Half an hour later, Danyang finally packed up and had enough to eat and drink, and then rushed to the flower hall.
However, when she had just arrived in a carriage, she suddenly heard a scream, slowly coming from inside.
The weird sounds, coupled with the servants on duty, were either deliberately avoiding her sight, or trying their best to stick to the wall, minimizing their presence in her eyes as much as possible...
What exactly happened here?
Or should I say, something related to her is happening?
After scanning around and finding no more useful information, Danyang simply quickened his pace and went straight to the main hall of the flower hall.
When she stood outside the carved wooden door, as determined as she was, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Hiss, this is really——
Bold?
Or should I say, informal and free-spirited?
It was originally a quaint little flower hall with elegant decoration and very particular attention to every table and chair. At this moment, it has changed beyond recognition. If you look closely, it seems to still have a bit of an exotic feel...
The mahogany Eight Immortals table that was originally in the second room is now placed majestically in the middle of the hall facing the entrance. And it can be seen that there are traces of people sitting on the ground around them.
Not only was the plate on the table in a mess, but even under the table, there was a mess - a wine jar was lying on the ground, and there was a layer of inexplicable liquid with an oily sheen on the bluestone tiles with dark patterns.
And the turbid water surface was constantly rippled by the vegetable juices still dripping from the table and the breeze blowing by.
The next moment, when the gust of wind rushed towards Danyang, not only was there a strange smell of leftover soup, it was also mixed with a strong smell of wine.
This is not only the aftertaste in the wine cup and wine pot after drinking, but also the smell of lees in the leftovers. It seems that there is also a strong smell of mutton and, sweat?
This smell is so impactful!
Danyang had almost stepped across the threshold when he quickly took two steps back—suffering from the smell, he retreated to the corridor.
At the same time, a feeling of dumbfounding also came to my mind.
Generally speaking, even if the host is hospitable, the guests will not be so casual, right?
When Danyang thought of this, he chuckled softly.
But Zizhu, who was following her, was already stunned to the point of shock, and his face was pale with anger.
This, who is this stupid young man? !
Not only was it unreasonable, it was simply embarrassing the princess who ordered them to be entertained!
Not to mention that the princess's hospitality, which was not too out of the ordinary, was ruined by them. If word spread in the future... wouldn't her princess also become the laughing stock of everyone? !
At this moment, Zizhu had the intention to kill.
Danyang didn't feel too angry. He was just curious at the ventilation stall and couldn't help but thought to himself:
No wonder. Everyone avoided her so much before, were they afraid of his anger, or did they want to avoid future trouble?
But these don't matter.
Even in the flower hall, sudden uninvited guests only need to be dealt with briefly. And will soon be sent away, unimportant passers-by.
Right now, she still has a lot to do, and it's best to say hello to her mother before the target person takes action...
When he thought of this, Danyang took a breath and moved towards the flower hall again without changing his expression.
"Princess! You, please stop..."
Zizhu was afraid that there was a drunkard in the house, so he bumped into Princess Danyang. And in her opinion, where could her princess stay in such a messy and unsightly place? How could he allow his own princess to take the initiative to be humiliated? !
Therefore, just as Danyang raised her foot, Zizhu had already stepped forward and crossed in front of Danyang, trying to block her way.
But who knew that before she could finish her words of dissuasion, Danyang had already raised his hand, pressed her shoulders heavily, and looked at her solemnly.
With that look in his eyes, there was no need to say any more words. Zizhu was defeated in an instant, his shoulders slumped, his head wilted and his brain wilted, and he gave way.
But the moment Danyang passed by, Zizhu heard a sound like a silver bell, and said solemnly:
"Secure the door for me. No one is allowed to approach this flower hall except you, whom I trust."
Although Danyang hadn't seen the visitors yet, he could be so bold because he knew he was in the princess's mansion. He's probably also very difficult to deal with, so she doesn't mind using some tough tactics to drive him away.
But considering the consequences, especially in these troubled times, naturally the less people know about it, the better.
Stepping through the door again, Danyang first held his breath because of his preparations, and then slowly breathed to adapt.
Thanks to that, the smell was strong enough and exciting, and it quickly numbed the nose to the point of losing the sense of smell, making it less uncomfortable.
Will the visitor be the Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Forest Army, Hong Ze, General Hong?
But judging from his appearance and the few words she heard from Aunt Zhou later, General Hong should probably be the kind of person who is rough on the outside but delicate on the inside, and very measured in what he does.
So this style of doing things is probably something else...
Danyang was guessing this as he slowly walked inside.
But without thinking, he turned to the left from the main hall and kicked something soft and hard. He almost tripped and flew out.
Fortunately, the thing that kicked me didn't hurt my foot, so it was just a slight dull pain caused by a little too much force when I stabilized my body, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
Immediately afterwards, Danyang, who was completely on his feet, moved his eyes back and saw the person she had just kicked, which was blocked by the wall stacks and heavy gauze. At this time, he was completely lying on the ground. Who?
To be precise, the middle-aged man lying on the ground in front of him, wearing the sash of the princess's butler, should be called an unconscious drunkard.
Moreover, the other party was not only very drunk, but the clothes he was wearing that were supposed to be decent were now completely unrecognizable.
Layers upon layers of oily palm prints, enough to see the lines, were distributed from front to back in large conspicuous places on the back, shoulders, and front.
Danyang took another careful look, and found that the drunkard was indeed just asleep, and his appearance was indeed the one he had just seen in the Magistrate's Hall. After taking care of himself, he shook his head, got up and walked inside.
Just because she seemed to hear slight snoring coming from behind the screen.
Turning around and walking to the depths of the second room, there was indeed a man sleeping soundly on the low roof with his back to the outside.
When he saw the other person's face, Danyang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Hey, this is really General Hong.
However, she remembered that the concierge came to report that the visitors were for two people.
What about the other one?
It couldn't be that after seeing his companion drunk, he was afraid of offending the princess's house and getting into trouble, so he ignored Hongze and ran away early, right?
When Danyang thought about it, he immediately felt as if he was too nervous before coming and overcomplicated things.
