Wu Jie felt a little nervous: This is personal essence.

"We can finally go back. Is there any time for Tan Lun's literary knowledge at this time?" Lu Chang was still a little unwilling to give up. But after looking at the sky, he knew that he had asked this more.

It was almost midnight, and now it is around 9 o'clock in the evening of the later generations of Beijing.

The ancients had the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, especially those in the officialdom would get up at four in the morning every day to go to the yamen to sing Mao. Therefore, they had to go to bed from nine to ten in the evening, which was called "solidity".

The Lu family is a wealthy family and has the same rules.

As for the royal palace, the same is true.

I just delayed for so long at Luzhu Temple. At this time, the literary meeting over there should have been dispersed.

Fatty Lu had no choice but to leave the Lu Mansion from Wu Jie and Huang Jin.

Huang Jin's subordinates also felt obedient and asked the carriage to park in another secluded alley early.

After leaving the Lu Mansion, Lu Chang was about to say goodbye to Wu Jie and Huang Jin, but saw a carriage rushing over in a arrogant manner, "Wow!" and stopped at the door of the Lu Mansion, scent of alcohol.

I saw Lu Xuan and Lin Ting and Chen get out of the car with great heights.

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Chapter completed!