Chapter 273 Newly Brewed Chrysanthemum Wine

"What the hell is wrong!"

An old man with a flushed face and looking exhausted was being escorted out by a crowd of people.

They didn't go through the front door. After all, they were people with dignity, so they were arranged to leave through the secret passage.

"Master, please keep your voice down..." the servant whispered in his ear.

"I heard it was a gang fight. There was such a huge cloud of smoke just now. I don't know what will happen."

The old man was drunk and staggering. If someone hadn't supported him, he would have fallen down.

"Kill talents, a bunch of killers!"

In this way, he was escorted through the passage connected to Mingke Building and left in a hurry.

But one of the young servants in blue clothes did not follow and disappeared silently among the passers-by in the noisy restaurant.

After a while, he changed his clothes and left Mingke Building in a swagger.

Just now, Chengyuan forcefully drove away the guests, and he mixed in with them.

The person who took over Chengyuan thought he was a servant accompanying a distinguished guest, and the servants accompanying the distinguished guest thought he was from Jiumen, and he was able to escape by taking advantage of this misunderstanding.

The visitor's cultivation level was unknown, so he didn't dare to use his true energy and used the methods of ordinary people.

After leaving the restaurant, he walked around and stopped, buying some roadside food, as if he was an ordinary person traveling alone at night.

It was a busy time, and the main street of Langyinfang was crowded with people.

He strolled along and gradually moved to the gate.

I thought there would be a checkpoint, but I found that it was no different from usual. Several warriors were scattered on both sides of the gate, and there was no inspection.

In this way, he left Langyinfang easily and went to the neighboring Qinggefang.

The night is like a piece of velvet soaked in thick ink.

Although the beginning of autumn has passed, the power of the autumn tiger still lingers during the day.

As night fell, there was an unmistakable chill that seeped into the streets and alleys.

Qinggefang and Langyinfang are different in that they are a bit softer.

The lights were like a handful of scattered gold, far and near.

The sounds of stringed instruments and pipes from the singing and dancing halls, and the melodious singing like the chirping of orioles, were broken up by the night wind and floated over, prosperous yet separated by a layer of hazy gauze.

The man walked and stopped, entered several shops, and finally came to a small tavern near the northwest corner.

The main street in front is where the rich do business, and those with limited funds can also have a few drinks in this corner.

The people of Fengjing are used to being thrifty.

After strolling around Qinggefang and listening to the lively music, when you get tired you can come here and spend some money to have some fun. This is how you should live your life.

Wangyouju, what a nice name. The faded green cloth sign at the door of the tavern swayed lazily in the night wind.

The dim light from the eaves barely illuminated the area three or four steps in front of the door, and also reflected the autumn insects flying towards the light under the lamp.

As you step in, you will be greeted by the warm air and mixed aromas.

Behind the counter, a copper kettle gurgled on a small red clay stove, warming the wine. The steam from the kettle blurred the shopkeeper's greasy face.

Several soybean oil lamps were hung on the wall, the light was dim and flickering, and everything seemed hazy and unclear.

He walked closer and knocked on the counter four times, but the sound of his knocks was swallowed up by the light and noise, and only the shopkeeper raised his eyes slightly.

I ordered four cold dishes, a portion of braised mutton offal, and a small jar of green ants, and sat down at a shared table with others.

Sitting opposite him in the corner was a scholar in a half-worn blue cloth gown. On the table was a pot of the cheapest muddy wine and a plate of blackened pickled radish strips.

With his head lowered, his fingers unconsciously stroked the rough rim of the bowl, and his eyes stared blankly at the swaying shadow of the lamp on the table.

The two of them got along peacefully and drank their own drinks.

He did not communicate with anyone. After eating and drinking, he staggered away a little drunk.

Half a cup of tea later, the servant followed the shopkeeper's instructions and hung a sign at the door that read "Newly Brewed Chrysanthemum Wine".

It was a medicine shop called Huichuntang, with a doctor on duty.

The old doctor was kindhearted and never looked down on the singing girls and prostitutes in the neighborhood. He was also willing to see patients.

The most important thing is that they also sell a kind of "rejuvenation pill" which is quite effective.

There are always those secretive figures coming and going in a hurry, but actually the business is pretty good.

Wang Chong, the shopkeeper from Xianyun County, had just finished refining medicine. Smelling of medicine, he went to the front hall to rest. When he looked up, he saw the new sign at the door of Wuyouju.

"Uncle Wang, you've worked so hard. Hurry up and have some tea to moisten your throat."

Wang Chong just took a sip and shook his head, "This chrysanthemum tea is not as mellow as chrysanthemum wine."

The son of the drugstore owner followed his gaze and saw the sign opposite, and immediately understood.

He shook his head and laughed, then immediately asked the shop assistant to buy some wine.

Second Uncle works hard to make medicine, and those pills sell very well, so naturally we have to treat him well.

"Where's your father? Is he going to see a doctor again?

I'm not saying anything, but he loved to indulge in rouge and powder when he was young, and he still has this habit even when he's old."

The young shopkeeper sneered. As a son, he had no idea how to respond to this and just pretended not to hear anything.

Soon, the waiter came over with a tray.

In addition to a jar of freshly brewed chrysanthemum wine, there are also many side dishes.

Wang Chong took it and said, "Alright, I'll rest in the backyard and relax. If your father comes back and wants a drink, tell him to come find me."

The young shopkeeper opened his mouth, hesitantly wanting to say something.

"What's the matter? If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you dithering like that, young shopkeeper?"

"Well... Second Uncle may drink, but please... be a little quieter."

A playful smile appeared on Wang Chong's lips. "What? Are you worried that I'll disturb Sister Yu? I, a fellow villager, don't feel bad for you, kid..."

The young shopkeeper blushed immediately, quickly interrupted his second uncle's teasing, and pushed him to the back.

Wang Chong walked into the backyard alone and glanced at the room in the corner. He could vaguely see a girl studying hard under an oil lamp.

Without disturbing her, he walked to the bedroom at the other end.

He closed the door and stood there for a while, waiting until he heard nothing, then he sat down.

He lifted up the jar of new wine, fished out a piece of paper from the bottom, unfolded it, and read it by candlelight.

His pupils suddenly dilated. The Nine Gates... had been taken down!

He read it carefully twice, then placed it on the candle flame and lit it.

At this moment, he had no appetite at all and his face looked gloomy.

Guiya, Cui family, is it possible?

Wang Chong, lost in thought, had no idea that there was a person hiding in the shadow of the eaves pillars in the courtyard.

Those eyes seemed to be able to pass through the closed door and watch his every move.

…

All the slaves were temporarily housed in the large courtyard near the back door of Cheng Garden. At this time, Canglan led everyone to one of the houses.

There were twenty-four people sitting on the large bunk bed, all in the same posture, curled up with their hands on their knees, their eyes dull and lifeless.

Qin Zhaoyue's heart skipped a beat when she saw this. Her worries turned out to be correct.

Although they had clearly changed places, these people seemed to have an invisible cage around them, just like when they were imprisoned in a dog cage.

“Sir, these people have been like this since they were rescued.

It's like being half asleep and half awake, with an extremely dull perception of the outside world, like... a living dead."

Dou Zuan immediately stepped forward, unleashed his own "force" to cover the area, and sensed it carefully for a moment.

He turned around and looked at a few people, his expression somewhat ugly, and slowly uttered a word.