The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

After breakfast, Feng Muyan was looking through the article written by Song Yunli in the study, with a faint smile on his face from time to time, but when the last page appeared, the corners of Feng Muyan's mouth twitched.

"Ying Ren, order people to make 200 copies of the pattern on this paper, and then tell everyone that on the day of my wedding, only those who spend 200 taels to buy this painting can enter the palace to watch the ceremony. I guess according to Li'er's words, this painting can be called the ticket." After he finished speaking, he handed the paper to Ying Ren.

"Master, the gift money..." Ying Ren was a little nervous.

"Li'er said that the gift money will be accepted." Feng Muyan glanced at Ying Ren unhappily.

At noon, Baiweilou's storyteller Bai Qiaozui was standing on a high platform, talking about the strange things in Beijing with saliva flying: "Nowadays, the officials in Beijing are discussing one thing, that is, the wedding ceremony of the Ninth Prince. Have you ever seen a ceremony that requires admission? If you don't know, then you must not be a local of Beijing. Let me, Lin Qiaozui, tell you slowly."

"Sir Wu, do you think the Ninth Prince wants to accept the gift money or not?" Yang Zheng, the Minister of Rites, asked in confusion.

"Sir Yang, how can we guess the thoughts of this high-ranking person? However, courtesy is always a good thing, so it's better to be prepared."

"Master Wu is right!"

In the private room of Baiwei Tower, Song Yuntian's expression was extremely colorful, and the corners of his mouth twitched until they were stiff. He would never believe that the cruel and brutal Ninth Prince would come up with such an absurd thing, and the instigator could not be this girl.

"Brother, why don't you eat?" Song Yunli finished the last mouthful of rice and looked up and asked.

"Li'er, don't you think what the storyteller says is very interesting?" Song Yuntian looked at his younger sister with gritted teeth.

Song Yunli's mouth flattened, and her big eyes instantly filled with tears. She said nothing, but just looked at Song Yuntian silently. Then her tears fell on the table one by one like pearls, which made Song Yuntian groan in pain. At first, he felt pity for this girl, and he would obey her as long as he saw her crying, but later he found that this girl's tears were really controlled, coming and going without a trace, but he fell for it.

"Brother, this is not Li'er's business." Song Yunli stretched out her two chubby little hands and rubbed her slightly red eyes, which made her look even more like a rabbit.

"Okay, brother didn't say anything to you. I'll take you to release lanterns later." Song Yuntian didn't have the habit of bringing a handkerchief, so he had to use his sleeve to wipe the tears from Song Yunli's face.

"Brother, Brother Mu is really going too far. He is already so rich, yet he is still so greedy. You have to ask him to give me all the money for the ticket." Song Yunli said while burping, not forgetting to glance at his eldest brother out of the corner of his eye.

Feng Muyan, who was in the private room next door, almost let the wine glass in his hand fly out and knocked out the chattering little girl.

"Master, the tickets have been painted."

"Let's send it to the general's mansion. Anyone who wants to watch the ceremony can go to the general's mansion to buy tickets." After saying that, he walked towards the lake where the lanterns were placed.

"Grandpa, I want a red peony lantern." Song Yunli stretched out her little hand and handed a string of copper coins to the old man selling lanterns.

The old man looked embarrassed. He turned his head slightly to look at the tall figure by the river. He thought for a while, then shook his head apologetically and said, "Little girl, I'm really sorry, these lanterns of mine have been reserved by someone else and the money has been paid. You should go to other stalls to buy them."