Yue Niang placed her hands in front of her belly, lowered her eyes, and walked into the room respectfully and honestly.

She didn't dare to look any further and walked towards the group of women on the left with small steps.

In the No. 1 box, there were two groups of people standing on the left and right sides.

There are twenty-one people in total, but the number of people on both sides is very different.

There are twenty women standing on the left.

They are all beauties in white.

On their fair foreheads, there is red makeup between their eyebrows, which are flower-shaped forehead stickers of various shapes.

These women in white, each with their own unique postures, are now standing in an orderly manner on the left side of the room.

Standing in front of them was a woman in palace dress with a faint mole at the corner of her mouth, her hair combed into a beautiful bun, her face dignified, and her manners graceful.

Behind and to the left of the woman in palace dress, there stood a beautiful woman in a white long skirt. Her figure was well-proportioned, like a plump gourd dangling from a vine. Her eyes were moving with the charm unique to a mature woman.

Behind the two imposing women were eighteen young women dressed in the same uniform, wearing white gauze clothes and tasseled hair. Most of them had calm and indifferent expressions.

These women, beauties in white, are either pretty and cute, or aloof and rejecting, or gentle and indifferent, or arrogant and cold.

Spring flowers and autumn fruits each have their own charm.

However, they have two things in common, that is, they are tall and slender with thin waists.

If Zhao Rong, who was living next door not long ago, were present at this moment, he would definitely sigh and say, what a group of beautiful and charming ladies there are.

Well, of course I said it in my heart.

Because there must be a pretty girl who likes swings next to them, and you can tell without even looking that she will be secretly staring at him, ahem.

These women in white are all outstanding in appearance. Although they are not as pretty as Xiao Qian'er, they are also the best in the world.

At this moment, they all stood quietly in the box, without looking around, and without any movement.

On the other side of the box, standing opposite the women in white, there was only one person.

This is a tall and strong middle-aged man with a square face and a fair complexion. He looks intimidating without even being angry.

The most eye-catching thing is that he is wearing a blue satin dragon robe, which makes him look solemn and majestic.

The man in the python robe had his hands behind his back, and his tall figure was like a mountain, standing alone in front of the observation deck in the box.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the increasingly lively crowd in the lobby on the first floor of Zuixianlou.

On the left, also standing in front of the viewing platform of the Tianzi Box with the best view, among a group of women dressed in white, the woman in palace dress with a light mole at the corner of her mouth was frowning slightly, staring at the downstairs, and no one knew what she was thinking about.

At this moment, the box was quiet, without a sound.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop.

These 'two groups of people' are like wax figures that are exactly the same size and finely cast.

I don't know what I'm doing standing quietly in this silent box.

If there were outsiders watching, they would probably feel that the atmosphere in the room was a little weird.

However, as the door of the box was knocked rhythmically and gently, a cold woman in white opened the door, and a woman in gorgeous clothes named Yue Niang walked in respectfully.

There was finally a hint of life in the room.

Suddenly, someone spoke in the No. 1 box which had been silent for a long time.

"This young master is finally here."

…

On his way down from the third floor, Zhao Rong was bitterly "criticized" by his classmates such as Gu Yiwu.

"Zi Yu, why don't we not join in the fun?" Gu Yiwu suggested with a serious expression.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, I don't think there is anything good about prostitutes combing their hair. They are just a group of vulgar monks who are driving up prices. I hated this the most when I was in Duyou City." A tall and thin student from the Hall of Justice nodded in response.

Another student couldn't help but interrupt, "Brother Ziming, I see. The dozen or so maids in your room who were reading with you must have cost a lot of spirit stones, right?"

Everyone couldn't help but look sideways.

Gu Yiwu, who was frowning seriously, twitched his eyes and couldn't help but turned his head to look.

"Actually...it doesn't matter whether spirit stones are wasted or not..." The tall and thin student called 'Brother Ziming' changed his tone, straightened his back and spoke confidently.

"The main reason is that I can't bear to see these poor women suffering outside, so I want them to read more books in my study."

Everyone: “…”

Gu Yiwu glared at the tall and thin student, ignored him, and turned to say:

"Tzuyu, I remember that you once told me that you are a scholar with noble sentiments and a person who has escaped from vulgar tastes. We should stop giving you unnecessary lessons and let you study calligraphy properly."

The student named Gu with thick eyebrows and big eyes sighed, "You have changed."

Everyone spoke sternly and with a tone of regret.

Zhao Rong was too lazy to pay attention to these funny guys.

He looked calm, with his hands folded, and walked straight down the wooden stairs.

This huge pleasure boat located in the center of the lake was jostled by the dark evening breeze outside and the star-soaked lake water, swaying slightly, just like the bright moon that caused ripples in the lake, swaying and drifting, loaded with a boat full of bustling prosperity and moonlight.

Zhao Rong's tall and thin body stepped on the stairs, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground and did not move at all.

Zhao Qianer and Li Bai followed closely behind.

Upon seeing this, the students of the Hall of Justice looked at each other with a hint of confusion on their faces.

They looked at Zhao Qian'er again, who had a calm expression, and saw that she turned a blind eye to someone's possible unfaithful behavior, or in other words... was being obedient and well-behaved.

Gu Yiwu and others couldn't help but murmur.

I haven't seen you for a few days. Has Fairy Zhao changed her personality?

In the past, she would even defend the job of pouring water for Zhao Rong to wash his face, and would not allow others to snatch it from her...

Now he has to go down to the first floor to try his luck. What if the fairy in his room adds one? Can he bear it?

Students such as Gu Yiwu had no choice but to cough lightly and follow the footsteps of Zhao Rong and the other two.

Suddenly, many of the students came to a realization and looked at the beautiful fairy who was following someone quietly and obediently.

Hiss, has Fairy Zhao been... conquered by Mr. Zhao?

Ahem, is he a gentleman or an ungentleman? Or is he a bit of both, using both words and physical force?

Thinking of how she used to be so rude to them and how she often disobeyed Zhao Rong, she is no longer making a fuss.

Everyone looked at Zhao Rong with admiration and envy. He really was worthy of being called Mr. Zhao...

In front, Zhao Qian'er did not hold Zhao Rong's hand, or link his arm, or stick to Zhao Rong, but stayed quietly behind him.

At this moment, she didn't know what the students behind her were thinking, and she didn't want to know.

Even if she knew, the little girl just thought these guys were extremely boring.

However, she is indeed different now than before.

Before the two of them hugged each other tightly and fed each other sweet water at Xingzi Lake, Zhao Qian'er wished that Brother Rong'er would always keep his eyes on her.

Although it would sometimes distract him and delay his work a little, Zhao Qian'er still couldn't help but do things that would attract Zhao Rong's attention.

Either act naughty on purpose to make him angry, or put on an annoyed expression and pretend to be in a bad mood, or do things that can make him happy and make him like it.

Because at that time, Zhao Qian'er longed for her lover's constant attention and care, which was above everything else in her heart.

If he could look at her and listen to her seriously for a while, Zhao Qian'er would be happy for a long time. On the contrary, if Zhao Rong ignored her, even for a while, Zhao Qian'er would feel lost and empty for a long time.

However, all this changed quietly not long ago after Zhao Rong took her hand and rested his chin on her little head to make a promise to her.

Zhao Qian'er began to understand the young lady's mood these days and the helpless look in her eyes when she saw her making trouble.

Although making a fuss can increase the bond between two people, most of the time, plain companionship is the real thing.

Zhao Qian'er now began to follow her lover silently. When he was doing something, she tried her best to restrain herself from talking to him, disturbing him, annoying him, and even more so, not teaching him how to do anything.

This is a kind of understanding that comes naturally, an indescribable tacit understanding.

So, tonight, when Zhao Qian'er came to this place of fireworks with Zhao Rong, she just glanced into Zhao Rong's eyes and chose to follow him obediently.

The little girl believes that her brother Rong'er can handle everything.

And when he had finished his work or felt tired in the middle of it, and looked back with a sigh of relief, if his gaze could stay on her for even a moment, he could look into her eyes silently.

Then, the smile that appeared at the corners of their lips that were not touching was the tacit understanding that Zhao Qian'er longed for most.

The distance between our hearts is even closer than when we pour sugar water on each other...

After half an incense stick.

Zhao Rong, Zhao Qian'er, Gu Yiwu and others finally arrived at the extravagant first floor...