Chapter 7 Venue (1).

At first glance, the surrounding streets are desolate and empty, with nothing at all.

As Lu Sheng kept looking, he thought about getting something for Er Niang and Yi Yi, and also buying some small gifts to bring back. These watercolor paints are not expensive, and occasionally you can find good quality ones, which would make nice little gifts.

So, have you seen...

The doorman saw Lu Sheng sitting in the car and quickly went up to greet him.

A street vendor is slowly pushing his cart forward, with a smiling face, wearing a gray cloth gown and a gray-white melon skin hat.

You know, it's fine. Sheng Ge, your identity is different. If it were someone else, I wouldn't be so worried...

Oh! Sheng Ge Er!

Lu Sheng shook his head. Money is just a small matter. After all, the Lu family is wealthy and influential. There will always be people coming to offer money.

The vendor walked slowly forward, while several children were playing and chasing each other on the side.

Those vendors and those group of children are all abnormal.

Lusheng estimated that he was about to close the shop, so he prepared to speed up and catch up.

It's okay, it's okay, hahaha, Sheng Ge is still very loyal.

Just let me keep a low profile, okay? Lu Sheng smiled, understanding the other party's concerns.

Turn into the alley.

Lu Sheng and Lu Junyi, as well as He Lusheng, are all standard wealthy young masters in the Nine Linked Villages. However, he is different from others. This guy has achieved fame and success. He recently passed the provincial examination and obtained the title of Xiucai. It is said that he has good literary talent.

There are not many pedestrians on both sides of the street, and occasionally only a few can be seen.

It's completely different from the previous emptiness.

This is also something that Lusheng loves to listen to.

Is the master here?

The smile on Lu Sheng's face gradually disappeared.

Huh? ? ?

He smiled and took out ten taels of silver from his waist pouch, and handed it over.

Seated in the car, Lu Sheng was recalling all the things that happened before.

Outside the restaurant, vendors are pushing wooden carts to sell water and flour, slowly moving along the street.

Except for the entrance of the restaurant, the rest of the place is a bit deserted.

The best rouge and face powder, come and take a look, ladies and young ladies.

In the afternoon, the streets became increasingly deserted, with many shops closing their doors.

On one side, it is extremely lively, forming a sharp contrast with the desolate streets on this side.

Didn't you see the watercolor truck? We play here every day. The watercolor truck usually comes to sell in the morning, and in the afternoon, we go to the antique street over there.

The sound of footsteps is unusually clear, and the closer he gets to the tavern, the more he feels a warm sensation all over his body.

The setting sun is going down, and a drizzle has just fallen on the street. The wet ground reflects a faint red light.

Brother, what do you want to ask? You can tell me.

With a flick of the whip, the thin and weak old horse slowly began to move its feet.

The gatekeeper's surname is Wang. He is the eighth in the family. Everyone usually calls him Xiaoba. He is a clever young man. He is only seventeen years old this year. He inherited his father's job and also came to work as a gatekeeper at the Lu family's house.

Lu Sheng suddenly understood why this guy was looking for him. Although he was a rich young master, he had a strong liking for gambling and often ended up short of money, borrowing from everywhere.

The noise of the children instantly disappeared. According to reason, children of this age cannot be so tacit and suddenly become silent.

Did you see it in your dream, big brother? Hehehe...

He turned around and glanced at the restaurant. The large shadow of the Goldfish Restaurant was cast by the sunlight.

A group of vendors slowly push their water powder carts, constantly moving in the shadows.

Lu Sheng took a deep breath of cold air and quickly stopped a carriage.

Shouts and calls rise and fall, echoing through the empty streets.

A guest with body temperature passed by him one by one, and someone accidentally bumped into him, and quickly apologized to him.

He held the invitation card and then left the restaurant.