"An event? What event?"
Zhao Feng had been sent all over the place by Shen Tang lately.
One moment he was hauling bricks at a demolition site, the next he was working the fields. Besides, he wasn't one of Shen Tang's own people, and paying too much attention to Fugu City's affairs might invite unnecessary misunderstandings—for example, people thinking he was keeping an eye on Lord Shen on behalf of his lord, Wu Xian. He truly had no idea what new undertaking Shen Tang had been planning, so he furrowed his brows instinctively.
He was worried it might have something to do with him again... Being ordered around was one thing; what he feared was the story getting back to his colleagues and becoming a laughingstock.
Zhao Feng had joined Wu Xian halfway through, along with Qin Li.
At his roots, he wasn't as "pure" as the other fierce generals under Wu Xian. Powerful Martial Gall Warriors all had a certain pride, and Zhao Feng didn't get along especially well with the others. If they found out, it would inevitably stir up more trouble.
He was used to feeling on edge.
Captain Yang, however, seemed not to notice his unusual expression.
He smiled faintly. "Mm. I heard it's supposed to be quite lively."
The news had spread far and wide. Even Captain Yang, who usually kept to himself, had heard about it several times and grown curious.
Zhao Feng quietly made a note of it.
He reached out and took the two jars of Du Kang, supposedly aged for eighteen years. Nodding, and not forgetting to show some appreciation for the fine wine, he invited Captain Yang, "If it's really that interesting, then we should go join in. When are you off work, Lord Yang? Why don't we have a