On the day of the Huanhua Festival, Yanfu Street was bustling all night long.
Although festivals are lively, there is a difference between the festive liveliness of many people and the chaotic liveliness of chaos.
According to the servant who was on duty at Wangchen Tower that night, he revealed the next morning that all this was caused by a mysterious guest at Wangchen Tower.
On that day, under the pretext of the Huanhua Festival, many important figures from the court came to Wangchen Tower. The carriages and horses of each family almost blocked Yanfu Street. People who didn't know why they came to watch the fun were even more curious and surrounded the building in three layers.
Some people speculated that an important guest must have come to Wangchen Tower that night, which was why half of the pillars of the court lowered their status and came to this place of brothels. Some even speculated that the guest might be the one in the palace.
However, no one could have anticipated that before the "distinguished guest's theory" could even begin to grasp the clues, events would unfold in an unpredictable direction. A servant from Prince Xuanyuan's mansion suddenly appeared in the building for unknown reasons, insisting on entering to search for someone, and no effort was made to stop them. As the saying goes, when beating a dog, look at the owner. Although the other party was only a few servants, they were members of the palace, and neither beating nor persuading them to leave would work. Ultimately, the innkeeper had to personally intervene.
The owner of Wangchen Tower was no less of a character. Having spent so many years in Fengyue Tower, he had seen as much of the world's affairs and the warmth and coldness of human nature as the old doctor in the clinic. He immediately recognized that the person was not a close servant of Prince Xuanyuan, but someone from the outer courtyard. He guessed that this might be another plot within the inner palace, and quickly and secretly sent someone to Prince Xuanyuan's residence to inform the real culprit.
In the blink of an eye, Prince Xuanyuan arrived in person, accompanied by his men. This time, even the gods couldn't stop them. Within a short time, Prince Xuanyuan's men had been escorted out the back door of Wangchen Tower. A servant who witnessed the incident recounted the man's haste, seemingly without even having time to put on his shoes.
Some people said that the person Prince Xuanyuan took away was not someone else, but the second son of the mansion, Su Pingchuan, a young general in the Guangyao Camp. The young master of the Su family fell in love with another general in the camp out of hatred and suffered the pain of love. He developed the bad habit of sleeping with other women, so Prince Xuanyuan came in person to take him away.
Some also said that there must have been someone else in the building that night, and that Prince Xuanyuan's stunt was merely a deception. Even if it truly was a family tragedy, how could such a scandal be aired publicly? Even if someone was to be implicated, it would have been done in secret, certainly not to be seen by a group of outsiders and become a topic of conversation after dinner.
Some even say that all of this is because of that distinguished guest who never showed up from beginning to end.
As for who that distinguished guest is...
"Please listen to the next episode for details!"
The wake-up stick fell, the big paper fan was put away, and the half-bald storyteller pinched his sparse whiskers, picked up the teacup and started to moisten his throat.
The tea drinkers gathered in front of the table were all a little dissatisfied. They muttered a few coins, shook their heads, and dispersed to find other ways to have fun.
The storyteller drank a cup of tea and was about to bend down to count the reward money in the copper plate when a hand holding a silver coin suddenly appeared. The fingers loosened and the white, plump and cute silver coin fell into the plate.
clang.
This sound is very different from those copper coins before.
The storyteller looked up with delight, and saw that the one who lost the silver was a girl.
He cleared his throat and bowed solemnly.
"Thank you, young lady."
The other party didn't say anything, looked around for a while, suddenly stepped over the copper plate, approached, and lowered his voice.
"Sir, do you really know who that distinguished guest is?"
The storyteller was stunned, and then his eyes rolled around.
He felt that the Goddess of Wealth was standing before him and he must not neglect her, but he was also worried that he would not be able to come up with a trick and would send the Goddess of Wealth away with just his mouth. He was really anxious.
After holding it in for a long time, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the storyteller finally whispered a name in the woman's ear with a trembling voice.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud.
The storyteller looked confused, but the woman had already waved her hand and turned away.
The storyteller did not give up and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Will you come to listen to the story tomorrow?"
The figure walked out of the tea garden in two steps.
"I have a business trip tomorrow, so I won't be coming."
Not only tomorrow, she might not be able to come back for ten days or half a month.
Xiao Nanhui stepped out of the door of Fengzihao Teahouse, looked up at the increasingly scorching sun, went into the shade at the foot of the wall, and walked along the wall to the south.
Yao Yi was a picky talker, always choosing the Feng Teahouse for meetings and discussions. In the past, she hadn't paid attention to such matters, finding it difficult to savor anything that wasn't alcohol. Today, she finally had some free time, but she still found the gentleman sitting in the teahouse far more interesting than the one or two thousand gold queshe tea.
It was still early and there were not many people on the streets.
After leaving the teahouse, West Street is right in front of you.
Walk to the end of West Street and turn east, and you will reach the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
A dozen steps away from the back door of the Prime Minister's Mansion was the tree that had a special connection with her. Now, the person she was waiting for would be under that tree...
Xiao Nanhui's footsteps suddenly stopped.
She squinted her eyes, looked at the person under the tree, turned around and walked back.
Even so, she was still a step too late. The man under the tree had already seen her and shouted in a voice that could be heard from two or three streets away.
"Xiao Nanhui!"
She had to stop.
She knew that if she didn't stop, that person would have plenty of ways to spread her whereabouts throughout the city.
Sighing, she turned away.
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