"Yeah! Steward Lu is such a great philanthropist in Yangzhou. How had he run into so many terrible misfortunes? Brother Yunpeng, do you think... maybe good people really don't get good rewards?"
"Good people being rewarded is just something people say to comfort themselves. You actually believed it?"
"Phew... forget it, let's not think about that. Miss Hongyu of Xiaoxiang Pavilion is going on stage today. We should get there early and claim a good spot."
"Brother Zhi Tai is absolutely right. Inspiration has been pouring out of me lately, and I've just written a poem. We'll see if I can manage to share a room with Miss Hongyu and catch a glimpse of her beauty."
"Oh? I've prepared a poem for Miss Hongyu too. Then we'll each rely on our own abilities later."
As they spoke, the two turned and headed toward Xiaoxiang Pavilion, one of Yangzhou's famous brothels. In the Tang Dynasty, brothel culture was Great Tang's hottest form of entertainment.
Moreover, unlike those low-class whorehouses, Great Tang's brothels embraced an artistic style. Scholars would compose poems for beautiful ladies, and when the ladies saw their gentlemen off, they would return the gesture with a poem of their own. Thus, the exchange went back and forth in a cheerful harmony.
"..."
Fu Hua watched the two young men leave, pondering their conversation before looking at the manor before her.
"Yin energy..."
Fu Hua was extremely sensitive to yin and yang energy. The courtyard ahead was filled with heavy yin energy, and combined with what she had overheard, Lu Manor was probably haunted.
"You blockhead, what do we do? There are... there are ghosts inside!"
Cang Xiaoxuan had clearly guessed it too. She hurriedly looked at the Immortal Chiyuan beside her.
"Wait."
Fu Hua replied calmly.
"Huh? We're not