"Flower girl, we're here."
At the end of the hour of Xu, Lao Zhong, the coachman of the Prime Minister's Mansion, stopped the carriage at the door of Binyue Inn in the city, jumped off the carriage, opened the curtains, and said respectfully to Hua Qingcheng in the carriage.
"Yes, thank you."
Hua Qingcheng leaned over and got out of the carriage, then jumped off the carriage nimbly, followed closely by Shan Zuo.
In the afternoon, Hua Qingcheng and Situ Luoyun spent a long afternoon talking in the study, and they didn't leave until dinner time. At Situ Luoyun's request, Hua Qingcheng and Situ Ye's family had dinner in Qingxin Courtyard before leaving. Situ Luoyun sent Lao Zhong, the coachman from the mansion, to drive the carriage to see them off.
After watching the two get off the car, Lao Zhong turned his horse around and rushed back to the prime minister's residence to report.
"The solitary lamp remains silent, and I am accompanied by a pot of wine in silence."
Hua Qingcheng was about to walk towards the gate of Binyue Inn, but unexpectedly a drunk young man rushed out towards her.
He was dressed in splendid clothes, looking very noble. His fair, handsome face was flushed red from being drunk. Under the illumination of the large red lanterns outside the inn, his seductive eyes were even more charming. He saw that the other person was about to bump into him, but fortunately, the servant behind him pulled him back in time.
"Second Young Master, are you okay?"
The servant who hurriedly caught up reached out to steady the man who almost bumped into Hua Qingcheng.
“Get out of the way!”
However, the man didn't seem to appreciate it. He shook off the servant's hand and continued to stagger forward.
"Second Young Master!"
"Get lost!"
…
Hua Qingcheng didn't bother to deal with a drunk, especially a drunken male. After all, in the land of Laifeng, where women were respected, a young man walking drunk on the street late at night was considered quite outrageous. After passing him, Hua Qingcheng continued on her way.
"Since there is wind, how can there be clouds?"
The young man sneered, and his handsome eyebrows suddenly became a little sad, and his charming and evil eyes were also tainted with a bit of sinisterness.
"Second Young Master, as long as there is life, there will be no shortage of firewood. One failure does not mean eternal failure." Seeing his second young master becoming more and more crazy due to drunkenness, the servant had to step forward to comfort him at the risk of being pushed away again.
"ha……"
"You're right! I don't believe that Si Lingyun can't compare to Si Lingfeng. What Si Lingfeng can do, Si Lingyun can do as well."
After the man finished speaking, he threw the pot of wine in his hand forward. With a "clang" sound, the pot fell to the ground and broke into pieces in an instant. The fragrant wine in the pot also spilled all over the ground, forming one small ditch after another.
Hua Qingcheng, who had already stepped through the inn's gate, heard this and suddenly turned back to look at the drunk man. Could it be that he was Si Lingyun, the son of Si Chengfeng's stepfather, Nangong Chensheng?
No wonder, even with just a quick glance, she felt he looked familiar. Now that she thought about it, he did bear some resemblance to Si Chengfeng, though Si Chengfeng probably took more of his father, Meng Lishi, with a more imposing and gentle appearance, brimming with scholarly airs. And while Si Lingyun wasn't bad looking, he inexplicably gave off the vibe of a beast in human clothing, a scoundrel of the gentle world.
Furthermore, from what he said, the Si family was well aware that Si Lingfeng had been adopted by the Grand General's Mansion and had even changed his name to Si Chengfeng. However, perhaps neither the Si family nor Si Chengfeng himself wanted him to return to the Si family, so they acquiesced and maintained the current status quo.
Hua Qingcheng looked meaningfully at Si Lingyun who was gradually moving away, and then she withdrew her gaze slowly.
"Master, are you okay?"
Dan Zuo looked at Hua Qingcheng who was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and asked with concern.
"No problem."
Hua Qingcheng patted the non-existent dust on her sleeves nonchalantly and spoke leisurely.
"Master, look!"
After Shan Zuo pulled Hua Qingcheng from the gate to the outside of the inn, he took out a beautiful purse with exquisite workmanship from his arms and presented it to Hua Qingcheng.
Hua Qingcheng: ...
"Master, this is what I just took from that reckless drunkard. He almost bumped into you just now. Just consider it as his compensation for your loss." Shan Zuo said as if it was a matter of course.
Hua Qingcheng's lips twitched slightly when she heard this. "You are such a clever little fellow!"
"A Zuo, this is the capital city, a place where you can easily catch a lot of important people. If you are not careful, you may lose your life. Don't do your old business again. This is the only time, and it will never happen again." Hua Qingcheng frowned and said sternly to Shan Zuo.
"Yes, Master."
Shan Zuo said sheepishly, rubbing his head awkwardly. Wasn't this just a purely instinctive reaction, a result of not being able to resist the urge to do so?
When Si Chengfeng booked the room yesterday, he had already asked Feng Wen to pay a month's rent, so after Hua Qingcheng and the others returned to the inn, they each returned to their previous rooms. However, what Hua Qingcheng didn't know was that the inn had changed hands at noon today and was now owned by Si Chengfeng.
After returning to the room, Hua Qingcheng locked the door and entered the space villa. After throwing the purse given to her by Dan Zuo on the table in the living room, she went to the bathroom to wash her hair and take a shower.
Half an hour later, Hua Qingcheng, having blow-dried her hair and wearing autumn home clothes, took milk and bread from the kitchen refrigerator and returned to the living room to eat while watching TV. (Of course, she was watching online TV, not real-time.)
After finishing her midnight snack, Hua Qingcheng, sprawled on the sofa like Ge You, bored, glanced at the camel-colored purse on the table. Made of Yuhua brocade, the purse boasted delicate stitching and a colorful crane embroidery, appearing exquisitely crafted. While Hua Qingcheng had no idea what it was made of, she could tell it was a noble item.
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