Just as the young master was about to lose his composure...

Shen Qichuan spoke up, "The pastries from Lihuazhai are hard to come by, so please sit a while longer."

Nan Yu was taken aback. How did he know that he had sent Shang Qing to Lihuazhai?

How can you hear so well when you're speaking so softly?

I watched one play after another, drank cup after cup of tea, my stomach was full, I needed to go to the toilet, but Shangqing hadn't returned yet, and I couldn't hold it in any longer.

He clutched his stomach, bent over, and left.

Shen Qichuan frowned, and then followed him the next second.

As soon as Nan Yu came out, she found a waiter and asked urgently, "Brother, where is the outhouse?"

The waiter took him there.

When Shen Qichuan saw that it was a physiological problem, he breathed a sigh of relief. If possible, he would naturally like to stay with Nan Yu a little longer, and he didn't want the little guy to be afraid of him.

Once the problem was solved, the souls returned to their rightful places.

After pulling up his trousers, he straightened his belt to make it fit properly, and then dusted off his sleeves as if to brush away the foul smell.

I don't plan to go back in.

I'm going to Lihuazhai to find Shangqing.

As soon as he stepped out of the outhouse and dusted himself off, he looked up and saw sunlight filtering through the dappled branches of the pear tree outside the courtyard, illuminating the man's tall and straight figure. His legs were as steady as a pine tree as he stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips, adding a touch of gentleness and diminishing his fierceness.

I've always been a stickler for aesthetics when it comes to lamp wicks.

Shen Qichuan's appearance suited his taste, but his murderous aura made him hesitate to approach.

A fleeting glimpse beneath the pear blossoms.

This man really did imprint himself on his heart.

Shen Qichuan came to Nan Yu's side and asked, "Are you hungry?"

The lamp wick just stared at his face and remained silent for a long time.

Shen Qichuan spoke again: "I've heard that the newly opened Zuixianlou restaurant in the capital is quite good. Would Young Master Qi do me the honor of having a meal with me?"

What is he saying, "Private Marseille"? That face is so handsome.

Seeing Nan Yu's reaction, Shen Qichuan smiled.

She agreed on his behalf and, without really understanding what was going on, followed the man away.

Shen Qichuan left one person behind to inform Qing of his master's whereabouts when Qing returned.

Zuixianlou (Drunken Immortal Pavilion)

Shen Qichuan suddenly noticed someone, then smiled at the lamp wick and said, "Young master, please light it first. I have something to attend to."

Upon hearing that the other party was leaving, Nan Yu snapped out of his daze and realized that he had already arrived at the restaurant. He didn't have much money on him. He wouldn't dare to sit at a table in Zuixianlou unless invited. They would charge him ten taels of silver for a plate of peanuts. If the emperor came, he would probably have to go in fully clothed and leave naked.

Deng Xin immediately grabbed Chen Qichuan's sleeve, her little face tense: "No, I don't have any money."

He didn't care; he hadn't said he wanted to come to Zuixianlou, so he wouldn't split the bill.

He only has so little money saved up, and the money his family allocates each month isn't enough to cover his expenses. One meal can put him into debt.

Either someone else invites him, or he leaves now.

Anyway, he won't be the one to take the fall.

Although his father was a second-rank official, the imperial stipend was limited, and he had many concubines. He had the title but no money, so his life was quite miserable.

Last night, he spent a third of his treasury on a single card.

I'm not spending any money today, no matter what.

Shen Qichuan was taken aback, then smiled, took out the money pouch, and placed it in the young master's hand. The young master was stunned for a moment when his hand was held, and by the time he reacted, the man had already turned and left.

The heavy weight in his hands made him breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as it doesn't cost him money.

He happily beckoned to the waiter to order his food.

The private rooms on the second floor were too expensive, and Shen Qichuan didn't dare to spend his money casually, so he found a seat in the main hall. He looked at the menu and thought, "Expensive, expensive, expensive, expensive. It's expensive, but there's nothing wrong with it."

