Xu Gaotian sneered and said, "The anger provoked by that woman, naturally, is up to you to resolve!"
A moment later.
San Niang sat with a rosy plexion on Xu Gaotian’s lap, her fingers gently gliding over his chest.
Xu Gaotian’s face remained gloomy.
"What’s wrong? Is the young master still angry?"
"Hmph, what nonsense Lou Wai Lou, the old man fears her, but I don’t care, after all, in this Ling’an Domain, I am the true authority!"
As he said this, a fierce expression appeared on Xu Gaotian’s face.
San Niang secretly rejoiced in her heart.
The words just now were deliberately said by her because she knew this unruly young master’s temper could not stand such provocation.
Sure enough!
Everything was proceeding just as she had anticipated.
All that’s needed now is a spark, and San Niang believes that spark will appear soon.
By then, purity and innocence will be trampled like mud.
As for why she was doing this...
The jealousy between women cannot be measured by mon sense.
Perhaps it was Yun Lingxuan’s indifference on the road, or maybe it was an inadvertent glance, all kept in San Niang’s heart as resentment.
Just as she was secretly rejoicing, Xu Gaotian suddenly stood up, almost causing her to fall to the ground from surprise.
At the same time, Xu Gaotian coldly said, "It’s too boring to stay here, let’s go, I’ll take a stroll at Wan Hua Lou!"
After saying that, he went straight downstairs.
San Niang adjusted her clothes, quickly letting the blush on her face fade, then replaced it with a smile, and walked downstairs with grace.
At this moment, at the gate of Ling’an City, four scholars were standing, looking at the bustling street and sighing in awe.
"You never know how big it is until you see it in person! I thought Ren’an City was already big enough, but now it seems we’re like frogs in a well." Han Bochao, the dark-skinned scholar, couldn’t help but exclaim.
"I came to Ling’an City once before, but back then there weren’t so many people on the streets!" Wu Zizhang said as he shook the folding fan in his hand.
"The literary festival is approaching, talents from all cities in Ling’an Domain gather together, plus those idlers watching the excitement, it’s no wonder there are so many people!" Yao Yachao slowly remarked.
"Alright, let’s talk less about it. Since entering the city, Brother Zhuo has been silent, surely pondering some earth-shattering matter. Let’s listen to his insights!" Han Bochao said.
Everyone turned their gaze to the moon-white-robed Zhuo Benzheng.
"Yes, Brother Zhuo, you are silent, are you thinking about the literary festival?" Wu Zizhang asked.
Yao Yachao gave a thumbs up, "It still must be our Brother Zhuo, always remembering his duties, such humility!"
"Uh..." Zhuo Benzheng snapped back to reality, then awkwardly said, "I was just thinking about where we’ll stay later!"
Everyone: "...."
"I remember when we left, Brother Wu’s family gave him an address, saying we can find it once we reach Ling’an City, right?" Han Bochao asked.
Wu Zizhang showed a embarrassed expression, "Indeed there was such a thing, but on the second day after leaving Ren’an City, since I drank a bit too much at night, I left that note with the address at the inn. When I remembered, it was almost time to reach Ling’an City!"
Everyone once again: "...."
"It shouldn’t be a big deal, after all, it’s just an address. With Brother Wu’s power of recall, a glance would suffice!" Yao Yachao said.
Wu Zizhang smiled even more awkwardly, "The problem is, I forgot to look!"
Everyone: "(ŎдŎ;)."
"Alright, if we can’t find it, we can’t find it. With the four of us, such talents, how could we have trouble finding a place to sleep? e on, let’s first take a look at Ling’an City’s scenery!"
Zhuo Benzheng was the first to break the awkward silence and stepped onto the street.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, Brother Zhuo is admirable, facing challenges without changing color. Worth learning!"
"Yes, enjoying the scenery here first and then finding a place to stay, wouldn’t that be splendid?"
The four scholars blended into the crowd, occasionally menting on the various novelties along the street, having a great time.
But soon, as dusk fell and the lights appeared, they felt tired from walking.
"Ahem, Brother Zhuo, I feel we should find a place to rest first and then get something to eat!" Han Bochao suggested.
Yao Yachao weakly nodded, "Brother Han’s suggestion fits me well, to be honest, I’m seeing stars from hunger!"
Wu Zizhang looked at Zhuo Benzheng, whose face turned serious.
"What you two said makes sense, but there is a problem!"
"What problem?"
"We seem to be lost. We’ve walked through this street at least three times!"
The expressions of the four became bizarre.
After a long pause, Wu Zizhang finally laughed awkwardly.
"Being lost isn’t a big deal. In such a large Ling’an City, we can easily find someone to ask and get directions. Watch me!"
With that, he stepped up to a brightly dressed woman by the street and politely bowed.
"Miss, can you tell me if there is any place nearby to eat and stay?"
The woman glanced back at Wu Zizhang and casually lifted the fallen blue gauze from her shoulder.
Just that one gesture caused Wu Zizhang’s heart to skip half a beat, secretly marveling.
Indeed, it must be a big city like Ling’an!
Even the girls on the street are so bold and carefree, with exposed shoulders yet maintaining posure, impressive!
Meanwhile, the woman blew a puff of smoke.
"You looking for a place to eat?"
"Indeed, the four of us are scholars traveling from afar for the literary festival, unfamiliar with the roads, finding ourselves lost, may we ask, miss..."
"Alright, alright, I don’t have time for your pretentious words! Follow me!"
With that, she stepped across the street.
The remaining three exchanged glances, soon showing admiration on their faces.
"In terms of talents, among the four of us, Brother Zhuo is naturally the best, but when it es to socializing, Brother Wu shines!" Yao Yachao remarked.
Wu Zizhang smiled proudly and followed quickly.
Soon, they followed the woman through the long street, turned down a small alley, and arrived at an even more bustling street.
The woman then stopped in front of a building and casually said, "Here we are! Please, e in!"
The four collectively looked up and saw, on the building, a plaque with the words "Wan Hua Lou" prominently displayed.
Besides that, women stood at the entrance and at the railing of the second floor.
These women’s attire was just as bold and carefree as the woman who led them.
Upon seeing the four stop, they immediately began throwing seductive glances their way.
"Gentlemen, e in and play for a while!"
"Young masters, I’ve recently learned a new flute tune, how about I play it for you?"
In the midst of this seductive chatter, the four were collectively petrified.
"Wu... Wu brother, it seems something’s not quite right!" Han Bochao, usually bold, trembled.
Having diligently studied and rarely interacted with women, Zhuo Benzheng blushed intensely, "This...this is a brothel!"
Yao Yachao was incensed, "We are disciples of the Saint, well-read, how could we enter such a filthy place?"
Just as they were quietly discussing, the leading woman scowled.
"Hey, you four, ing in or not? If not, don’t block the entrance!"
A moment later, they sat on soft stools, surrounded by a feast of delicacies and beautiful, smiling girls.
This truly is a... good place!
The same thought simultaneously arose in their minds.
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