"What are you best at?"
Wen Qingkong raised his wine cup and asked Zhou Miaotong.
"Singing."
"Then sing."
"Huh?"
Zhou Miaotong froze for a moment. Meeting Wen Qingkong's clear, bright gaze, she awkwardly turned her face away, sat at a distance, and began playing the qin and singing.
When other guests came, even regulars who knew she sold her art but not herself would still pester her, leaving her distressed and deeply uncomfortable.
The young master before her was the only one who had not tried to touch her.
Halfway through the song, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
A servant led a burly, bearded man into the room. Wen Qingkong's sharp gaze noticed a red lotus embroidered on the bearded man's belt.
Smiling, he rose to greet the man.
"Big Brother, you came rather late."
As he spoke, he opened his arms and embraced the bearded man.
In that instant, the secret letter slipped unnoticed into the man's robes.
Neither the servant nor Zhou Miaotong noticed.
The bearded man was also a martial arts expert, his aura robust and powerful. Feeling something in his robes, he burst into laughter, his voice nearly shaking the roof apart. "Little Brother, it has been too long! Your elder brother came late, so I must drink several extra cups as punishment!"
"Good, good, good. Big Brother, sit quickly."
Wen Qingkong gave the servant another piece of broken silver. "Bring us the best wine and dishes."
"Right away!"
The servant accepted the silver and hurried off to make preparations.
The bearded man's eye twitched slightly, which Wen Qingkong keenly noticed.
Once they were seated, Wen Qingkong smiled. "How many people from our hometown are still in Mingzhou City?"
The bearded man shook his head. "The flood back then scattered everyone. I don't know