In April, Jiangning finally received its first rain.
The whole night, there were raindrops hanging on the trees outside the window as I recited poems and composed poems. I was afraid of disturbing your enjoyment, so I didn’t come here. It’s not as unpleasant as what you two old men said!”
Hearing what Lu Heng said was interesting, the two old men burst into laughter.
After Wu Ningyuan smiled, he beckoned over the powerful man who had spoken to Lu Heng last time. After giving some instructions, the man took Lu Heng's rice bag and asked a warrior to replace Lu Heng.
Went to buy rice.
While the three of them were drinking, they talked about some interesting things about Jiangning recently. Of course, they also talked about the Qinhuai Poetry Fair some time ago.
"The Qinhuai Poetry Fair is a top event in my week that is comparable to the Tokyo Poetry Fair. If Yongzheng has time, you might as well go and see it!" Zhang Wenshan filled the three people with wine, put down the wine bottle, and looked at Lu with a smile.
Heng said.
"Yes, even though you are not very good at academics, you still have some crooked talents. It doesn't hurt to go and have a look!" Prince Ning drank the wine in the glass with a smile, reached out and patted Lu Heng's shoulder, laughing and encouraging.
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Lu Heng smiled, nodded and said, "I'll probably go!"
"Oh? Didn't you say some time ago that something happened at home and you might not be able to get through it?" Prince Ning asked slightly surprised.
Lu Heng nodded, then looked at the two elders with a smile while holding the wine glass: "There were some things before, but the matter is almost settled!"