After crossing, let yourself go

When they returned to the stage, Emperor Beiming and Empress were no longer in their seats. They left without notifying anyone, and Han Jiu was a little surprised that they left so quietly.

There were only Yan Beiming, whose expression was hard to tell whether he was good or bad, and Mu Lin, who was looking angry, at the table. Mu Lin wrinkled her nose and said nothing when she saw the three people coming back. Han Jiu thought that this girl was really cute, even more direct than Xiaoyu.

However, Xiao Yu Hanjiu would find various ways to coax and tease her, but this person couldn't do that. Her identity as a princess was a trouble, so she refused directly just now.

"Gao Fei, send someone to send the princess back." Mu Jifan was also a little surprised that his mother would leave without saying a word and leave Mu Lin behind.

Hearing that her brother was going to send her back to the palace, Mu Lin stood up and pulled Mu Jifan around, "Brother, let me stay here for one night. Mother promised me when she came here."

"No, you must go back to the palace," Mu Jifan said seriously, which was unusual for him.

"Today is New Year's Day, I want to be with you." Mu Lin still shook Mu Jifan's arm.

"Mu Lin, stop messing around, you must go back to the palace." Mu Jifan was actually angry.

"Why, why don't you let me stay with you? It's not possible at other times and it's not possible today during the New Year. Every time I want to stay over night at your place you won't let me. Can't you forget that thing? She's dead. She's been dead for many years." Mu Lin's face turned red with anger. She looked at her brother with tears in her eyes. She looked so pitiful.

Han Jiu regretted coming to Prince Cheng's Mansion again. She sighed, smiled at Yan Beiming and pointed at the door. Yan Beiming understood what she meant and nodded.

Han Jiu pulled Song Ruochen out of Chengwang Mansion when Mu Jifan and his sister were glaring at each other. This New Year was really lively. She turned around and looked at Song Ruochen, "From now on, I will spend the New Year at home and not go anywhere else."

Song Ruochen smiled faintly and doted on her. "I'll listen to you."

When the two returned to the mansion, Song Ruochen reached out and picked up Han Jiuheng and walked towards his room.

On the first day of the new year, Young Master Liu came to Han Jiu like a gust of wind and said, "Master Jiu, let's go out and play."

"Why are you so idle? Don't you care about your business?" It seems that he has done nothing serious except eating, drinking and having fun.

"Don't worry about it, someone is watching you. Come on, I found an interesting place and I'll take you there." Young Master Liu dragged Han Jiu out.

Han Jiu was already used to him pulling her, so she didn't struggle and just let him drag her out of the house. "I say, where are you taking me?"

"I found an interesting place. You'll know when you get there." Young Master Liu looked excited and mysterious.

"Are you a minor?" the man asked.

"Hey, Master Jiu, are you going to live in Beiming forever?"

Han Jiu paused and said, "I haven't really thought about this. For now, I will probably stay in Beiming."

"I think you should go back to Dayan. After all, that is your home. Besides, my old man keeps talking about you and says it's a pity that you left." Master Liu expressed his rare emotion.

"How is your grandfather's health?" Han Jiu felt happy when he thought of that clever old man.

"I'm in good health. If I hadn't said I came to Beiming to see you, he wouldn't have let me come. You know what, it really helps when I mention you." Jiu Ye is his wild card now.

"Where are you taking me?" Han Jiu found that the man led him to a courtyard that looked like a home.

"You'll know once you go in. Come on, go in." Young Master Liu turned around and pulled Han Jiu into the courtyard.

It was icy and snowy outside, but in the courtyard it was spring and flowers were blooming. There was a small bridge, flowing water, green grass and fragrant flowers in the yard. One door represented two seasons. Han Jiu raised his eyebrows as he looked at the courtyard full of spring.

Young Master Liu smiled and said, "How is it, Master Jiu? Not bad, isn't it?"

Han Jiu felt that this Young Master Liu must be a master at eating, drinking and having fun. It was amazing that he could find such a place. "Yes, what is this place for?" It couldn't be a brothel, because this guy would go to brothels eight or ten times.

As if seeing through Han Jiu's thoughts, Master Liu waved his hand and said, "Look, you think too low of me. This place is just a place to drink tea and chat. It is mainly for some literati and scholars to gather here to compete in poetry."

"Literati? You?" Han Jiu looked at him with a half-smile.

"Master Jiu, you are not right. After all, I have studied the Four Books and Five Classics." Although I didn't learn it very well.

"Oh" Han Jiu dragged out the word.

Young Master Liu smiled and said, "Don't waste time, go in and sit for a while. I tell you, this place is quite interesting."

Han Jiu didn't know what was so interesting about this place to someone like Young Master Liu, but the environment here was really nice and made people feel quiet.

There is a small two-story attic in the courtyard. The layout of the two floors is the same. The status of people on the second floor is much higher than that on the first floor. People on the first floor generally cannot go to the second floor. This was said by Mr. Liu, but he didn't know the reason.

The attic is divided into small compartments by soft curtains. Although separated, everyone can vaguely see the next door and hear each other's voices.

Each small compartment has two tables and several chairs. One table is for people to drink tea and chat, and the other long table is filled with pens, ink, paper and inkstone for the so-called literati to write poems and paint.

There is a hall in the middle with many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. These were left by people who once competed in poetry or painting here.

Young Master Liu pulled Han Jiu to sit in a more secluded spot on the first floor. Han Jiu felt a little amused and helpless sitting in such an environment with a strong scent of books. It was a miracle that someone like her could sit here.

Yes, Han Jiu doesn't like to interact with literati and scholars, because she hates their quibbling about words and having to explain everything they do with a lot of big truths, which she can't stand.

Fortunately, this place is not just for the so-called literati and scholars. There are also many people who drink tea and chat here. As long as it does not affect those who write poetry, paint, and discuss literature, no one cares what you do here.

Although Han Jiu hated to be with people who read too much, he didn't hate sitting in such a quiet place.

"Master Jiu, this place is nice, wouldn't you like to compose a poem too?" Young Master Liu poured a cup of tea. Perhaps because of the environment, he didn't act out of character as usual.

Han Jiu looked at the table with pens, inkstones, and paper on it and said, "Don't waste other people's things. I'm just here to watch the fun."

The sound of the piano permeated the entire attic. Many people downstairs showed excitement when they heard the sound. Several women also showed admiration on their faces. "Miss Rou is here. Miss Rou's piano music is so beautiful."

Miss Rou, Han Jiu listened to the pleasant piano music and thought about how high her chance of winning was. She took a sip of tea and listened to the piano music. Mr. Liu opposite smiled and said, "Master Jiu, you play the piano well, right? I came here just for this piano."

Han Jiu raised his eyebrows and said nothing. It seemed that several people at the next table had written a poem and were preparing to take it out for everyone to appreciate. If a certain number of people praised his poem, it would probably be hung in the center of the hall.

Today's topic is about the song of the young lady who played the piano on the second floor. The song is beautiful and a little sad, sometimes lively and sometimes turbulent. After the song was finished, the talented people on the first floor excitedly picked up their pens to write poems, and each of them wanted to compete with each other in poetry.

At first, Han Jiu was still hoping that she would not win the prize, but after playing the song, she felt that her chance of winning was really high.

Miss Rou, Qu Rou, Xiao Cui, your playing of this piece of music has made some progress.