As soon as the food started, Bei Qixi forgot about going to the concert.

"Oh my god, it's so delicious! It's just not spicy enough, bring me some chili sauce." Bei Qixi said to the maid standing on the side waiting for her.

I.M. Pei stopped her, "You can't eat spicy food now. I specifically asked the chef to stop eating spicy food."

Bei Qixi disagreed, "Why can't I eat spicy food? You know I like curry very much."

"Eating spicy food will aggravate the pain. If you are not afraid of the pain for a few more days, just eat it." I.M. Pei took out a corn cob from the hot pot and put it into her bowl.

Only then did Bei Qixi remember his lower abdomen that was vaguely painful, so he gave up.

Bei Qixi didn’t eat much because of stomachache in the morning and at noon. Now Bei Qixi fully demonstrated her combat effectiveness.

Her strength of wind-swinging clouds really surprised I.M. Pei.

After having enough hot pot, Bei Qixi had another special avocado salad cup. Then, looking at the empty plate in front of her, she smiled happily and exclaimed.

When I got back to the taste, it was already an hour later.

At that time, Bei Qixi was no longer so full, and her dysmenorrhea seemed to have passed, so she suddenly realized, "You actually used a hot pot to trick me from going to the concert." Bei Qixi said in a tone of injustice.

She looked at the time. At this point, the concert had already reached the second half. Even if she rushed over immediately, she might have ended when she got there.

I.M. Pei's eyes flashed over Bei Qixi's unwilling face, and there was a bit of scheming in his eyes. He spoke slightly, "You are still good at getting a bargain."

"Do you know how long I have been looking forward to this concert?" Bei Qixi said with fingerprints, a bit unreasonable.

I.M. Pei's clear eyes flashed faintly, and he asked unhappily: "Do you know the concert playlist?"

Bei Qixi was stunned, "I know, what's wrong?"

"Come with me."

Bei Qixi's reaction was slow for a few seconds, and then followed I.M. Pei's steps.

I.M. Pei took her to the celebration hall of Bearanting.

The place where the royal family has always held grand celebrations is extremely grand. Carved beams and painted buildings all show the honor of royal power. Standing here, it is not difficult to imagine how the emperor a hundred years ago sat on this hall and stood tall.

However, Bei Huaiyang's birthday party has just been held here, so it is filled with a joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

"What did you bring me here to do?" Bei Qixi couldn't understand.

"Don't you want to listen to the concert?"

Bei Qixi's clear water eyes lit up, and he was so excited, "Did you invite Jay Chou to Bevalanting?"

"Your imagination is really strong." I.M. Pei walked forward.

Bei Qixi felt a little disappointed, "What do you mean when you were?"

I.M. Pei kept it a secret, "You will know in a while."

Anyway, there is nothing to do, so Bei Qixi took a look around in the Qingting Hall. She grew up here since she was a child, but the buildings here have a historical heritage, so it is worth savoring. Different ages will have different understandings of these buildings with a long history.
Chapter completed!