix Pot?"
Dao Ci looked away.
"The flowers and trees in Song Garden are so beautiful that the family must have many children and outstanding offspring."
The Prefect Song beamed with joy at the compliment he received.
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The Qin merchants had something to ask for, and the Song family wanted to curry favor with them.
A flower banquet was held, and both hosts and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.
The sun was past noon.
Across the clear water, the melodious singing from the stone platform carried unimpeded into the pavilion.
Before the performance of "The Moon-Worshipping Pavilion" on stage was even halfway finished, the young woman in blue slowly rose from her seat.
He smiled apologetically at the Song family ladies sitting around him and said, "I'm going to change my clothes, I'll be right back."
Two maids accompanied her.
The girl left the pavilion, but did not go to the changing room.
Maid: "Miss, you should come this way."
The girl turned around and smiled.
"The noise of gongs and drums made my chest feel tight, so I went for a walk."
The maidservant stopped talking and quietly followed behind her.
The girl in green circled around the bamboo garden, and as she came out, she happened to run into a group of people walking on the white stone bridge.
There was no wind or snow today, and the sun was not very bright either.
The person on the stone bridge was sitting in a sedan chair, carried by two people. One of them held a large umbrella over their head to block out the sunlight.
Another person was standing by, carrying a food box.
The maidservant saw the group and knew something was wrong.
He whispered to the girl in blue, "Miss, perhaps you should avoid him? This man seems to have some kind of hysteria."
The girl stood under the flowering branch and shook her head.
He said gently, "It's alright."
The pedestrians on the bridge were getting closer and closer.
Fortunately, the young master sitting in the sedan chair was dozing with his eyes closed, seemingly unconcerned about the outside world.
They brushed past us, about to enter the Begonia Gate behind us.
The maid had just breathed a sigh of relief.
But then the girl beside him suddenly spoke up.
"Please wait, young master."
The young nobleman in the sedan chair and his four servants seemed to hear nothing and continued forward.
The girl followed and grabbed the sedan chair.
Now it has to stop, whether it's not going to or not.
The servant carrying a food box in front of the sedan chair shouted, "Who dares to be so rude?"
The young master, sitting in the sedan chair, opened his eyes.
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