In an instant, Wild Daoist seemed to grasp the meaning. "My lord, you mean?"
"Now that winter snow is falling thick and fast, the scenery is beautiful. In the next few days, we shall hold a snow-viewing literary gathering."
As Su Ziji spoke, he smiled again. "I had originally planned to wait until the restaurant's Zhang opening, but on second thought, holding it now is quite fitting."
"Go write the invitations and invite some people."
Already knowing that Su Ziji intended to hold a literary gathering, Ye Buhui was delighted at his words. Zhou Yao, meanwhile, looked at Su Ziji thoughtfully. After three rounds of wine, seeing that it was getting late, Zhou Yao took her leave.
This time, Su Ziji and Ye Buhui personally saw her off. Zhou Yao lowered the curtain. The girl waving outside the carriage window vanished behind the ox-cart, and then she heard the mysterious voice say, "Your talent in the Chess Path is too poor. It will be difficult for you to achieve anything."
Zhou Yao did not argue. A smile merely lingered at the corners of her lips. Even her little maid could see that her mistress was very happy today.
"Are you repaying a debt of gratitude?" the mysterious voice asked again.
"Yes. Husband and wife are one body. Repaying her is the same as repaying my benefactor." Zhou Yao nodded.
Good Fortune Inn
Zhang Qingfang stepped lightly down from the ox-cart and entered the inn. A fire had been lit in the main hall, and the warmth made him sigh in comfort after enduring the chill along the way. Sweeping his gaze over those dining in the hall, he spotted several acquaintances. Zhang Qingfang smiled and cupped his hands in greeting before walking straight in.
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