The banquet was simple, held in Tang Buqi's waterside pavilion, without going to any "better place."
But Zhao Changhe felt this was the best place.
It was a large, solitary courtyard, the house built over water with winding wooden bridges, serene and elegant. Water flowed everywhere with a tinkling sound, faintly accompanied by the music of strings and bamboo; stepping here, Zhao Changhe felt as if the dreamlike Haisi Water Pavilion and the Fragrant Water Pavilion had already materialized before his eyes.
Searching for a donkey while riding one, and asking if there is anyone from Gusu named Murong... turns out you are Yanziwu yourself.
The maid led him to the location, slightly bowed, and said, "This servant shall take her leave."
"Hey, hey!" Zhao Changhe pulled his gaze back from admiring the scenery and cheerfully called out to her, "Your young master invites us to dine, aren't you supposed to stand by?"
