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    "What did she say?" Rong Jiashang came back from the balcony.

    "She said a lot." Feng Shizhen rubbed his eyebrows, "But I always feel that she still likes Wu Yunchi in her heart and wants to take a gamble on getting married."

    "It's such a child's play to gamble on life-long events." Rong Jiashang sighed: "I know Yunchi. He has always liked girls who are smart and out-of-the-box, playful but difficult to control. He likes to conquer them most.  . This girl Fang Hua is a bit naive, honest-minded, and caringly chasing Yunchi, but he will not look back. After getting married in the future, no matter how much my brother-in-law takes care of, he will not be able to control the couple's bedroom.  go."

    Feng Shizhen rubbed his shoulders, "Then do you want to go back to prepare for the wedding?"

    Rong Jiashang shook his head, "My wife is the mistress, she can take care of this matter. I just talked with Yunchi on the phone. Considering my father's situation, I wanted to hold the wedding as soon as possible as a celebration. To put it bluntly,  , in case my father fails to pass this test, Fang Hua must observe filial piety, and it will take at least a year. However, Yunchi and Fang Hua said there was no rush, and they set the time for the seventh day of March to hold a church.  Wedding. Yunchi also had good intentions. For Fang Hua, he actually went to the church to be baptized the day before yesterday."

    "Isn't this good?" Feng Shizhen smiled, "Maybe he can really calm down and live a good life with Fang Hua after marriage."

    "I hope." Rong Jia looked like a brother who was worried about his sisters, "Never mind this. I see it's sunny outside. Let's go out for a walk? Tomorrow is the weekend again, so I can spend time with you."

    Feng Shizhen was naturally happy, and the two went out happily.

    After several days of gloom, an east wind blew away the light gray cumulus clouds overhead, revealing a washed blue sky.  The whole of Peiping is covered in snow, and the two old city walls with peeling plaster show a very elegant ancient charm under the snowy scenery.

    The Summer Palace is a land of ice and snow, and the lake is covered with thick ice.  They climbed high and looked at the garden, hugging each other tightly in the cold wind and sunshine, keeping each other warm.

    "The emperor of the Qing Dynasty may have stood where we are, looking at the scenery below." Feng Shizhen said with emotion.

    "The seas have changed, and dynasties have changed." Rong Jiashang said, "When they built this garden, did they ever think that this place would one day become a park that everyone can enter?"

    "So, no glory is eternal." Feng Shizhen said.

    They went down the mountain and went skating on the lake hand in hand.  Unfortunately, neither of them knew how to skate, so they stumbled around on the ice wearing skates and kept falling.  Instead, a group of children slipped past them like a gust of wind, laughing.

    "Are you okay?" Feng Shizhen asked.

    Rong Jiashang stretched out his hand towards her, "Darling, help me."

    Feng Shizhen smiled, staggered over and held Rong Jiashang's hand.  Rong Jiashang pulled her hard.  Feng Shizhen screamed and fell on Rong Jiashang.

    Rong Jiashang laughed proudly and arrogantly.  Feng Shizhen became angry and raised his hand to hit him hard.

    ¡°Don¡¯t be embarrassed!¡±

    "No one saw it." Rong Jia turned over and pressed Feng Shizhen down, kissed her loudly on the lips, and then got up with a bad smile.

    Feng Shizhen took off his skates, caught up with Rong Jia, and pushed him hard from behind.

    "Huh? Huh? What are you doing!" Rong Jiasheng slid out, waving his arms forward and backward, and finally fell onto his back.

    Feng Shizhen walked past him triumphantly and said with a smile, "Didn't no one see it?"

    Rong Jiashang screamed and rubbed his waist, looking dumbfounded.

    The next day, the two went out early in the morning to visit the Forbidden City.

    In the dead of winter, there were not many tourists in the Forbidden City, and the guards were very lazy. Most of them huddled in the duty room warming themselves by the fire.  The dragon chair of the Hall of Supreme Harmony stands alone in the empty hall.  Because there were no lights, the light in the hall was dim, and the exquisite paintings on the ceiling were all hidden in the darkness.  In the gaps between the stones outside the hall, withered grass swayed in the cold wind, and the snow on the ground had not been swept away.

    Rong Jiashang looked at the dragon chair quietly, his expression calm and thoughtful.

    "What are you thinking about?" Feng Shizhen walked to him.

    Rong Jiashang said: "I was thinking that no matter how glorious an empire was in the past, when it runs out of power, those glory will fleetingly disappear and never shine again."

    Feng Shizhen looked at the empty hall and sighed deeply.

