There are three vigorous and powerful characters on the plaque, and the font with a black background is magnificent and solemn.

"What is it written on it?"

Song En asked.

Zong Yanxi looked up and said the three words "Fengqi Pavilion" were written on the plaque. She explained to Song En, "It is said that there was a queen of a dynasty living here, so she named it Fengqi Pavilion."

Songen blinked as if thinking about the meaning of her words.

Zong Yanxi asked, "Don't you understand?"

She paused, "The Empress is the wife of the ancient emperors of our country. Feng is the king of birds in our country. In order to demonstrate the empress's majesty, she is respected as Feng."

"The culture of your country is so special, everything is going to be cornered."

Songen understands it.

Zong Yanxi smiled, "The idiom is right, but it's not about cornering, but about cornering."

“What’s the difference?”

Zong Yanxi, “…”                                                                                                                            

Zong Yanxi said.

Songen followed her, "Can you teach me Chinese characters in the future?"

"If you want me to be your teacher, you will have to charge a fee."

Zong Yanxi looked at him and joked, "You are so rich, you can only be worth ten thousand in an hour."

Songen replied, "Yes."

Zong Yanxi laughed, "I'm kidding."

"You are my teacher."

Songen repeats it.

Zong Yanxi, “…”                                                            

She smiled after all, but looking at Song En's serious expression, she seemed to be unable to lose this student.

OK.

"I will accept you as a student."

Zong Yanxi walked towards a stall, selling ancient style fan, with exquisite patterns embroidered in satin, and red spikes hanging below. She took one in her hand and looked at it. Song En followed her to pick up one, but the one he held was not a figure painting, but a scenery, and he also mentioned two poems.

He handed it to Zong Yanxi, "What is it written on it?"

Zong Yanxi looked over and said, "A kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows."

This feeling is beyond help but it has fallen down, but it has come to my heart.

’                                                                                                                              �

The vendor selling fans was unhappy, "Have you read it?"

This is Li Qingzhao's poem, why is it nonsense?"

Zong Yanxi looked at the boss who sold fans. Are all the stalls so educated now?

The boss of buying a fan wanted Songen to buy it, and said, "This is a poem written by a famous poet in our country. It talks about love and is very suitable for you."

Zong Yanxi almost laughed aside. Why is this fan suitable for Song En?

He is an eight-foot man with a very masculine face. He holds a shaking fan and looks at the picture. Is it funny?

In order to sell things, this boss is against his will and can say anything.

Songen put down and shook his head, "I don't want it."

Seeing that the boss worked so hard, Zong Yanxi asked, "How much does it cost?"

"fifteen."

"I'll buy one."

Zong Yanxi paid for the money.

Songen stopped her from taking the money, "I'll pay."

The boss who sells fans regrets that if he knows that this woman likes her, he will shout a higher price. Then, as a big man, he will be embarrassed to bargain in front of his girlfriend.

Song En paid the money, and the boss who sold the fans put the money into his bag and said, "Your girlfriend is very beautiful."

But I thought to myself, you foreigner have cheated all the beautiful women in our country.

Zong Yanxi took a fan and glanced at the boss who sold the fan, "We are just ordinary friends."

"I saw it wrong."

The boss who sold fans smiled embarrassedly, and it turned out that he was a misunderstanding.

I thought to myself that I was lucky that this foreigner was not cheap.

It was almost ten o'clock when Zong Yanxi wanted to go home. She had just returned and had not been with her parents for a day before she had been with her parents. It was not advisable to go back too late.

Songen said, "I'll give you."

"No need, we will send no one to anyone."

Zong Yanxi said.

Songen didn't force her and said, "Okay."

The two separated, Song En took a taxi back to the hotel, but unexpectedly saw Jiang Mohan.

Jiang Mohan was standing at the elevator entrance and was explaining to Nancheng Company. He didn't pay attention to the person looking here. Song En walked over, "Mr. Jiang."

Look at Nancheng.

"Is there something wrong?"

When Jiang Mohan saw him, he responded indifferently.

“Can we talk?”

Songen asked.

Nancheng did not forget about the fact that he framed Jiang Mohan in Thailand, and his face was gloomy, "Mr. Muticha is a good method, but do you think that can trip us up?"

Jiang Mohan frowned slightly, "Nancheng, you go back first."

"But..." Nancheng stopped and reluctantly got into the elevator when he met Jiang Mohan's gaze.

“I know there is a place that is very quiet.”

Jiang Mohan walked forward to lead the way, and Song En followed. The two went to the business district on the top floor. The top floor of this hotel was very humanized and provided a good place for those who came to discuss business. It has strong privacy and quietness, which is very suitable for talking about things.

It is obvious that Jiang Mohan is much more familiar with City C. So after talking to the hotel manager for a few words, he arranged the best private room.

The waiter brought the tea in, then retreated and closed the door.
Chapter completed!