According to the evaluation of ancient people, it is a very romantic thing for fireworks to go down to the south of the Yangtze River in March. In other words, to be extremely elegant, fireworks, March, and Jiangnan are all indispensable.
Therefore, when I go south this time, I can’t get even a hair of the word “elegance” on me.
May in the lunar calendar is about six months in the modern calendar. It's a good time for Xiaoshu when the sun is exceptionally red. I can't afford to eat in the palace, but I can handle it wearing a singlet. As soon as I went out, the sun was scorching, and my sweat dropped like a faucet. Mr. Su and I were in a good mood, we were so nervous sitting in the car. It's a pity that Fu Xiaohou and his young boy were exposed to the sun from morning to night on horseback. After traveling for several days, Fu Xiaohou's jade-like white face turned red and turned yellow. I felt pity for him and asked him to sit in the car with me.
Fu Xiaohou didn't know which sinew was wrong, and he refused to get in the car no matter how hard I tried to persuade him. I guess the mule who laughed at me earlier couldn't help but feel embarrassed. To save face or suffer the consequences.
After driving on the road from Sansui, we arrived at a small town called Zhengxing on the border of Zhongzhou. As usual, Sheldon Xiao and Fu Qingshu's servant Mo Yu found the most popular inn and booked four upper rooms. I, Mr. Su, Fu Xiaohou, have one room each, and my loyal uncle, Sheldon Xiao, Moyu, and the three of them are crowded into the other room. Sheldon Xiao took a break and came over to ask for my instructions: "Your Majesty, do you have to book the guest room for two days today?"
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