Chen Guang did not expect that when Cui Erlang and Zhong Xiaoyi returned to the military camp, when others asked about their experience in Gao Mansion, someone told a joke, they were beaten to the point of being so angry that they vomited blood, and even alarmed Gao Xianzhi.

"Chen Lang, Chen Lang, I can't wait to summon the kings of Anxi to listen to the joy of the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

Gao Xianzhi, who did not go to the Protectorate's Mansion the next day, listened to Chen Guang's command music in the mansion and played the three sets, and it took him a long time to calm down. Especially the song "The King of Xiang" made him recall the scene when he went to Chang'an to worship the saints with his father when he was young.

"There is no need to be anxious. We have only been practicing for two days. There are still many flaws that need to be polished."

Chen Guang replied cautiously that he had heard Feng Changqing say that if his three sets of songs satisfy Gao Xianzhi, he would go to Chang'an and play them in front of the saints, which means that the cooperation between the musicians cannot be made in any way.

"Chen Lang is cautious, so I feel relieved. Then it will be scheduled to have a great banquet for the kings of Anxi in the Kucha Palace."

Gao Xianzhi said in a deep voice that he was the new deputy chief archer of Anxi, and he knew the military affairs of Anxi, and that it was appropriate to inform the countries of Hoi Anxi. Now, with the three magnificent songs of Chen Guang, he will definitely be able to overcome the process thousands of miles.

Gao Xianzhi, who has always been generous, is naturally not stingy this time, and let the old manager get hundreds of chunks of shares to the people. Chen Guang naturally rewarded ten kilograms of gold. This time, Shen Guang did not refuse, and the three songs were definitely worth this price.

After seeing off the happy Gao Xianzhi, Chen Guang led the enthusiastic musicians to continue playing together after receiving the reward. This time he began to stop from time to time to point out the mistakes that occurred during the ensemble, which calmed down the musicians' somewhat inflated mentality.

"These are some new music. After you copy it, you will take the time to practice it. In ten days, a certain person will be compared with you."

After taking out the music prepared in the past few days from his arms and handing it to the musicians, Chen Guang instructed that no matter how good the music is, the practice of tossing and turning every day will sooner or later make people feel boring, so he handed over the musicians the musicians the musicians to practice as a conditioner.

People are no longer surprised by Shen Guang, who always takes out new songs, but instead rush to copy the music score. Fortunately, Shen Guang has prepared no less than twenty music scores this time, which is enough for people to copy them separately.

After leaving Gao Mansion, Chen Guangzhi returned to Chenyuan. Now most of his energy is on the soon-to-be-built concert hall. Even Feng Changqing would sneak out of the Protectorate's Mansion from time to time to check the progress. In Feng Changqing's words, the princes, nobles and wealthy businessmen in the city can't wait to give them money.

"Why is this Lelou named Fanlou? What's the point of this?"

Looking at the Lelou plaque carrying Fanlou, Feng Changqing frowned and asked Chen Guang. Even though he was knowledgeable, he could not think that the character Fan could be related to Qumu.

"Brother Feng doesn't know that the restaurant that my mother opened when she was in the river was called Fanlou. At that time, my mother could play music to attract customers..."

Chen Guang was talking nonsense seriously. After hearing this, Feng Changqing could only give up his plan to rename him. Loyalty and filial piety are the foundation of being a human being. Chen Lang named Fan Lou and wanted to miss his mother. What can he do?

Brother Feng, you don’t understand. This Fanlou is the name of Daji!

Looking at Feng Changqing's eyes with regret when he looked at the plaque of Fanlou that was hanging on it, Chen Guang could only say silently in his heart.

Walking into the interior of Fan Building, the audience seats inside were divided into two upper and lower floors, about fifteen rows of lower floors, arranged in trapezoidal shapes from high to bottom. Feng Changqing counted, and there were only about two hundred seats, while the upper floor was divided into ten private rooms, each private room was only enough to sit at most six or seven people.

"The Fan Tower of Chen Lang is really fresh. The layout here is unprecedented and unheard of!"

Feng Changqing watched the men erect uneven wooden boards on the surrounding walls with ladders and felt sticking inside. He had no idea what to do, so he could only look at the sunken light beside him.

"Brother Feng, come and sit and watch. This chair is very comfortable."

