Three years later, Hangzhou.

The gentle spring breeze blows on the earth, and people who have been dormant for a winter have rushed to the streets one after another.

There are thousands of willows bathed in the spring sun by the lake. There are endless men and women coming out to enjoy the scenery in spring. There are also many talented scholars, ladies and ladies, and beautiful women holding their children. The white-haired scholar touched his beards and stood between the pavilions and pavilions, looking up at the distance.

Woo--

A strange roar sounded by the Xizi Lake, which was like a scroll of ancient style. The white mist was visible from afar. Outside the Yichun Tower, two black iron bars were embedded in the antique bluestone street. The brothel singer standing by the windowsill, holding a round fan, watched the behemoth slowly approaching in the distance.

Woo--

Bang-bang-bang-

Li Bairen and Jing Feng rode the Black Feather Guards’ horses, driving the hilarious children on the streets. Between the restaurants and teahouses, the scholar swayed his folding fans and poked his head out of the attic window. The square scarf danced in the wind, looking at the antique... train?

That's right, since Wanjia paved a circle of railway tracks around West Lake and pulled out this thing, the poetry and literary clubs in Hangzhou were just infuriating, and they were all wondering how to name it. The big cart that Wuma Wuniu ran by himself, Xu Ziling felt that it should be called a "bicycle", but Wanjia had to call this thing "train". Most people felt that the name was not worthy of it, but the nomination for the imperial letter of the governor Cao was nominated by the emperor.

On Huansha Street, the huge frame slowly climbed across the street, and craftsmen often ran down from above to take a look and knocked.

The front of the car is large and not exquisite, but the two carriages behind are gorgeous and unspeakable. They are made of golden nanmu. The surface is carved with complex patterns, the roof is similar to a veranda, and various auspicious beasts are carved. The row of iron wheels below are a bit unsightly.

"Who designed this? They all drew sketches and made it into four-dimensional characters. What's this thing? Ancient style punk?"

Cao Hua was wearing a scholar's robe and stood in the cab at the front of the car, looking at the car behind him with disgust.

Han'er was wearing a woman's bun, holding a long sword in her hand, spreading her hands slightly helplessly:

"Wanjia heard that it was your customized car, so he didn't dare to neglect it, so he hired a few famous artists to take action, and then it became like this."

Cao Hua shook the fan. Although he was a little disappointed, it was already surprising that he could make this thing in three years. He didn't say much at the moment. He stepped on the white tiger skin carpet and entered the carriage. Even the street stalls used white tiger skin. Wanjia spent a lot of money. Han'er was so distressed that he didn't dare to step on it, for fear that it would get dirty and had to change it.

Outside is the beautiful West Lake landscape, and the carriage is not inferior at all.

In the wide carriage, there is a soft couch and a tea table just right there, with a glass skylight on it, you can see the flowing clouds and flying birds in the sky.

The bells and swallows lay or sat, watching all kinds of strange things.

Zhao Tianluo stood in front of the carriage, wearing a palace skirt, still looking calm and composed as usual, but the curiosity in Qingshui's eyes could not be concealed. He looked at the scenery outside with his forehead like a little girl, and then touched the glass with his fingers.

Cao Hua walked behind, leaned against Luoer's cheek, and looked at Heyilou in the distance: "What are you looking at? Can there be a beauty?"

Zhao Tianluo shook his fear, hit Cao Hua with his shoulder, and said softly:

"I was scared... I missed my son. I came to Jiangnan for a trip. Why didn't I bring the clown with me?"

"Old man Lu teaches him to practice martial arts. Now it's time to lay his groundwork. If you come out and wander for half a year, it will definitely be abandoned."

Cao Hua surrounded her little waist and comforted her softly.

Zhao Tianluo looked at the carriage in a blink of an eye and snorted faintly: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. If you have a child in front of you, you can't do anything randomly."

"hehe...."

Cao Hua did not answer.

In the gorgeous carriage, Xie Yijun was wearing a gorgeous red dress and leaned against the soft couch.

Yutang was next to him, holding his shoulders very quickly, secretly glanced at Cao Hua in the distance, and muttered in a low voice:

"Sister Xie, the princess must be teaching the young master a lesson. I will know it when I look at the young master's expression."

Yutang is now a big girl, but as Cao Hua's maid, she can't be as free as others. She was forced to wear it all by Cao Hua... Well... The rabbit girl's tight dress with two rabbit ears on her head, looks quite cute, but it's too explicit in this era. Fortunately, the carriage is full of her own wives, and Hu Sanniang and Huan'er are accompanied by her, so she is not too shy.

Xie Yijun leaned against the soft collapse, holding a glass of red wine in her hand and swayed slightly:

"Your princess is just jealous."

Zhu Qufei held the round fan and sat a little lazy, responding with a smile:

"Yijun, you are still jealous, and you are still talking about others."

"He promised to accompany me to travel around the world, but he took you all with me. What's wrong with me jealous?"

Xie Yijun raised her eyebrows, picked up the glass and took a sip, then frowned slightly: "What kind of wine is so hard to drink."

"Wine." Zhu Qufei chuckled: "I think the taste is good, every time my little husband..." said this, and stopped quickly, his face turned red.

