Daqian Night Emperor
Chapter 252: Celebration Tour
Chapter 252: Celebration Tour
After breakfast, Zhao Qian'an told Old Nie to go to the backyard to get the carriage.
When Mr. Nie heard that Zhao Qian'an and his group were going out to play on the street, he happily drove out the most luxurious carriage in the mansion.
The body of that luxurious carriage was inlaid with gems of various colors, and the pearl on the top was half the size of a person's head. The carriage was painted with dragons and phoenixes, and was very beautiful.
This was the sedan chair that Yuzhen used to ride when she traveled. She was a person who paid the most attention to appearance and style, and the sedan chair she chose was so noble that one could tell its elegance from a distance at a glance.
Zhao Qi'an has never used it. He doesn't like anything that is too luxurious or high-profile.
But today, I have to travel in this chariot.
After all, tomorrow is His Majesty's 80th birthday. On this day of universal celebration, the entire Kyoto city is bustling with people, and the streets are crowded with people. Ordinary carriages cannot pass through it at all, so it is better to walk.
Only this chariot printed with the logos of the Zhao family and the princess's mansion could travel on the lane reserved for dignitaries and would not be blocked by today's crowded crowd.
Zhao Qi'an took them to Zhao's shopping mall in the west of the city.
There are few shops in the inner city, and peddlers and hawkers cannot enter the inner city. The level of liveliness is definitely not comparable to that of the outer city.
These days, the most lively places in the entire Kyoto city are nothing more than the East and West Markets. The West Market is their own territory, so it is pleasant to stroll around.
"After we go to the West City Market, I can go to the dock warehouse to count the birthday gifts. I can let Chou Nu take Wu Wen to play in the market. With Old Nie looking after them, nothing should go wrong."
He had a good idea in mind, as it would allow him to travel and work at the same time.
However, the streets were congested today and the carriages were still affected.
By the time Zhao Qi'an and his group arrived in West City, it was almost noon.
"Let's go to the Star Picking Tower."
Zhao Qi'an thought about it and decided to let Mr. Nie drive the carriage to Zhaixing Tower to solve the lunch problem first.
……
Outside the Zhaixing Tower, willow trees on both sides of the river are drooping, and many pedestrians are enjoying the cool under the trees.
It was already very hot in Kyoto in mid-July.
Zhao Qi'an got off the carriage, and then Zhao Wuwen followed suit.
The ugly slave followed along, sticking out his tongue and fanning himself with his hands: "It's so hot, I should have brought an umbrella with me."
She was wearing a light green silk dress today, which, if worn by other women, would have made her look like a beautiful girl from a small family.
But when worn by the ugly slave, the loose skirt became a tight skirt, which outlined her full muscles, and the two small buns on her head made her look particularly out of place.
Like Nezha.
Zhao Qi'an watched her sticking out her tongue and panting, and she even lifted up her skirt to fan herself in a very unpresentable way...
He really couldn't imagine what it would look like if the ugly slave restored his appearance one day and performed this action.
On the contrary, Zhao Wuwen followed Zhao Qian'an quietly without saying a word.
Standing next to her, even in the hottest days of summer, I can always feel a chill.
Zhao Qi stood beside her with a comfortable feeling, his eyes looking towards the Zhaixing Tower.
On the street, horse-drawn carriages moved slowly, peddlers carried their wares on shoulder poles and hawked their wares along the street, shops were lined up along the street, and pedestrians stopped to watch from time to time.
"Sour jujube cake, freshly baked sour jujube cake..."
The sound of a peddler hawking his wares also attracted Zhao Wuwen's attention.
Zhao Qi'an was a little surprised: "You want to eat this?"
Zhao Wuwen whispered, "Brother loves to eat." Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
He didn't expect that Zhao Wuwen actually remembered this.
Although they were both adopted sons, the little Taoist boy Zhao Lingyun had only been in his care for a few months and had hardly had any contact with Zhao Wuwen before he was sent to Dean An by Zhao Qi'an.
Zhao Qi'an originally thought that this pair of siblings should have no feelings for each other, but he didn't expect that Zhao Wuwen actually knew that Zhao Lingyun liked to eat sour jujube cakes.
Zhao Wuwen said, "I want to buy some and bring it to my younger brother later."
Zhao Qi'an took out a small bag of loose silver from his bosom and put it in his hand to cushion the matter. He estimated that there were about fifty or sixty taels of silver. Then he handed it to Zhao Wuwen and said, "Buy whatever you want today. If it's not enough, ask me again."
"Oh."
Zhao Wuwen had lived in a charity since she was a child and had never spent much money in her life. She had no concept of money, so she accepted the money Zhao Qi'an gave her.
Then she took the silver and walked towards the vendor selling sour date cakes.
Zhao Qi'an saw her take out a silver ingot and give it to the vendor from afar. The vendor took it bravely, held his forehead, and said to the ugly slave beside him: "Go follow Wu Wen, don't let her get cheated."
The ugly slave took one look over there, and immediately became furious, and walked over with his sleeves rolled up.
When the two came back, all the sour jujube cakes on the stall were wrapped into circles.
Zhao Wuwen was holding a large bag of sour jujube cakes, still a little confused, and said to Zhao Qi'an: "Godfather, the vendor didn't even take my money."
The ugly slave snorted, "He dares to take the money! I will break his legs!"
Zhao Qi'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Alright, let's go in and eat first. Eat less of this sour jujube cake, the chef at Zhaixing Tower is very good."
The ugly slave looked at the endless stream of guests at the entrance of Zhaixing Tower and said anxiously, "Master, there are so many people in this restaurant, how can we get a seat? How about changing to another one?"
For a normal restaurant, business is average at noon, and the busiest time is at night.
But Zhaixing Tower is an exception. It has many guests on weekdays, and today, as it is a celebration, there are even more guests.
But Zhao Qi'an was not worried about this problem: "No need, just go in."
No matter how busy it is in the Zhaixing Tower, there is always a special private room vacant, which is reserved specifically for him.
After all, Zhao Qi'an is the owner of the Zhaixing Tower.
……
When Zhao Qi'an led his men into Zhaixing Tower, the servant of Zhaixing Tower did not recognize them at first and said politely, "Gentlemen, we are fully booked today. Would you like to find another place?"
Fortunately, the shopkeeper who was using an abacus in the accounting office looked up and was startled when he saw Zhao Qinan. He hurried out to greet him: "Don't blame me, boss. This guy is new here and doesn't know the rules."
The servant then realized who the visitor was and apologized profusely.
Zhao Qi'an waved his hand and said to the shopkeeper, "Go prepare a banquet and send it to Tianyu Pavilion."
"Yes."
The shopkeeper bowed in response, but was in no hurry to leave. Instead, he moved closer to Zhao Qi'an and whispered, "Boss, the second prince is hosting a banquet on the third floor."
Is the second prince here?
There was a hint of something strange in Zhao Qian'an's eyes, but his face remained expressionless. He nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.
The shopkeeper then left, and the servant kindly invited the few people to go upstairs.
Tianyu Pavilion is on the fourth floor, but when Zhao Qi'an passed by the third floor, he heard people talking and drinking inside. He stopped for a while, thought for a moment, and said to Chounu and others: "You go up first, I'll be there soon."
(End of this chapter)
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