The butler sighed softly. As the confidant of the current head of the Han family, he knew everything about the Han family.
After the mistress married into the Han family, she failed to get pregnant for a long time. She gave birth to Han Juan when she was nearly 30 years old. However, she never expected that Han Juan was born with a Yin meridian and almost died at birth. He was barely able to stay alive with the help of various rare treasures.
In order to keep Han Juan alive, they had no choice but to send him away to learn from a Taoist master.
It is really not easy for Han Juan to live until now.
Now he has become one of the most gifted disciples of Laozi's Taoist lineage. At a young age, he has broken through the twelfth level of Concentration of Spirit. Putting aside the loss of his innate essence and blood, he also has the hope of achieving the second-grade spiritual fetus.
Today, various schools of thought are competing for the Mandate of Heaven, and the aristocratic families of the Li Kingdom are competing for the destiny of the country.
Han Juan is a Taoist disciple and the only legitimate son of the Han family.
Rushing back at the critical juncture of the Hundred Schools Festival, he looks like the chosen one no matter how you look at him!
But Han Juan was influenced by Lao Tzu's idea of tranquility and inaction, and he had no desire at all.
The housekeeper had a headache: "Master, are you going home?"
Han Juan knew the Han family's style and suddenly lost interest. He yawned, took out a jade pendant from his neck, and threw it to the housekeeper: "Take this back to report my safety to my parents. I will go around the city by myself."
After saying that, he turned his hands behind his back and walked towards the city gate without any intention of letting the butler follow him. The butler had no choice but to put the jade pendant in his arms.
People are coming and going in the city, and the streets are crowded.
Han Juan didn't know where he was going, so he just went with the flow and went wherever the crowd took him, taking things as they came.
In the course of an afternoon, he saw many people and sights that could only be found in the secular world, but few were worthy of his attention, including those so-called students from various schools of thought.
In the blink of an eye, it was almost dusk.
Han Juan glanced at the setting sun and felt that there was no point in this worldly life, so he prepared to find a way to go home. However, he found that it was almost dusk, and there were more people on the street, and they were all rushing in a certain direction.
He was a little curious and stopped someone casually: "Excuse me, can I ask where everyone is going?"
"Go, go... Ouch!"
The person who was stopped saw that everyone else was running, and suddenly became anxious. He stuffed a piece of paper into his hand and then caught up with the crowd.
Han Juan opened the paper and saw lines of neatly written words on it.
"Shang Mo Bookstore is opening a new store?"
"Miss Huachao specially presented a song?"
"Can all citizens in the city listen to the music for free?"
Han Juan smacked his lips. He had hardly communicated with anyone today, but that didn't mean he knew nothing about the situation in the city. At least he had heard of "Shangmo Bookstore" and "Hua Chao Girl" from other people more than once.
To sum up, there are almost two points.
First, Shangmo Bookstore was the most popular in the recent period, but no matter how talented the boss behind the scenes was, it was difficult to withstand the siege of several major bookstores.
The second is that Miss Hua Chao is extremely talented and is a rare singer at the time. It's a pity that she hasn't appeared for half a month and no one knows where she went.
“It turns out there is a connection between the two.”
"It's free to listen to the music, no wonder these people go to listen to it."
"In that case, let's listen to this song before going home."
Han Juan yawned and followed the huge crowd.
…
The new store of Shangmo Bookstore is located in a very prosperous area, facing the inner river of Jiangcheng, and is surrounded by some high-end restaurants and brothels.
At night, there are even flower boats floating in the river.
However, there will be no flower boats tonight, because Ying Wuji has already announced that if any brothel dares to float a flower boat on the river tonight, he will go to that brothel for fun tomorrow and make sure to beat them to pieces.
Faced with this dark light in the industry, all brothel owners chose to temporarily stay out of the spotlight.
As for the purpose...
The inner river of Jiangcheng is wide and narrow. The new store of Shangmo Bookstore is located at the narrowest place. Now a stage has been set up. Many Mohist craftsmen have been invited to build three-story stepped seats on the open space on the other side of the river, which can accommodate thousands of people to listen to the opera at the same time on the other side of the river.
There was a lot of noise going on up and down the stairs, all of them discussing the ribbon-cutting ceremony.
After all, they had never seen such a big scene before, and even if they had, it had nothing to do with them, the common people.
"this……"
In the crowd, Zhao Ning raised his head and looked at the seats that were taller than the surrounding buildings, and couldn't help but feel emotional.
I didn’t expect that a ribbon-cutting ceremony for a mere bookstore could be specially designed with such a fantastic temporary building.
There will be hundreds of grand gatherings at that time, and maybe we can learn from them.
Ying Wuji has such talent, and it is no wonder that he was the first one to come and see him after he achieved perfection in fetal transformation and left the palace.
Zhao Ning took out a bronze mirror from his bosom and looked at his face carefully. His face was handsome yet masculine, just like a handsome young man in troubled times.
The temperament is not very different from the previous men's clothing, but the appearance is very different.
She was confident that even if her father and mother came in person, they would not be able to recognize her identity.
"only……"
Zhao Ning sighed. Since she was traveling in disguise, she naturally could not exercise any privileges. Although the view from the stepped viewing platform was quite wide, the feeling of being crowded made her feel a little uncomfortable.
There are VIP seats on the other side of the river, with a view a hundred times better than here, but Ying Wuji said that the seats there are only reserved for those who are destined to be there.
I am no longer a prince, but just an ordinary handsome young man. I think I have no chance.
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