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They arrived at a large restaurant called Drunken Flower Pavilion, which not only offered delicious dishes but also had reasonable prices, significantly cheaper than the expensive Wenxiang Tower.
Wenxiang Tower was mostly frequented by Scholars, and the scholarly atmosphere there was too heavy, making it unsuitable for martial artists, who found it unappealing.
The owner of Wenxiang Tower had connections with High Officials, and the Peace Faction did not get along with the War Faction, leading to inevitable conflicts if one were to visit!
Upon reaching the entrance of the restaurant, two Second Floor attendants saw the Officials arriving and immediately welcomed them with smiles, as if trying to curry favor with their masters.
The group dismounted from their horses and let the Second Floor attendants lead them inside.
Before they even reached their seats, they could smell a variety of enticing aromas wafting through the air, making their mouths water.
In addition to the Second Floor attendant who took care of their horses, there was another Second Floor attendant dressed in coarse cloth. He was thin but spoke smoothly as he greeted them.
He called out, "Gentlemen, please come in and take a seat! We have a wide array of delicious dishes that will surely delight your taste buds."
With a warm welcome, he led them further inside.
Qin Feng and his companions were all dressed in black armor, with Great Longswords hanging at their waists. As Military Officials, they exuded an imposing presence.
Some Common People who were dining wore ordinary clothing that was neither too shabby nor particularly good; the food on their tables was just average.
Seeing the armed Military Officials enter, they lowered their heads in fear of attracting trouble and continued eating their meals without looking up.
Many were afraid because the Imperial Guards in this city were notorious for causing trouble. They often dined for free at restaurants and would even extort money from merchants under the guise of protection fees.
If they encountered someone they didn't like, they would seize them and beat them up, which did not help their reputation at all.
At the counter, there was a shorter man, not even six feet tall, who appeared quite frail. He was using an abacus to calculate accounts; he should be the Boss of this restaurant.
His clothes were decent, worth some money, much better than those made of coarse fabric, but still inferior to more expensive clothing.
Suddenly, several men in Black Armor entered, among them one that he recognized, someone who often dined without paying.
He smiled and greeted them, saying, "Commander Wang has arrived again. Please head upstairs; the dishes will be sent up shortly."
Commander Wang, clad in black armor, was tall but had a round face and was somewhat overweight.
With a hint of disdain, he said, "Wu Dalang, hurry up and get those lazy cooks in the kitchen to speed things up. Get the good wine and dishes sent upstairs quickly; this gentleman is the second-in-command of the Cavalry. If you delay him, it could ruin your restaurant."
"We'll head upstairs now; make it quick and ensure the dishes are the best," he added.
The Boss of Drunken Flower Pavilion nodded submissively in agreement; it was quite humiliating.
There were many people waiting below, yet they had to prioritize serving these military officials. But what could be done? After all, they were soldiers.
The Boss wasn't actually named Wu Dalang; his surname was Wu and his given name was Da. He was just called Wu Dalang because of his short stature, which was quite derogatory.
Qin Feng and the others went up to the second floor, which was considered a more upscale area compared to the one below.
They sat at a large table upstairs where several Military Officials gathered together, creating a lively atmosphere.
In the surroundings, several other tables were occupied by diners who looked surprised and concerned upon seeing them but continued eating nonetheless.
At the very top, there was surprisingly a Xylophone. Although it was ordinary, it looked nice and was well preserved.
Soon, large platters of meat and fish were served, along with some roasted chicken and goose, as well as a variety of delicious vegetarian dishes.
Of course, there were also several jugs of fine wine. They quickly filled their cups and began to drink while using chopsticks to dig into the delicious food.
Not only did it look appetizing, but the taste was also exquisite—almost as good as Wenxiang Tower.
Suddenly, a woman in a white robe, who was quite graceful with fair skin, sat down on the Xylophone.
On the table where the Xylophone was placed, there appeared an old wooden basin with some missing pieces, looking quite worn.
The White-Robed Woman placed her delicate hands on the strings and began to play, producing a series of slender and melodious sounds that resembled the laughter of a young woman—truly enchanting and delightful.
Though dressed simply, she exuded a unique charm. A simple hairpin held her long hair, which cascaded down to her waist, adding to her allure.
The initial notes were gentle, with her fingers lightly caressing the strings like the laughter of a young woman—truly pleasant to the ears.
Later, the music changed; it alternated between fast and slow tempos. When slow, it still echoed the beautiful voice of a young woman.
When fast, it sounded like Warhorses galloping, accompanied by their roaring—a feeling of panic and fear.
Everyone at the table watched intently; indeed, she was a skilled musician. The music was remarkable, almost lifelike.
Several men at the dining table, tall and robust with somewhat fierce expressions—perhaps ruffians—cast greedy glances at her beauty and talent.
Qin Feng also noticed the woman. Although she was dressed simply, she exuded a unique charm that was subtly captivating.
The sound of the guqin was wonderful as well; it could evoke the woman's melodious laughter and the thunderous sound of Warhorses. It was truly remarkable.
The several commanders at the table, including Duties of the Imperial Guard Commander Liu Xian, were also dumbfounded. This was indeed the first time they had heard such enchanting music.
This woman looked unfamiliar, as if she had just arrived. Why hadn't they seen her when they were dining on someone else's tab before?
Commander Wang Gao also looked excited, harboring inappropriate thoughts about the talented The Woman Playing the Piano.
He inadvertently glanced at Qin Feng and noticed he also appeared to be captivated. Truly, heroes are often swayed by beautiful women!
Why not just offer this woman to Qin Sir? It would please him and perhaps lead to promotions and raises in the future.
He said, "Since you all are so eager, why don't I invite that woman over for a drink with us? I guarantee she'll serve us well. What do you all think?"
Most of the Military Officials laughed and urged him to quickly bring the woman over to enjoy a drink together. That would surely be delightful!
Qin Feng understood their implication: they wanted to forcibly bring the woman over to drink with them, which would be disrespectful to her.
As a person of quality and a Military Official, he certainly would not allow such behavior, even if it crossed his mind.
He quickly called out to him, saying, "Wang Gao, stop right there! You are a Military Official of the court; how can you force that woman to come over and compel her to drink with us? She looks delicate; how could she possibly handle alcohol?"
Wang Gao felt a bit flustered but thought that as long as she came over to share a few drinks, he could even give her some coins. She seemed like a daughter from a poor family.
He looked at Liu Xian and noticed that his expression was disapproving, so he had no choice but to give up. What a pity.
He said, "Brother Qin, I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted that way. After all, she is a respectable woman. Let's continue drinking!"
He was about to sit down again, picked up his cup, and toasted Qin Feng as an apology.
Qin Feng wasn't angry either; he accepted the apology, raised his cup to clink with his, and drank it down.
Suddenly, the Woman Playing the Piano let out a scream, appearing very frightened as she resisted.
"What do you want? I am a respectable woman, selling my art but not my body. Don't touch me, don't pull my clothes."
A few men in coarse clothing stood there, looking strong and wearing lewd smiles mixed with ferocity; they were probably local rogues.
Two rogues in coarse clothing, with their clothes torn in places, grabbed one of her delicate arms to prevent her from escaping.
One of them said, "Miss, I see you have some beauty. We don't want your body right now. Just come over to that table and drink with us for a while. Once we finish drinking, we'll let you go."
"I promise we won't lay a hand on you. Just drink a few cups with each of us, and then we'll let you return."
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