    "Throughout history, in every last dynasty, no matter how hard the emperors and ministers worked, they could not save the fate of the end of the dynasty." Rong Jiashang looked sideways at her, "I remembered what you once said to me. These dynasties,  Like a ship destined to sink?Ship.  Or, the day every ship sets sail is when the countdown to her sinking begins.  "

    "Not every ship will sink." Feng Shizhen took Rong Jiashang's arm and said softly, "And even if it sinks, those people will return to the shore, build new ships, and continue their unfinished voyage.  The relationship between a person and a boat is never bound to last a lifetime."

    Rong Jiashang held her hand, smiled thoughtfully, and suddenly asked: "Do you want to sit on the dragon throne?"

    "What?" Feng Shizhen didn't react.

    Rong Jiashang took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the hall and took Feng Shizhen towards the dragon chair.

    Feng Shizhen resisted a little and said, "Isn't this bad? Why can ordinary people sit on the dragon chair?"

    "The Qing Dynasty is dead, why can't we sit on the Dragon Throne?" Rong Jiasheng picked up Feng Shizhen and placed her on the Dragon Throne.

    Feng Shizhen subconsciously held his breath and his heart beat nervously.  When you sit on the dragon chair, it looks even wider than it looks. There is nothing to lean on on all sides, so you can only sit upright.  And because the cushions were removed, the chair seemed very hard and uncomfortable to sit on.

    Rong Jiashang looked at her with a smile, "Look, you have sat on the dragon chair that even the Empress Dowager Cixi has not sat on."

    Feng Shizhen bit his lower lip and smiled, "It doesn't feel comfortable at all. Do you want to try it?"

    Rong Jiasheng squeezed up and sat side by side with Feng Shizhen, looking at the empty hall below.

    "It feels pretty good." Rong Jiashang said with a smile, "Especially sitting here with you. Why didn't the previous emperors think of sitting with the queen?"

    "That's a violation of the rules." Feng Shizhen said.

    "The rules can't keep them from holding the throne, can they?" Rong Jiashang sneered, "If it were me, I would share my throne with my beloved woman and let her stand beside me and look at the same thing as me.  Scenery. No matter how great your achievements are, if you can only stand alone at the top, what's the point?"

    Feng Shizhen felt the heat in the man's palm and looked at his handsome and thin side face. Love surged in his heart, as if it could melt the ice and snow in the courtyard outside the palace.

    The two sat on the dragon chair without speaking for a while, until the guards patrolled by and drove them off.  Rong Jiashang threw a few large pieces of silver over and stopped the guards from nagging. He took Feng Shizhen's hand and walked away to visit Dong'an Market.

    Dong'an Market is quite large, with various shops gathered there, especially shops that buy a large number of paintings, calligraphy and antiques.  Prices in Peiping are lower than in Shanghai, and even jewelry and jade are much cheaper.  Feng Shizhen used his savings to buy a pair of jade bracelets for his mother, and also took a fancy to Qi Baishi's paintings from the painting shop next door.

    The current price of Qi Baishi's paintings was one yuan per two feet, and Feng Shizhen did not have enough money on hand.  When Rong Jia heard that Mr. Feng liked Qi's paintings, he immediately generously donated his money and bought three small eight-foot paintings to give to Feng Shizhen Nuan's new house.

    ¡°My dad will definitely ask me where I got the money.¡± Feng Shizhen complained.

    "Let's just say it was a gift from the student's parents." Rong Jiashang disagreed.

    The two of them had lunch at a popular restaurant in Dong'an Market, and then went to visit Liulichang.  Neither of them had much interest in antiques, and they were just looking for novelties while shopping.  But when he walked to the door of Fujin Book Club, Feng Shizhen's eyes shone and he dived into the pile of old books, ignoring Rong Jiashang.

    Rong Jiashang knew that Feng Shizhen loved books, so he didn¡¯t bother her. He picked up a latest popular martial arts novel and started reading it.  He read a few lines of the novel and then turned to look at Feng Shizhen, like a young man who was seduced by the beautiful girl sitting next door in church.  Feng Shizhen's expression was childish and serious when he was concentrating on reading, and his mouth would be slightly pursed unconsciously, making people want to lean in and steal a kiss.

    Just when Rong Jia was scratching his head and scratching his head, preparing to steal some incense when no one was around, a voice that seemed strange yet familiar sounded.

    "JiaJia Shang?"

    Rong Jiasheng turned his head away.

    At the end of the bookshelf, seven or eight steps away, Hashimoto Shiori, wearing a black mourning dress, reappeared in Rong Jiashang's sight like a haunting female ghost.

    Having run so far away and still encountering this woman, Rong Jiashang¡¯s eyebrows couldn¡¯t help but frown heavily.  #####(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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