Xie Yijun snorted lightly and pushed her master's cheek away from her shoulders: "Master, you are usually serious, don't do whatever he says. Last time you were tied up, I thought..."

Zhu Qufei's face turned red and sat upright slightly, and said angrily: "He is doing randomly, what can I do? So, you don't save me if you find out. She even said 'Master, hang out', 'Master, don't move around', which is more energetic than the young man..."

"cough--"

Xie Yijun's face looked a little strange, and raised her hand and bounced on Yutang's forehead who was eavesdropping: "Don't eavesdrop, kid."

Yutang smiled trepidly and nodded seriously.

The carriage was very big, and next to the piano platform behind the bead curtain, Huan'er shyly hid behind Li Shishi and refused to get up.

Su Xiangning held the pipa and looked at the drums in front of her curiously. She looked at them carefully for a long time before she asked:

"Shi Shi, is this instrument really not used for funerals?"

"I thought about it for two days and found that it sounds pretty good, and it is very suitable for black and white weddings."

Li Shishi, wearing a dance dress, had a beautiful cheeks quite calm. He held two drum hammers and beat them twice with great posture.

Try and hit - Try and hit -

Li Shishi is a master of music theory, and his level is much higher than Su Xiangning. After Cao Hua said it roughly, he developed it himself and is currently in the exploration stage.

Su Xiangning listened for a moment, then nodded seriously and said Rourou:

"My husband is really knowledgeable and talented."

Shen Yubai was lying bored on the soft couch next to him, still looking like a petite little girl. Occasionally, Hu Sanniang walked by with a tray, and raised her hand to touch her bare long legs, with her eyes full of envy.

Seeing this scene, Su Xiangning's face turned a little red. She glanced at the shameless girl Huan'er next to her and said, "It's just too inappropriate. This kind of clothes is worn by my daughter's family, and she can't even cover her buttocks..."

Li Shishi didn't look sideways, quietly pulled up the hem of the dance skirt, revealing the high heels and stockings below:

"He wanted me to dress like that..."

Su Xiangning was stunned and turned her head to look at her for a few times: "Then why aren't you wearing it? With my husband's temper..."

Li Shishi looked panicked, lowered his head and said no more.

Chen Yu supported his chin with both hands, swayed his embroidered shoes, and hummed softly:

"What else can I do? I surrender to the Cao surnamed, 'The waist is as gentle as a willow, and the jade tree carries the backyard', tsk tsk..."

Huan'er's face turned red. As Li Shishi's dowry maid, she was inevitably helping to "help the dragon into the cave" in the boudoir, so she naturally knew the situation.

Li Shishi moved a few uncomfortable times and glanced at Chen Yu with a little annoyance.

Su Xiangning was stunned, looked down at Li Shishi's buttocks, and then looked at Huan'er, which meant something inexplicable.

I guess the whispering to the side is that the tea table in the corner of the carriage is obviously much quieter.

Zhao Fei, who was round and moist, sat on the couch with a blushing face, and was afraid to look at the opposite side with a small sip of tea.

Jing Xue was wearing a snow-white high-slit cheongsam, which was almost opened to her waist. She kept using the hem of the cheongsam to cover her legs. From the side, it can be seen that she was wearing nothing inside.

Luzhu was shy and saw Hu Sanniang walking back and forth with shame and anger, and muttered in a low voice:

"Young master is really, why did you make Sister Sanniang dress like this? Look, Sister Sanniang is embarrassed and can't walk steadily."

Zhao Fei drank tea dignifiedly and followed the guidance, just like teaching the younger generation a lesson:

"Yes, my daughter's clothes are not well-dressed, and it looks like something when it is heard. This kind of clothes are not worn by my daughter's family...ah..."

Jing Xue was embarrassed and wanted to find something to cover herself, so she could only hide behind the Luzhu:

"Stop talking, my husband turns to bully who is easy to bully... No, Sister Fei'er, why are you doing it well?"

Zhao Fei held the teacup and her face turned slightly red. She was silent for a long time and looked at Zhu Qufei who was lying in the distance to watch the show:

"I...I have a way to deal with Prince Cao..."

"What's the solution? Sister Fei'er, please tell me."

Jing Xue is now the youngest and has no way to deal with her husband. When she heard that the soft Zhao Fei had a way to deal with Cao Hua, she naturally became interested.

Zhao Fei dared to say that, and hesitated for a long time before muttering:

"No matter how powerful a man is, sometimes he can't beat a woman..."

"Ahem—"

Cao Hua came to Zhao Fei at some point and leaned over to him:

"Sister-in-law, what did you say?"

"My husband... nothing..."

Zhao Fei looked slightly panicked, and hurriedly got up and ran to Zhao Tianluo on the other end.

Cao Hua looked at Jing Xue and Lu Zhu, and they also lowered their heads with smiles, and then ran away in the name of enjoying the scenery.

Cao Hua shook his head and chuckled his finger.

Hu Sanniang looked ashamed and angry. She was wearing the dress of a bunny girl, and her legs were extremely long, and she slowly walked up to her and handed him the tray filled with wine glasses:

"master."
To be continued...