The late-night capital, half bustling, half cold.
In front of the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, horse carts are continuous and the inside lights are bright, and many officials and nobles still drink extravagantly.
South City Small Courtyard.
Liu Nanxing sat in the courtyard, wearing a new cotton-padded clothes, looking at the three small rooms in front of him, and feeling like he was in a dreamland.
Not long ago, he was still worried about his livelihood, dragging his sister to steal tombs and dig graves.
But now, not only did he change his shoes and put on new clothes, but he also had a place to stay.
To him, this small courtyard was almost as extravagant as an imperial palace.
More importantly, tonight, the siblings had a feast arranged by Zhou Dao. They ate crispy roasted duck with oil dripping, sweet and sticky Eight Treasure Empress Chicken, and smooth and tender West Lake Beef Soup...
This table of delicious food was the best meal they had ever eaten in their lives.