Shocking Mountain Moon

Chapter 69 Celebration
Just as the rights and disputes between the Marquis of Xiping and the Earl of Yongqing were being hotly discussed after dinner, the officials who went to the southeast to investigate Yuan Chenghai returned to Beijing.

The results of the investigation showed that Yuan Chenghai was framed by a villain.

Yuan Chenghai didn't take the investigation seriously at first, but he felt more reassured when the matter was concluded, and he laughed out loud after receiving the news.

Some people who were close to Yuan Chenghai clamored to hold a banquet to celebrate his clearing of the stigma, and more people who were originally on the sidelines also came over.

"I heard that the Yongqing Marquis's mansion is quite lively recently. Go and send an invitation to Yongqing Marquis as well." Yuan Chenghai gave the order.

The capital city is more lively than the south, with new things happening one after another. Several female relatives of the Yongqing Marquis's mansion actually took the Xiping Marquis's mansion to court and won.

He heard that the victim was rescued by Miss Qiu Liu, and the way she was rescued made it hard for him to believe. When he sees Earl Yongqing, he will definitely ask about it.

The banquet was scheduled to be held at Fengweilou in the evening, so Yuan Chenghai went home first to change his clothes.

He was accustomed to soft jade and warm fragrance. There were two sweet flowers and one thorny flower in Yuan's house. He went to three courtyards in turn. The incense burners in each courtyard exhaled fragrant mist all day long, staining his clothes with a light fragrance.

"Master, are you going out?" Hui Niang straightened Yuan Chenghai's collar.

"Well, let's have some wine tonight."

Hui Niang had been with Yuan Chenghai for many years, and she knew at a glance that he was in a good mood: "Is there any good news?"

Yuan Chenghai laughed: "Hahaha, not really. Previously, the troublemakers from the south slandered my reputation, causing many misunderstandings among the people in Beijing. Now the people who went to investigate are back."

"Then congratulations, Master. Please wait a minute." Hui Niang brought a small incense burner and stuffed it into Yuan Chenghai's wide sleeves.

"What is this for?" Yuan Chenghai was puzzled.

Hui Niang smiled and said, "Let it sit for a while longer. Then when the master waves his sleeves, they will be filled with the subtle fragrance."

"Don't be picky." Yuan Chenghai scolded him but did not refuse.

People in Beijing are particularly fond of incense, and there is nothing wrong with a little more elegance.

As his sleeves were burning with incense, Yuan Chenghai closed his eyes in enjoyment: "Speaking of which, Miss Qiu Liu is really good at making incense."

"Yes." Hui Niang responded and didn't want to talk more about this topic.

He is still thinking about Miss Qiu Liu. He never changes.

"Is the incense Miss Qiuliu gave you almost used up?"

"It will last for quite a while."

Yuan Chenghai looked at Hui Niang with dissatisfaction.

Why did you suddenly become so ignorant? I should have gone to Li Niang's place earlier.

After a while, Hui Niang took out the small incense burner and said, "It's ready."

Yuan Chenghai raised his sleeve and sniffed it, then laughed, "It's really good. Hui Niang, you are really kind and elegant."

Hui Niang sent Yuan Chenghai to the gate of the courtyard and said, "Master, don't drink too much. Come back early."

"I got it, stop nagging." Yuan Chenghai walked away without even looking back.

Hui Niang stared at Yuan Chenghai's back, lost in thought.

She was also forcibly taken away by this man. She cried, made a fuss, and hated him, but in the end, she could not withstand the passage of time and the helplessness of reality, and tied the stability of the rest of her life to this man.

She only hopes that when she grows old and loses her beauty, he can still remember their old age and let her spend her old age in peace.

Hui Niang returned to the house, took out the hidden dressing box, and counted the gold and silver she had accumulated over the years over and over again until she calmed down again, then she put it back to its original place.

Fengweilou is located in a bustling place, and neatly dressed waiters stand at the door to greet guests.

"Elegant room? I'm sorry, our two largest elegant rooms upstairs have been booked."

The visitor was surprised: "Those two large elegant rooms are generally not booked out at the same time, right?" "The adults gathered together to celebrate Lord Yuan's clearing of his bad name," the waiter explained.

The manager of Yuan's house had specifically instructed that if anyone asked, he should spread the matter more.

"I see." The visitor turned and left. After leaving, he whispered to his companion, "Sure enough, that Master Yuan is fine."

"Needless to say, he is the local tyrant in the southeast——"

"Shh, stop talking, or someone might overhear you."

"Hey, peddler, you almost bumped into me. How do you walk?" The man who was whispering about Yuan Chenghai stopped and stared at the young peddler passing by with dissatisfaction.

The young peddler hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't hold the load steady at that moment."

Seeing that he admitted his mistake with a good attitude, the man waved his hand and walked away with his companions.

The young peddler looked up at the imposing sign of Fengweilou, carried his goods through the streets, and when he passed a tea stall, he put down his load to drink tea and rest.

There was no one at the stall at that moment, so Tao Da came over with a teapot in his hand, and while pouring tea, he asked, "What's going on?"

The young peddler was Chen San.

Chen San drank the tea in one breath and said through gritted teeth, "I passed by a restaurant and heard people walking out talking about the officials sent by the court to the southeast to investigate Yuan the thief. They said that Yuan the thief was slandered!"

The rough porcelain bowl he slammed on the table made a thumping sound. Tao Da frowned and reminded, "Be gentle."

Chen San raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Da: "How come this bastard is at large? Officials really protect each other--"

Tao Da interrupted him: "We've known this for a long time. There's no point getting angry about this now."

Chen San wiped his mouth vigorously, as if what he just drank was not coarse tea, but strong liquor: "That bastard will go to Fengweilou tonight for a drink, why not--"

"Shut up!" Tao Da had a calm face, but his tone was particularly fierce, "Don't be stupid, wait for news from Brother Que!"

"Brother Ke Que hasn't made any movement for a long time. Who knows if something happened or he just doesn't want to do it anymore."

Tao Da refilled the empty bowl of tea in front of Chen San: "You got kicked in the head by a donkey, if we succeed, will there be only four of us left? I tell you, if you dare to ruin the plan, I will twist off your head and use it as a urinal!"

Chen San was scolded and looked unhappy: "I was just talking."

I feel this is a rare opportunity and I can't help but be excited, but I also understand that the hope of success is slim, so I came to ask the boss what he thinks.

"Just talking?" Tao Da asked worriedly.

Chen San picked up the tea bowl and said, "When have I ever acted on my own? If I'm not allowed to do it, then I won't do it. Let me see how capable Brother Que is. You won't let us wait until the end of time, will you?"

"I think Brother Que is a reliable person and won't make us wait too long. Let's make a bet." Tao Da said this, but he was still afraid that Chen San would act on impulse.

"Okay, what's the bet?"

"If I win, you will kowtow to Brother Que and thank him."

Chen San gulped down another bowl of tea, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What if I win?"

Tao Da looked at Chen San deeply and said calmly: "You win, let's die together."

How can they live if the thief Yuan is not dead?

"Damn it!" Chen San slammed the table, put down a few copper coins and left.

Soon it was dusk, and the area in front of Fengwei Tower was bustling with people dressed in brocade clothes walking in one after another.

A young peddler passing by watched Yuan Chenghai being escorted into the restaurant, lifted his shoulder pole, and strode past.

"Needle, thread, comb, hair string——"

(End of this chapter)