A social engagement is definitely indispensable.

The most famous Qionglou in the capital was wrapped up by the Seventh Prince of the Emperor.

Of course, the money was paid by Zongzheng's Mansion, and it was deducted from the monthly rules. After all, Qi Xiaotian is now a poor prince.

It is well known that people come to the capital in a ragged manner.

As for the gold and silver sent by Qi Jin and Wei Qing, others don’t know.

All the officials in the court were old customers of Qionglou.

Everyone was more or less happy and got together in groups of familiarity.

Liu Lin made a good arrangement and directly made some polite prostitutes and sang a small song.

The entertainment of the ancients was extremely monotonous. The court officials who shook their heads and listened to Xiaoqu'er were not as comfortable as the second uncle on the roadside in later generations.

It was finally over the social engagement. Qi Xiaotian returned to the Seventh Prince's Mansion like a escaping.

It should be called An Wang Mansion now.

The plaque on the gate was originally empty.

Now a brand new plaque has been hung with three big words "An Wangfu" on it, which looks very imposing.

Chen Jia and Bai Yi followed several big cars one after another.

The car was filled with gifts from various imperial officials.

Of course, the most important thing is gold and silver.

Liu Lin sat in the first car, chatting with the driver while guiding the direction.

When he arrived at the door, he was the first to jump out of the car, wanting to ask someone to help him get things done.

But when the words came to my mouth, I held them back. All the slaves at home were sold by the prince.

There was no choice but to call Chen Jia and Bai Yi and join the lords to join in.

The next day, Qi Xiaotian realized that these officials in the court had a lot of rejoicing last night.

Together, there are as many as 1,000 taels of silver.

One morning, as soon as he woke up, he heard a noisy outside.

"My elder brother has been crowned king. This mansion is too small. The place is not good. There are ruins around me. Who lives here? Moving, you must move." Wei Qing's silly voice is very recognizable.

Behind him, there were two people standing side by side with Wei Qing, one on the left and one on the right.

The one on the left was wearing a robe with flowers. When I looked at it suddenly, I felt like the bed sheets were soaked.

On the other side is a handsome young man wearing a white cotton robe and a neat jade belt around his waist.

Looking at my face, there was a sense of righteousness in it.

Qi Xiaotian walked to the door and was about to start scolding, but he was attracted by the young master.

Seeing Qi Xiaotian come out, the young master stepped forward and bowed and said, "Zhao Kuo, I have met His Highness An."

Qi Xiaotian was pleasing to the eye. Zhao Kuo just held his fists and bowed his hands, and he was advancing and retreating in moderation, with edges and corners.

"Young Master Shi Wushuang, are you talking about?" Qi Xiaotian exclaimed.

"Your Highness An is too rewarded." Zhao Kuo was straight and nodded slightly.

Wei Qing gave Zhao Kuo an impatient look, then pulled the thin man next to him and said, "Brother, don't pay attention to him."

As he said that, he pushed the thin man and said, "I haven't seen my elder brother yet."

The thin man with flowers is pretty pretty, but he is too thin and doesn't look so strong.

He bowed directly and said, "Sima Zhen, I have met my elder brother."

"Sima Zhen?" Qi Xiaotian remembered that at the banquet yesterday, the old British Duke was named Sima.

"Is it the British public?" Qi Xiaotian tried to ask.

"I just said that my elder brother is great. This kid is the grandson of the British Duke, Sima Zhen. We both worshipped him. Since I recognize Your Highness as my brother, he must also recognize him. So I brought him here." Wei Qing said happily.

Just looking at Sima Zhen’s dressing doesn’t have to think too much about it. This is another playboy.

After Zhao Kuo, who was on the other hand, watched coldly and said no more.

Wei Qing said, "Brother, you have been crowned as king. This small courtyard is too small. You have to change the place. Brother, I found you a house for you. You go over and take a look, but you don't like it."

"This place is pretty good, no change." Qi Xiaotian immediately shook his head and refused.

"Brother, there have been explosions around here and no one has ever died. No girl dares to live here, hehe." Sima Zhen's smile revealed his nature of liking beauty.

"That's right, the feng shui is not good." Wei Qing also muttered.

However, Qi Xiaotian has made it clear that he will not change the place, so he has no choice.

"Whether Feng Shui is good or not depends on the person who lives. The so-called thirty years of Feng Shui rotation is actually not the Feng Shui change, but the person who lives is changed." Qi Xiaotian said lightly.

"The prince said this very well." On the one hand, Zhao Kuo clasped his fists and spoke, his posture still had edges and corners.

"Brother said yes, that's OK. But it's too small and it's not OK to expand." Wei Qing said with his own eyes.

Several people were chatting in the patio, and someone outside suddenly said loudly: "The villain came to deliver invitations for Zhou Dacaizi. Please inform me, thank you."

The voice was high and there was no need to inform me. A few people in the backyard had already heard the sound.

Wei Qing immediately said, "Look, I'll just say this house is too small, we can hear what we say at the door."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yi had already walked in, bowed to Qi Xiaotian, and said, "Prince, the invitation is left, and the person has been sent away."

As he said that, he handed over the invitation of the kraft paper in his hand.

Qi Xiaotian took the invitation and opened it to see it. It said:

Your Highness An is honored:

I want to prepare rice at night, splash ink and write, and I dare not give up my luck and be proud of it.

——Zhazi Zhou Yunzhao, a grassroots son in the capital.

"Fuck!" Qi Xiaotian couldn't help but curse.

Qi Yuantai ruled Dayong for decades and rested.

The vitality of the Great Yong Dynasty was restored and became increasingly prosperous.

Qi Yuantai focused on culture and education. In addition to Qi Xiaotian, several princes would attend several literary meetings with talented people in the capital every year as students.

First, it shows the approachable and down-to-earth style of the imperial family.

The second is to let the literati and poets in the world also see the literary talent of the royal emperor.

Of course, behind this scene, there are many aides Wenke who are behind the prince, who are hard-working.

After all, every essay has a title, and it is not difficult to prepare a few poems and essays in advance.

This kind of thing has lasted for more than ten years and has accumulated it, which has made the literary style of Dayong prosperous and talented people rampant.

Anyone who can write some articles and is charming ink is called a talented man.

From the imperial capital to the south of the Yangtze River, various literary associations were popular, and all kinds of talents were also famous. It was a prosperous scene.

Li Wei, the prime minister of the dynasty, was said to be the number one talented man in Jiangnan that year, and he was good at poetry and verses.

Wei Qing immediately took the invitation, glanced at it for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "Good thing, Brother Sima, your chance is here again!"

Sima Zhen also came over and looked at the invitation. His eyes couldn't help but shine. He smiled and said, "I'll go back in a while and think about some poems and essays."

As he said that, he rubbed his hands repeatedly, as if he was anxious.

"What kind of shitty poems? Just come and report to the Duke of England's house. There is still one who can't get in?" Wei Qing cursed with a smile.

Only then did Qi Xiaotian realize that the two brothers regarded the literary gatherings of literati and poets as a joy to pick up girls.

Zhao Kuo, who was on the other side, also frowned slightly and said seriously: "Zhou Yun is a famous talent in the capital. It is said that she has already attached to King Xiang Lu Chan. This literary meeting is not simple."

Zhao Kuo's eyes accidentally swept over Qi Xiaotian, but found that the prince looked indifferent.

He paused and said, "The other high men attend several literary meetings every year to demonstrate the style of the imperial family. If His Highness An doesn't go, it may be criticized."

"Don't go." Qi Xiaotian was determined.
Chapter completed!