In the living room, Mr. Chen was waiting for silk all over his body, and he could tell at a glance that he was a rich and handsome figure. He was in his fifties, medium-sized, with a head full of black hair mixed with white hair. It was obvious that he had also experienced some vicissitudes. The beard on his chin had a long index finger. At this time, he was lifting his beard and waiting for Xuan Yi to arrive.

The matter in Youyuan was contacted by Defu, so Mr. Chen had never met Xuan Yi before. He thought that the person who could afford to rent Youyuan must not be a vulgar person. He kept thinking about how to deal with this tenant who had never met before.

The sound of footsteps sounded outside the door. Mr. Chen stood up to meet the door, and met a pair of sharp eyes. His arrogant aura made him feel a little untenable, and he couldn't help but feel chilled. But he was also a person who had seen the world and would not be scared by this small scene. He calmed down and said with a smile: "This must be Mr. Zheng."

Xuan Yi responded with a slight smile: "Mr. Chen is polite, please sit down."

As soon as he sat down, Xuan Yi continued, "Mr. Chen will go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble. Just tell me if you have anything to do."

Mr. Chen had seen many big scenes, but he didn't expect that this small scene made him feel depressed. He had to smile reluctantly and said, "Young Master Zheng is so generous, I'm not to hide it. I came here today for this Secluded Garden."

Xuan Yi glanced at him and said, "Oh, please say."

"Ten days later, it will be the annual Drunken Flower Festival. Since the Drunken Flower Festival twenty years ago, the Drunken Flower Festival is held in the Youyuan Garden. It is not because the scenery of the Youyuan Garden is unique and there are many guest rooms. It is also because the Youyuan has witnessed the beginning and end of each Drunken Flower Festival. Therefore, the Drunken Flower Festival is also wanted to be held in the Youyuan Garden. But now the Youyuan is rented by Mr. Zheng, so I came to disturb me. Please begging Mr. Zheng to agree to my request." Mr. Zheng finished speaking in one breath, looking at Xuan Yi begging.

Xuan Yi asked, "What will Drunken Flowers be?"

"Mr. Zheng is a foreigner, and I don't know what it means. The so-called Drunken Flower Party is actually a cocktail party?" Mr. Chen explained.

"A drink party?"

Looking at Xuan Yi's questioning gaze, Mr. Chen said: "Mr. Zheng misunderstood. Our cocktail party is not an ordinary cocktail party, because at the meeting, we must not only select the best wine in Luozhou City, but also the most beautiful flowers."

Xuan Yi was still puzzled and asked curiously: "Wine is from Luozhou City, can flowers not from Luozhou City?"

Mr. Chen smiled and said, "It is precisely because wine is to enter the palace, which is related to the reputation of Luozhou, so it must be selected from Luozhou. Flowers can be free from source. After all, magical flowers are spread all over the heavens, so we also want to see more."

Only then did Xuanyi remember that the tribute wines come from Luozhou every year, and he really didn't expect it to be chosen like this.

Mr. Chen continued: "Also, the expenses paid by the Zuihua Club are all under our Luozhou Chamber of Commerce. If there are disasters in that place in the world, such as floods and droughts, the colleagues who participated in the Zuihua Club will donate some money to support the court. In this way, everyone will not only choose the best wine to enter the palace for the emperor to enjoy, but also see the best flowers and make themselves lively. Why not do it?"

Xuan Yi was really funny and angry when he heard it. It seemed that the person he saw was more concerned about the world than he did. However, he also began to wonder how such a drunkard would attract people. Not only could he share his worries, but he could also relieve his worries.

Seeing that Xuan Yi had never spoken, Mr. Chen was afraid that he would not agree and continued, "Mr. Zheng, I have rented Youyuan to you now. I shouldn't have disturbed you, but I really have no choice, because I can never find a place more suitable than Youyuan, so..."

"You need to say nothing." Xuan Yi interrupted him and said, "I just agree."

"Really." Mr. Chen stood up in surprise and bowed, saying, "It would be great if this is the case. Thank you Mr. Zheng for helping me."

"It's just that... I still have a condition." Xuan Yi said habitually.

"Young Master Zheng just mentions it, I will do it."

"It's just that this Green Ivy Garden cannot be disturbed."

"That's right, that's right, Mr. Zheng, don't worry, I will definitely make arrangements."

Xuan Yi nodded with a smile, and Mr. Chen said, "In the next five days, the master will send someone to clean up and say goodbye first."

"Please, Mr. Chen."

Lan Zihui delivered the guest outside the door and came back and said, "Your Majesty, aren't we going back to the palace?"

"I won't go back now. I want to see this Drunken Flower Club. Don't you have something to deal with? Don't you hurry up and wait and see."

"Abide by the order."

Defu was still cleaning up, and Xuanyi went into the house and told him: "Eunuch De, don't clean up, I won't leave the day after tomorrow."

Defu looked at Lan Zihui differently. When he saw Lan Zihui nodding, he responded: "Yes, the emperor."

Qi Zi spent every day in the torture of self-blame. Whenever she thought about Ling Shijun's death and the people in the Ling family were sad, she felt that it was her responsibility. At this moment, she was walking quietly in the flower path, watching the busy figures of people outside the Luluo Garden, she had heard Defu say the reason. She was not interested in what the drunken flower came to her, but was just waiting for the opportunity to escape.

Looking at Defu in the kitchen from afar, Qi Zi walked over curiously, watching Defu sweating and cooking a pot of stuff in a hurry, she asked, "Eunuch De, what are you doing?"

Looking at Qizi, Defu put down the vegetable leaves in his hand and knelt down and said, "I'm the queen."

Qi Zi said angrily: "Get up, don't do this in the future."

Defu stood up and said, "I dare not. That is the rule set by my ancestors. How can I change it just by saying it?"

Knowing that he had said that he was not his, Qi Zi was not saying anything? Asked: "Look at how busy you are, what are you busy with?"

Defu smiled embarrassedly and said, "General Lan just came back and said he was a little hungry, and the servant was cooking noodles for him!"

"Cook noodles?" Qi Zi looked at Defu and asked in confusion: "Didn't the rice you ate in the past cooked? Why are you so panicked today?"

Defu smiled bitterly and said, "The Empress is joking. I know how to cook. People who eat on weekdays go to Yunxuan Tower to order them. Today, General Lan said he wanted to try the craftsmanship of the craftsmanship, and then the slaughter came to the kitchen to suffer."

Qi Zi shook his head gently, looked at the mess on the vegetable table and said helplessly: "I'll do it."

Defu hurriedly delayed and said, "No, the Empress is a body of gold. How can she do such a low-key thing? Only a slave will have a life-span."

Qi Zi said: "I have been used to making it since I was a child. Besides, cooking rice will not reduce your life."

"But I still don't dare. If the emperor knows, I will not be able to keep my head." Defu begged.

Qi Zi was a little angry and said, "It's what I want to make, it has nothing to do with him. Don't talk about it, come and help me. I haven't cooked anything for a long time."

Seeing that he could not twist Qi Zi, Defu had to start from the side with fear.

There are only vegetables, flour, and eggs on the table. These things can only be made into a bowl of noodles.
Chapter completed!