Chen Guang naturally couldn't explain to Feng Changqing what acoustic design is, what diffuse reflection of sound, and what natural sound resonance is, so he could only bring the topic elsewhere.

Feng Changqing sat on the average-sized backrest chairs on the lower floor, and felt that the wide seat was very comfortable. "What is under this leather cushion?"

"Brother Feng is really smart. I have someone put a squeeze of kapok in these leather pads, and the backrest is the same."

Chen Guang said with a complacent look that he had spent a lot of effort on these seats. As soon as Fanlou started construction, he drew drawings for Cao Juyan to find the cobblers and carpenters in the city to make these simple sofa chairs that could only be considered simple. Now it looks good, at least Feng Changqing had no intention of getting up again after sitting down.

"Chen Lang has such a wonderful idea."

Putting his hand on the spacious armrests on both sides, Feng Changqing slid down and fell into the sofa chair. He learned how to lie down without any instruction, then stretched his waist and let out a comfortable moan, "This chair is good, how many are Chen Lang here?"

"Brother Feng knows the goods. I have prepared them here for a long time. Brother Feng likes them. I will send them to Brother Feng's house."

"There is no need for a certain family. I'll be someone to come to pick it up later. By the way, has this chair been left for the custodian?"

"Brother Feng, don't worry, I have prepared more than a dozen more pictures. If the Protector likes it, he can still give it to someone."

"Chen Lang is indeed free from water when doing things, so I feel relieved. Chen Lang, let me lie down."

Facts have proved that people are pursuing comfort and are deeply lazy. Feng Changqing was trapped in the sofa at this time, so lazy that he didn't want to move at all. At this time, for him, when he went to his official documents, he just wanted to lie quietly and did nothing.

"Brother Feng is casual."

Chen Guang naturally would not disturb Feng Changqing. He knew that Feng Changqing was almost exhausted in the workplace on weekdays. Gao Xianzhi, the boss, was used to being a hand-off manager, and he handed over all the chores to Feng Changqing for his care. However, the deputy governor Cheng Qianli also liked to be lazy, so Feng Changqing actually became the butler of the Anxi Army.

After leaving Fanlou, Chen Guang called Abu to say, "I will prepare a collection of objects for Judge Feng to load the vehicle in the study."

"Yes, husband."

Abu nodded and said, "The master asked Cao Yalang to make a lot of furniture and utensils from the carpenters and cobblers in the city, and spent dozens of minutes."

Feng Changqing slept in a daze, and when he woke up, he felt relieved. Since he was left in Yancheng by the Lord and taking care of various chores in the Yudu Protectorate's Mansion, he forgot when the last nap happened.

"Judge Feng, you are awake."

"Where is Chen Lang?"

"Mr. Lang has gone out to the West Market."

Abu replied honestly that in the past ten days, the husband of the Langjun would go to the West Market for the first half of the day, and when he came back, he would write down the prices of goods sold in various shops in the West Market, and also do things called tables and post them on the wall to study.

"I'm going to Xishi again, Chen Lang has anything to say to someone."

After receiving the iced mung bean soup handed over by the famous Persiannu, Feng Changqing looked at the big and thick men coming and going around Fanlou. After drinking the bowl of mung bean soup, he couldn't help but say to himself, "Why are all men? Chen Lang has that habit!"

Abu was listening to the judge Feng's words to himself, and could only pretend not to hear it. However, he also felt that the mansion was full of men, but there was no female slave in Haitang Bookstore www.htsw.info]. It was indeed inappropriate.

"I was negligent. When I went to Brother An's place that day, I should ask Brother An to take out some Persian cats called Chen Lang to choose from."

Putting down the small bowl in his hand, Feng Changqing thought that he had taken a lot of advantages from Shen Guang recently, and his face turned red with a rare moment. He planned to go back to find the Lord to ask Chen Guang for several maids to come, so as not to slander Chen Lang.

After leaving Chenyuan, looking at the rows of shops on both sides of Fanlou, Feng Changqing couldn't help but touch a few strands of beard on his chin and squinted his eyes. Chen Lang was indeed very smart. With Fanlou, he was not afraid of not having customers, and these shops were not afraid of not being rented out. It seems that Chen Lang also knows the skills of business.
Chapter completed!