There is a saying that has been circulating in Qingchuan Mansion all year round.

The starry sky embraces the moon and people never sleep, and the yellow silkworm sand falls to feed the wine.

It is about the four most prosperous places in Qingchuan. It is also the four most intoxicating and lively places with the liveliest nightlife.

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Among them, Qixing Tower is one of them.

Night time.

At nine fifty-seven, people were coming and going in front of Qixing Tower. Each floor of the six-story spire pavilion was brightly lit, and there were paintings of landscapes, flowers and birds on the exterior walls.

The beautiful dancing girl, the singing girl who persuades people to drink, the sound of the piano is clear and clear, and the poems are recited softly.

Many famous poems and songs of Daling are gently sung by the singers on all floors of Qixing Tower from time to time. Accompanied by the music, they are served with fine wine and delicious food, and their bodies are covered with gauze.

Those who can enter it are often drunk, hazy-eyed, high-spirited, and immersed in this special atmosphere surrounded by enjoyment.

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At the front gate of the building, gorgeous carriages and horses came and went, and every guest coming in and out was not wearing rich clothes.

There was a crash.

The carriage door slid open.

Zhang Rongfang gently got out of the carriage, stood up straight, and looked at the gorgeous little building with red tiles and white walls and silver bells in front of him.

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There happened to be a group of people seeing off guests in front of the building. The old man in the lead, with gray hair and extraordinary momentum, was smiling and saying his last polite goodbyes to the guests who were about to leave.

In the hall near the window on the second floor, bursts of laughter were heard, and it seemed to be a child's birthday.

Drawing lots, I caught something interesting, which made everyone laugh.

There is a swordsman on the third floor, holding a long black leather sword with a luxurious scabbard, leaning against the window with a beard, quietly

Listening to the sad lyrics and music of the singer coming from the room.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth floors all have special glass windows that are closed, making it difficult to see the movement.

It's just that on the glass window, there are silver star patterns, shining a little bit under the light.

Perhaps this is the origin of the so-called Qixing.

As soon as Zhang Rongfang got out of the car, his height of 2.5 meters attracted the attention of the doorman.

Most of these burly guests are martial arts practitioners with good cultivation, so they have seen many of them and know that although these guests have a bad temper, most of them are bold and aggressive.

The two men immediately came over to greet him.

"Sir, please come in. Do you have an appointment or are you alone?"

"We have an appointment." Zhang Rongfang replied calmly.

"Your name?"

"Excuse me, my surname is Zhang."

The two doormen were about to take out a small book and make inquiries when they saw a woman in a blue dress quickly come out of the building.

"Master Zhang is here, I'll come here." The woman ordered the two doormen, came to Zhang Rongfang, and respectfully

Lower your head.

"Sir, the guests have arrived early, please come with me.

Zhang Rongfang nodded and followed him.

The two of them went up from the first floor to the top of the sixth floor.

The higher the floor, the less sound there is in the ears.

When we reached the top floor, there was basically only a little bit of soft guzheng music left around.

Quiet and pleasant.

The sixth floor is a large, spacious space.

In the space, there are rockeries, streams, gardens, and even some free-range colorful birds. Freedom is here

Flying in.

A few peacocks strolled leisurely in the hall.

Various human-woven handicrafts are hung everywhere on the walls, some are animals and some are objects.

In the middle, a large gray and white zigzag patterned stone table quietly occupies at least one-fifth of the space.

A petite woman with long hair in a black dress, with her back to Zhang Rongfang, was kneeling on the futon, quietly holding a cup in her hand.

Cup of hot tea.

The door slid open silently.

Zhang Rongfang looked at the woman's back intently.

With just one glance, he recognized the other party's identity.

Standing in front of the door, he suddenly paused and did not move forward.

The woman was stunned, put down her teacup, and slowly turned around.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

The face that was revealed when he turned around was the very familiar face that Zhang Rongfang remembered.

Goddess Tongzhang.

"I am a goddess." A calm and polite smile appeared on the woman's face.

However, this sentence instantly pulled Zhang Rongfang out of his memory.

Goddess, this name may be an honor and a positive title in the eyes of many people.

But in fact, in the eyes of senior officials, Xizong, and even Tongzhang himself, this title is a scar.·

A humiliation.

Therefore, she generally doesn't like people close to her to call her a goddess, and she rarely calls herself a goddess.

Many things flashed through Zhang Rongfang's mind.

But in the end, he calmly stepped forward and walked through the door.

The door was gently closed by the maid behind her, and they were alone on the entire sixth floor.

"Please sit down. The goddess pointed to the futon opposite the table in front of her.

Zhang Rongfang felt strange.

Although the person was indeed that person, somehow, it felt strangely strange to him.

He slowly walked over and sat down cross-legged on another futon. A cup of tea had already been placed on his place, but it had already become cold.

"Sorry, I didn't calculate the time for your arrival." The goddess smiled apologetically.

"It doesn't matter. After all, you have taught me, you are my superior and my master. These are all aside.

Trivial details.”

Zhang Rongfang replied calmly.

"I have been worried about you since you disappeared from Dadu."

"I...I'm fine, thank you." The goddess replied politely.

For a moment, the two of them had nothing to say. They just sat quietly facing each other and fell into silence. Zhang Rongfang didn't know what to say.

The goddess... she doesn't know how to talk about it at all.

Several minutes passed.

She gently rubbed the outer wall of the tea cup with her fingers, lowered her head and said something.

"Actually... I have forgotten many things from the past..."

There was a trace of natural confusion on her pretty face.

"I was told that we need you, so please let me invite you, invite you to join us.

They said, if it were me, maybe you would agree...but I think no matter who it is, such a big matter should be carefully considered."

Zhang Rongfang is silent, will it happen against the times?

He had indeed guessed before he came that he would try to win over him in the opposite direction.

What they didn't expect was that they actually found Zhang...

If he had just looked at the handwriting before, it might have been a fake, but now that he saw the person in person, he understood that it would not be the case in reverse.

not simple.
To be continued...