Qingliaoji

Tips: Please do not enter unless you have two places. Children with mysophobia should not enter. That year, the Seventh Duke of the clan celebrated his birthday, set up a stage, held a banquet, and invited a group of relatives, friends, nobles, and dignitaries to the party. Hong Yu was also there. When the banquet started, the magistrate arrived. Magistrate Zhang was notoriously greedy and would come up with various excuses to ask for favors from time to time. The children were disgusted with him after hearing their elders scold him too much in private. They exchanged glasses of wine and were about to take their seats when Yi'er noticed that Hong Yu was standing behind Zhang Zhixian. He unknowingly stretched out one foot, put a hand on the chair and leaned back. In an instant, he fell on his back. That was all right, but he still looked concerned, and stepped forward to help her without haste, sighing: "Hey, Mr. Zhang, what's going on?" The smile on his eyebrows couldn't be hidden, he was contemptuous and proud, and he was really cynical. … Intention: