Tunzhou.
In the afternoon, Wen Nongnong and Wen Tingyun arrived.
During their journey at noon, the two only had some dry rations. When they arrived in Tunzhou, they were both hungry, so they went to find a restaurant to eat.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, a man dressed as a waiter greeted him warmly, "Master, you've finally arrived! Your subordinate has been waiting for you for a long time."
Wen Nong Nong looked at him in surprise. Could he be from the Crimson Feather Tower?
She looked at Wen Tingyun with a questioning gaze.
Wen Tingyun smiled and explained, "These are brothers from our Chiyu Tower." Then he nodded to the waiter, "Thank you for your trouble."
"Please come up to the second floor, sir," the waiter greeted warmly.
Wen Nongnong was having some trouble adjusting.
She could understand the assassin using the identity of a restaurant waiter as a cover, but no matter how she looked at the waiter in front of her, she couldn't see even a trace of the aura of an assassin.
Could it be that the once feared Crimson Feather Tower has fallen to this state?
She went upstairs with a question in her mind.
Once inside the private room, she realized that it was already filled with many people.
She looked at Wen Tingyun with a question mark on her face.
Isn't this a meal? With so many people, how are we supposed to eat?
Wen Tingyun gave her a look that told her to just eat, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "These are all elders of the Crimson Feather Pavilion."
Wen Nongnong's gaze swept over the people in the room. Judging from their appearance, they were all quite old. She wondered if they could still lift knives.
No wonder the Crimson Feather Tower declined; the elders who led it were all getting old, while the younger ones had fewer opportunities.
"Master." Everyone sitting in the room stood up when they saw Wen Tingyun enter, each with a smile on their face, as kind as could be.
Wen Nongnong's lips twitched slightly. If it weren't for Wen Tingyun's earlier introduction, she would never have been able to connect them with the elders of Chiyu Tower.
They are more like the gentle and harmless old grandfather next door.
Thinking about it, she looked at Wen Tingyun suspiciously. Could it be that he didn't actually put in any effort at the last election rally and just got lucky and picked up a bargain?
Wen Tingyun seemed oblivious to his younger sister's suspicious look, and gestured with his hand, "Please sit down."
The elders then sat down.
Soon after, the waiters brought the dishes up one after another.
Wen Nongnong was extremely hungry, so she ignored them and decided to eat her fill first.
Wen Tingyun ate with the elders while discussing the matter of Chiyu Tower.
As they continued, the elders said emotionally, "We beg the Lord to lead us in restoring the prestige of the Crimson Feather Tower."
Wen Tingyun pressed his hand in the air, "Of course, I came here today for this very reason."
The elders were delighted to hear this.
One of the elders said excitedly, "Then, does the Master have any plans? For example, how about killing a hundred or eighty of them first to enhance the prestige of my Crimson Feather Tower?"
"puff!"
Wen Nongnong, who was drinking soup, couldn't help but spit it out on the spot.
The elder who was speaking happened to be sitting opposite her and was immediately sprayed with water all over his head and face.
"You!" The elder reacted, his beard trembling with anger. "Where did this wild brat come from? He has no manners at all!"
Feeling apologetic for having offended him, Wen Nongnong quickly stood up and said, "Grandpa, I'm so sorry, I was rude."
The elder was so angry that his beard stood on end. He didn't want to let her off easily, after all, she had been sprayed with soup and lost face in front of everyone. But considering that she was brought by the lord, he had to give the lord some face. So he said unhappily, "For the sake of the lord, I'll let it go this time."
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