Seventy-two stakes of money, and helped 36 households a total of 82 refugees, and obtained 1,640 merit values ​​and reputation, with a total merit value of 2,845 and reputation value of 4,345.

Several fake refugees who were suffocating and refused to leave were beaten with five-sea fire sticks and ran away in shame.

What he spent was the money he won from the Jixiang Gambling Hall yesterday, but he had accumulated a lot of reputation for himself. Zhao Hao felt so comfortable.

After leaving the market, Zhao Hao led Zhao Ji and his slaves to continue wandering in Jiangning City.

As the most prosperous and prosperous city in Jiangnan, Jiangning has so many places worth visiting, Yuhuatai, Xuanwu Lake, Shitou City, Niutou Mountain, Jiming Temple, Mochou Lake...

Not far from the market, suddenly there was a burst of noise and shouts from behind.

Liang Lie hurriedly reported: "The second son of the Wang family is calling on the son behind his back."

Zhao Hao was slightly stunned and immediately ordered the sedan chair to be stopped.

A gorgeous carriage parked beside the people of the Zhao family, blocking most of the street. Wang Jue lifted the curtain with a spring breeze on his face and walked down.

"It's really a place where we meet in life. I didn't expect to meet Brother Zhao again here."

Facing Wang Jue's straightforwardness and enthusiasm, Zhao Hao felt a little warm. Perhaps this was his first true friend in this world.

"Yesterday, thanking the King's kindness, I didn't expect that the foolish brother would actually sleep well, so I hope you don't blame me."

The two exchanged greetings, and Wang Jue learned that Zhao Hao had helped a group of disaster victims in the market today, and he felt awe.

"Brother Zhao is a role model for us, but where are we going now?"

Zhao Hao smiled and said, "But wandering around the city, there is no place to go."

Wang Jue's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "I made an appointment with several friends and went to Baihua Village to attend the Peony Flower Festival. Let my cousin be there too. Why not go there together?"

The Peony Flower Association started in the Sui and Tang Dynasties and flourished in the Song Dynasty. April is the season when peonies bloom, and peony flowers come slowly from all over the country.

Only Luoyang is the most famous peonies in the world, and the peony flowers in Luoyang are naturally the most famous. Ouyang Xiu once wrote the "Luoyang Peony Record" and said: "When flowers bloom, scholars and common people often travel in ancient temples, abandoned houses with pools and terraces as cities, and they also opened tents and curtains, and heard the sound of music and songs, which flourished... until the flowers fell."

As the saying goes, "After 20 days of flowers blooming and falling, everyone in a city is as crazy as a city." Although the peony flower club in Jiangning City is not as prosperous as Luoyang, it is also prosperous for a while, especially Baihua Village.

Those who can get invitations from Baihua Village are either quite talented or famous or either rich or noble. As the only legitimate son of the four major palaces, Baihua Village naturally dare not neglect Zhao Hao. However, after the two years ago, Zhao Hao had clearly stated that he would no longer attend the Peony Flower Festival, so he did not invite him to participate this year.

As for Wang Jue, he has always liked martial arts and slight literary style, and has never been interested in this artful peony. If he had not been forced to come over this year, he would not have participated, so he did not know about Zhao Hao's past.

As for Zhao Hao... it is impossible for him to remember his past. He was curious about everything he had just traveled to this world for less than ten days, so he was naturally willing to accept Wang Jue's invitation.

Wang Jue was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Since that's the case, it would be too slow for Brother Zhao to ride in a sedan chair. Why wouldn't he go there with Brother Yu?"

The two walked towards Wang Jue's carriage side by side, and Zhao Hao's eyes stopped on a carriage with extremely gorgeous decorations beside him.

Wang Jue smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "This is the carriage my brother rides. My brother has always been shy and does not want to see anyone. I hope Brother Zhao will forgive me."

Zhao Hao laughed: "It's okay, it's okay."

Just as he turned his head, he suddenly saw the gauze curtain next to him being lifted, revealing a fair and delicate face, and then quickly put the curtain down.

The two boarded Wang Jue's carriage, and the carriage started slowly with a whistle in the handlebar style.

Two carriages were galloping on the streets of Jiangning, one in front and one behind. Four white horses were walking in the same pace and maintained the same speed. The bell made an extremely pleasant sound with the wind. The hanging tent and gauze curtains fluttered in the wind. The small wind chimes hung on them were also jingling and crisp. The spring breeze penetrated into the car with the fragrance of flowers. It was the fragrance of BMW carts. Although it was not as comfortable as Lamborghini, Rolls-Royce, etc.... He had never sat on this before, but he could also get a Mercedes-Benz BMW.

The carriage left the south gate and headed south. The official road outside the suburbs gradually became a little bumpy. Zhao Hao closed his eyes slightly and gradually entered a half-sleeping state. There was no way, his physical fitness was too poor, and he was a little motion sicker when he was riding in a carriage.

By the time he woke up, Baihua Village had arrived.

The large plaque with black background and gold characters on the entrance of the villa, and the three big characters "Baihuazhuang" written on it are agile and magnificent. Even Zhao Hao, the guy who wrote ghost painting talismans, secretly praised it. Zhao Hao naturally knew who this halal layman was. Zhou Bangyan, a poet of this generation, was considered a great scholar of this era. If he could get the inscription, his master was naturally extraordinary.

The villa is twenty miles away from the outskirts of Jiangning City, surrounded by mountains and waters, covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres. It is built in the style of Suzhou and Hangzhou gardens. Among them, pavilions, water pavilions, ponds, fish swimming, rockery and strange rocks must be all there, and the vast area of ​​flowers, plants and trees are unfolding endlessly.

