"What exactly went wrong?!"
An elderly man, his face flushed and looking travel-worn, was escorted out.
They didn't go through the front door; after all, they were people who cared about their reputation. They were instead directed to leave through a secret passage.
"Master, keep your voice down..." the servant whispered in his ear.
"I heard it's a gang fight. There was such a huge plume of smoke just now, I wonder what's going on."
The old man was so drunk that he was staggering and would have collapsed if someone hadn't been supporting him.
"Killing bastards, a bunch of killing bastards!"
They were thus ushered through the passage connecting to Mingke Building and hurriedly left.
However, one of the servants in blue robes did not follow and disappeared silently among the noisy diners in the restaurant.
In no time, he changed his clothes and swaggered away from Mingke Tower.
He had mingled among the guests when Chengyuan forcefully drove them away.
The person who took over Chengyuan thought he was a servant accompanying a distinguished guest, while the servant accompanying the distinguished guest thought he was a member of the Nine Gates. Taking advantage of this misunderstanding, he was able to escape.
Since the newcomer's cultivation level was unknown, they dared not use their true energy and instead used methods only those of ordinary people.
After leaving the restaurant, I wandered around, buying some food from roadside vendors, like an ordinary person taking a solo night stroll.
It was a lively time, with crowds thronging the main street of Langyinfang.
He strolled through the area and gradually moved to the gate of the neighborhood.
I expected there would be a checkpoint, but it turned out to be just like usual. Several guards were scattered on both sides of the gate, but they did not conduct any inspections.
They left Langyinfang easily and went to the adjacent Qinggefang.
The night was like a piece of velvet soaked in thick ink.
Although the start of autumn has passed, the lingering heat of late summer still lingers during the day.
As night fell, a distinct chill crept into the streets and alleys.
Qinggefang is different from Langyinfang, being more gentle.
The lights were like a handful of scattered gold, near and far.
The sounds of string and wind instruments from the singing and dancing pavilions, and the melodious singing like nightingales, were broken up by the night wind and drifted over, the prosperity yet veiled by a hazy mist.
The man walked and stopped, entering several shops before finally arriving at a small tavern near the northwest corner.
The main street caters to the wealthy, but even those with limited funds can find a quiet corner to enjoy a few drinks.
The people of Fengjing are known for their shrewdness and careful budgeting.
After enjoying the lively atmosphere of Qinggefang and listening to the traditional music, you can relax here for a little money when you're tired. This is the way to live a thrifty life.
Forget-Worries Abode, what a fine name. The faded blue cloth wine sign at the entrance of the tavern swayed lazily in the night breeze.
The dim yellow light from under the eaves barely illuminated the area three or four steps in front of the door, and also reflected the phototropic insects fluttering under the lamp.
Stepping inside, you are greeted by a misty heat and a mix of aromas.
Behind the counter, a copper kettle bubbled and warmed wine on a small red clay stove, the rising steam blurring the shopkeeper's oily, chubby face.
Several oil lamps hung on the wall, their light dim and flickering, making everything appear indistinct and unclear.
Approaching the counter, I knocked four times. The light and heavy knocks were swallowed up by the light and shadow and the noise, and only the shopkeeper slightly raised his eyes.
We ordered four cold dishes, a serving of braised lamb offal, and a small jar of green ant sauce, and then shared a table with others.
Sitting opposite him in the corner was a scholar wearing a worn blue cloth robe. On the table were only a pot of the cheapest turbid wine and a plate of pickled blackened radish strips.
With his head down, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the rough rim of the bowl, his gaze blankly fixed on the flickering lamplight on the table.
The two remained at peace, each drinking their own beverages.
He didn't interact with anyone, and after a hearty meal and drinks, he staggered away, slightly drunk.
After a short while, the servant, following the shopkeeper's instructions, hung a sign at the door that read "Newly Brewed Chrysanthemum Wine".
The correct answer is that it was a famous pharmacy called Huichuntang, with a doctor on duty.
The old doctor was kind-hearted and never looked down on the singers and prostitutes in the neighborhood; he was also willing to make house calls.
Most importantly, they also sell a "rejuvenation pill" there, which is said to be quite effective.
There are always those shadowy figures coming and going in a hurry, but business is actually quite good.
Manager Wang Chong from Xianyun County had just finished refining medicine and was resting in the front hall, still smelling strongly of medicine. He looked up and saw the newly added sign at the entrance of Wuyouju.
"Uncle Wang, you've worked hard. Quickly have some tea to soothe your throat."
Wang Chonggang picked up the cup, took a sip, and then shook his head. "This chrysanthemum tea is not as smooth as chrysanthemum wine."
The son of the pharmacy owner followed his gaze and saw the sign across the street, and immediately understood.
He shook his head and chuckled, then immediately sent the shop assistant to buy some wine.
My second uncle works hard at making medicine, and those pills sell very well, so naturally we should treat him well.
"Where's your dad? Did he go to see a doctor again?"
Not to be rude, but he loved being surrounded by cosmetics when he was young, and he still does it now that he's old.
The young manager chuckled awkwardly, wondering how he, as the son, could respond to such remarks, and simply pretended not to hear them.
Before long, the waiter came over with a tray.
In addition to a jar of newly brewed chrysanthemum wine, there were also quite a few side dishes.
Wang Chong picked up the cup himself and said, "Alright, I'm going to rest in the backyard to relax. If your father comes back and wants to drink, just tell him to come find me."
The young manager opened his mouth, hesitating as if he wanted to say something.
"What's wrong? Speak your mind. What kind of behavior is this, young manager, dawdling like this?"
"Well... Uncle, while you're drinking, please... please be a little quieter."
A mocking smile appeared on Wang Chong's lips. "What? Afraid I'll disturb Sister Yu? I, her fellow villager, don't even care, but you..."
The young manager blushed immediately and quickly interrupted his second uncle's teasing, pushing him to the back.
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