The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

The old lady was startled and her eyes, which were shining with brilliance, turned around quickly. She said that today was not a good day and she could come back another day. The people should not fight against the officials.

The old woman grabbed the little girl beside her and moved on her legs at a fairly fast pace, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

Lan Wangshu walked out slowly from the back, and when the time came, she tore off the cloth label of the theater on the sign. The new words shone with a jade-like luster, which seemed to be in line with the elegant tone of Zui Fusheng.

"Such a large piece of white jade must be worth a lot of money, it's really noble."

"Who wouldn't say that? Look, the words are made of jade, too, and there are green flowers floating in them."

Li Yanhuan obviously had never seen this new plaque and his eyes widened.

Lan Wangshu smiled secretly in his heart and used glue to give you a little shock. It’s just that the pigments are added to make it look somewhat realistic. In fact, it is still very easy to distinguish the real from the fake. But it is enough to look at it, and no one can lie on the cards.

"Everyone, today Zui Fu Sheng is officially open for business. Let's raise our glasses and enjoy the moon together, please."

Lan Wangshu walked out of the door and said a few words in a neither humble nor arrogant manner. Everyone was familiar with her face, so they responded happily and strode in. No one noticed two heads sticking out from the alley not far away.

Lan Zhaozhao looked at the glamorous Lan Wangshu with such jealousy that her eyes were about to bleed. How could such a good thing not be hers?

The old lady's eyes were full of greed. Such nice clothes could be given away at will, which gave Lan Wangshu the temperament of a young lady. If her tricks were used, she wouldn't know how beautiful she would be. She had to think about this matter carefully. These benefits had to belong to Wei Zhao, not to that little bastard Lan Wangshu.

She held Lan Zhaozhao's small hand with her roughly hands, causing some pain to the girl's delicate skin which was not normally worked on.

"grandmother."

"Zhao Zhao, did you see that? From now on, all of those are yours. How can Lan Wangshu be worthy of them? Ugh."

Lan Zhaozhao looked at the age spots and the black grooves on the old lady's hands, lowered her head and rolled her eyes in disgust, but still responded sweetly.

"Thank you grandma. I knew you loved Zhaozhao the most."

The old woman turned around and looked at Lan Zhaozhao carefully. Her eyes were shining brightly and the more she looked, the more satisfied she became, which made the little girl feel uneasy.

The old lady smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes gathered together.

"Let's go, show us how grandma will deal with that little bastard."

Lan Zhaozhao felt a little scared when she saw her scary expression, but more of it was a secret expectation in her heart. The little girl also laughed and helped the old woman to slowly leave.

Lanterns were hung on both sides of the long street. Zui Fusheng brought more business and traffic to the usually quiet shops in the academy, making it seem more lively and having a festive atmosphere.

Several horses galloped past in the middle of the road, causing people on both sides to talk about it. They didn't know where this rich young man came from and how he could ride horses.

"Boss, today is so beautiful."

Zhou Xingnan dismounted, walked around Lan Wangshu twice, and nodded in appreciation.

The young man's eyes were full of admiration and worship, and full of sincerity, which made Lan Wangshu smile with his eyes curved and his fox-like eyes narrowed, showing a unique charm.

"Come upstairs, to the usual place. I'll prepare things for you."

"Okay, let's go, brothers."

Zhou Xingnan walked forward with bold steps, waved his hand gracefully and waved, walking up the stairs as if he was familiar with the route, and unexpectedly felt like he was back home.

Standing on the stairs, he saw the poem Drinking Alone Under the Moon. The young man was leaning over the railing with most of his body leaning out, and he shook his head as he read the poem at the end.

"Boss, is this a new poem?"

Lan Wangshu waved his hand, too lazy to pay attention to his nonsense, and walked towards the backyard.

Mo Yici was attracted by the poem on the wall. He walked to the front of the wall alone and admired it quietly. The handwriting was exactly the same as that of Dingzhenlou. He put his nose close to it and smelled it. There was still the residual scent of ink. It was obvious that it was written there, so the people who really had a close relationship with Li Bai were from the Lan family.

Is it really Lan Wangshu?

Mo Yici stood here with his arms folded in a daze. People behind him came in in twos and threes, and couldn't help but stand in front of the wall and comment.

"This writing method is interesting. When you raise your glass and then bow your head, you become three people."

"Yeah, how can a talented person be lonely?"

"This is unique and wonderful."

Mo Yici came to his senses after listening to the people talking behind him, walked out of the crowd and went upstairs. When he heard Zhou Xingnan's voice, he stopped for some reason.

"Boss, please teach me how to write poetry. This is amazing. When I return to Kyoto, I will make them scratch their eyes and take a good look at it."