Baihua Village, as the name suggests, is naturally planted with all kinds of strange flowers and plants. Peach blossoms bloom in spring, peach blossoms compete for beauty, lotus as snow in summer, pomegranates as fire, golden osmanthus fragrance in autumn, and chrysanthemums bloom. Even in winter when flowers are withering, there are wintersweet spots, which embellish the flower village with occasional snowflakes.

This is the season when flowers bloom, with all the flowers fighting each other and colorful, but only peonies are the most eye-catching. The flowers with a strong atmosphere of wealth are as white as snow and red as clouds, which mess up the eyes of those who admire the flower.

When I entered the villa, someone immediately greeted me. It was said that the owner of the manor held a banquet in the Baihua Building in the garden, but he could not tolerate many family members, so he could only bring several people there.

So Zhao Hao and Wang Jue walked together, following Zhao Ji, Liang Lie and the two slaves of the royal family, and then followed by a thin young man, silently following three or four maids, keeping a five or six steps away from them, as if they were close and separated.

Although Wang Jue's expression was a little awkward, Zhao Hao was careless, because the moment the thin young master got off the car, he could only see some of the basic characteristics of the thin young master with a glance.

Her skin is so white that it can squeeze out water. There is no trace of Adam's apple under her jaw. Her figure is as weak as willows and her wide robe cannot hide the tied... The chest muscles. Although she is dressed in men's clothing, she is extremely beautiful. She has the pure and weak aura of a woman in the water town of Jiangnan and shows the generosity of a lady, making Zhao Hao feel that even if she is really a man, she may be able to line up for soap.

There are no creatures like Big X-sex girls in this era, so they are obviously a young master Xibei. It’s okay for everyone to understand it, and there is no need to be embarrassed.

Baihua Building is in the middle of the villa, up to five floors, and the VIP reception hall of the flower party is located on the fifth floor.

The hall on the fifth floor is round. Except for the guardrails that are more than one person high around, there are no walls or windows to facilitate guests to enjoy the flowers. The tables and chairs in the hall are arranged in two rows of round shapes along the guardrail, leaving a space in the middle, covered with a thick silk blanket, and a screen stands. There are zithers and pipas before the screen... You can sing, dance, and play musical instruments.

Sitting between the elegant seats beside the guardrails, you can look at the sea of ​​flowers around you from afar, smell the fragrance of flowers coming from the air, and the crisp bird singing, bathing in the spring breeze, feeling refreshed and happy.

At this time, dozens of people had arrived in the hall on the fifth floor, in groups of three or five, all dressed in beautiful clothes, mostly young people, and there were also middle-aged and elderly Confucian scholars. Everyone was drinking and chatting, enjoying flowers, or discussing poetry, but there was no dull and low-key person.

The owner of Baihuazhuang is a great scholar named Lu Qing, who is about forty years old. He is said to be a disciple of Zhou Bangyan, a halal layman. He is quite talented and has a very high reputation among scholars in Jiangning City. When he saw Wang Jue and others coming, he just stood up and nodded and even treated him as a greeting.

Wang Jue's arrival attracted the attention of many people. In previous years, Wang Shu, the eldest son of the royal family, came to participate. This year, the second son naturally aroused everyone's curiosity.

However, when everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Hao, the audience caused a burst of whispers, and even the butler of the royal palace who came to greet him was stunned, including Lu Qing, the owner of Baihua Manor sitting upright and several great scholars beside him, also showed a look of surprise.

As a result, Mr. Xibei, who followed Wang Jue, was ignored by everyone and sat in his seat calmly.

"Zhao...Young Master Zhao, please come here!" The butler who came to greet him stuttered a little.

Zhao Hao was confused when he saw everyone in this way. Damn, isn't I a wanted criminal? Even if I've been sick and suddenly came, there wouldn't be such a big reaction from the audience.

However, the butler was old, with a look of surprise on his face flashing and he quickly arranged a conspicuous and noble location for Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao sat down carelessly, while Zhao Ji and Liang Lie stood behind him, and the whispers on both sides gradually came into his ears.

"The Zhao family playboy actually came to attend the Peony Flower Festival, and he is quite thick-skinned."

"Yes, I was humiliated by the third son of the Zheng family two years ago, and he dared to come?"

"Haha, I still remember the words "A ghost-drawing talisman" of the Zhao family playboy two years ago and the nonsense poems were humiliated by the third son of the Zheng family."

"It seems that the young master of the Xie family has also come today. He is the cousin of the playboy, and he is probably good at helping him."

Zhao Hao sorted out the discussions of everyone, and he realized in his heart instantly.

It seems that the Peony Club in Baihua Village is called Flower Appreciation, but it actually has the meaning of a poetry and writing session. Listening to their discussion, his ex-boy Zhao Hao made a fool of himself at the Peony Club two years ago and stopped attending the meeting. So today he came rashly with Wang Jue, and everyone had various surprise expressions.

Zhao Hao himself naturally has no attainment in poetry, but... some of the jokes have been played with by time travelers, so it is best not to force me to play again... Zhao Hao smiled helplessly.

"I'll let my cousin, Mr. Xie be there, please go and meet me?" Liang Lie, who was next to me, asked whisper.

Zhao Hao looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that there was a young man in blue in the east, about the same age as him, looking at this side.

"Xie Yu, force: 35; intelligence: 74; speed: 16; light skills: 15; politics: 72; command: 21; health value: 92; favorability to the host: 65."

Since the surname is Xie and he said he was a cousin, he was naturally his mother's nephew. Although he had an average favorability for himself, he was not low. He had to go to the ceremony.

The two of them exchanged greetings and greeted each other roughly for words like "Uncle and aunt are in good health" and "Uncle and aunt are in good health". Xie Yu lowered his voice and whispered: "If the Zheng surname is provoked later, my younger brother doesn't have to pay attention to me, I will have to worry about my brother."
Chapter completed!