He really didn't dare order: Jade Dew Pearl Chicken (13 taels), Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix (15 taels), Jadeite Golden Wings (12 taels), Jade Belt Pearl (12 taels)...

After looking at the row of photos, Nan Yu wanted to leave.

His father's monthly salary was equivalent to two thousand taels, but he only received 20 taels a month. Although he could get money from the steward... well, let's not talk about it.

Many officials had their own shops in the capital.

The original owner's family owned about ten rooms, and could earn two or three thousand taels of silver each month. However, his father was too promiscuous and married one concubine after another. It wasn't enough to just give them food after marriage; they had to be given gold and silver jewelry, and they had to be rewarded for having children. There were all sorts of miscellaneous expenses.

Anyway, Qi Ziming didn't have much money.

I miss the Golden Turtle. Talking to it can kill time and earn me some extra money. Sigh, I haven't seen the system much in the last few dimensions. I wonder where it went.

After thinking it over, he decided to open the money bag to see how much was inside before deciding how much to count. He thought it would be at most a hundred or so taels, but he found that there were also silver notes inside. He took them out and saw that they totaled more than ten thousand taels.

Nan Yu: "..."

The money bag felt inexplicably hot to the touch.

We ordered three dishes and a soup.

An ordinary family of three earns no more than twenty taels of silver a year, and the food at Zuixianlou is only for celestial beings.

"Brother Yu Chen, let's go eat here."

The boy pointed to the plaque of Zuixianlou. Yu Chen glanced at it and his eyes twitched slightly. Haitang certainly knew how to choose a location. Zuixianlou was famously expensive and a place that high-ranking officials and nobles would rush to visit in order to show off their status.

A dish costs at least ten taels of silver. Fortunately, we won the battle and the emperor gave us a lot of rewards, so there was no pressure to eat here. He smiled and nodded to his sweetheart.

The two entered one after the other.

The waiter immediately stepped forward to greet them.

Nan Yu sat facing forward, and Yu Chen saw him as soon as he entered.

Nan Yu saw him too.

Their eyes met, and Yu Chen frowned.

Memories from two years ago suddenly became clear.

"Yu Chen, I love you. Will you... will you be with me?"

The young master looked so young back then that Yu Chen felt guilty. Besides, he truly regarded Buyi as a brother, and even if he liked men, he would never like Buyi.

They pursued it relentlessly without a doubt.

After all, they were brothers who had grown up together since childhood. He didn't want things to get too tense, so he hurriedly requested permission to go to the frontier. But in the military camp... Haitang, as a military doctor, treated him personally when he was injured, and over time they developed feelings for each other.

He came back without hesitation.

I told him back then that I didn't like men.

But they brought the crabapple tree back with them.

In the past, Buyi always loved to follow him around. After returning to the capital to meet the emperor yesterday, he waited for Buyi to come so he could explain things to him. But he waited from morning till night, and Buyi still didn't come to the general's mansion.

Today, Haitang wants to visit the capital.

So he took him out for a walk.

Unexpectedly, he saw it at Zuixianlou without suspicion.

Two years have passed, and the boy has shed his naivety. Like a rough stone, after being carefully carved, he has become a beautiful jade.

Her white shirt with red trim made her small face appear even whiter, like a pear blossom just blooming in spring, pure and beautiful. Looking at her a few more times, she resembled a delicate and exquisite milk cake made by Pear Blossom Studio, so delicate and fragile that it brought joy to anyone who saw it.

Nan Yu raised an eyebrow; what a small world.

Although it was awkward, I couldn't just not say hello when we bumped into each other.

Yu Chen led the young military doctor over, "It's been two years since we last met. How have you been?"

Nan Yu gave a lukewarm "hmm".

Yu Chen frowned at the attitude.

He used to be so oblivious to me, wanting to stick to me all the time. Now he's so indifferent. Fine, I'll just treat him like a younger brother.