Qinglou Pavilion, famous building in the imperial city. There is music and singing every night, and there are all kinds of strange things.
"Here comes the top card!" The boy shouted, and hundreds of nobles from Kyoto looked upstairs.
"Hello everyone, hello everyone~" Cang Shijin walked slowly down the stairs dressed in white.
Suddenly someone shouted: "Where is Miss Feng going to Korea?"
"Goryeo? I - pfft, you're a fool, you're a man!" Cang Shijin immediately rolled up his sleeves, his handsome face as dark as Bao Gong's.
At this time, a provocative voice sounded, "Then Mr. Feng, come and accompany me~"
I saw the person dressed in black, with a folding fan unfolded to cover most of her face, and her big clear eyes looking at him frivolously. She was Luo Qian'er.
Without saying a word, Cang Shijin waved her sleeves and ran upstairs with Luo Qian'er on her shoulders.
What happened next?
"Oh, sir, would you like a pot of tea?"