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After hearing this, Feng Ling didn't know what to say for a moment. If he said that Lian Wu was wrong, this was indeed part of the original plan. If he said that he was right, if someone was poisoned in this situation, the chances of Lian Wu and the Lin family being investigated were not small.

"It's okay. I'll have someone burn some reeds in the yard to drive away the ants and mosquitoes. It shouldn't be that easy to get infected."

It was midsummer at the time, so burning reed grass to repel mosquitoes was reasonable and would not arouse the suspicion of the Minister of War.

"I was impatient this time."

Lian Wu never made excuses for his mistakes. He should have admitted them; it wasn't a big deal. Hiding them, on the other hand, would leave others unprepared when problems arose.

After having lunch together, everyone, each with their own ulterior motives, dispersed.

Mrs. Feng wanted to leave the house, but the Minister of War suddenly got angry in the afternoon and insisted on pruning flowers in the garden with her.

The Minister of War was simply in a good mood and wanted to have some romance with his young and beautiful wife. Unfortunately, Mrs. Feng was not interested in this. She only acted so happy in order to continue to play the role of a loving couple with him.

The head of the Lin family felt tired after the morning's shock, so he returned to the Lin family early to rest and didn't care what Feng Ling and Lian Wu were going to do.

A teahouse is a good place to get news from all sides. After Lian Wu decided to do that side quest, he thought of this place.

The people in the teahouse are a mixed crowd, including various vendors and dignitaries. It is a place that seems elegant but is actually chaotic.

Lian Wu didn't like places like this before because they were too noisy. Unless he had some news to gather, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to come to places like teahouses.

Yunminglou is the largest teahouse in Beijing. It attracts a huge flow of people and is the most up-to-date with news.

And Lian Wu and Feng Ling’s destination this time is there.

Before they entered Yunming Tower, they heard noisy sounds from outside.

There were sounds of singing and dancing, laughter, and the faint sound of storytelling.

Many people would sing in teahouses to earn tips. Some wealthy children liked to come to teahouses. In the eyes of some people, teahouses were comparable to brothels, where some businesses were just not exposed in public.

The reputation of going directly to a brothel was really bad, so a large number of rich young men had to settle for the second best and go to teahouses for pleasure.

Lian Wu didn't want to get involved in too much trouble. Those rich kids were easy to recognize, so he deliberately avoided them and found a corner where no one cared and ordered a pot of tea.

The waiter in the teahouse was stopped by Feng Ling when he was serving tea.

"Yunming Tower is so lively. Is it like this every day?"

The waiter was delighted when he heard this and said proudly, "Of course. Who in the capital doesn't know about our Yunminglou? Ever since I can remember, we've never had a single day here wasted. Not to mention the common people around here, countless dignitaries and nobles love to come here."

Feng Ling raised his eyebrows, "Oh? From what you said, you have been working here for a long time?"

"Of course I have. I have been here since I was seven years old. I have been here for almost 20 years now. I dare say that apart from those few guys, no one here knows Yunminglou better than me."

Seeing the waiter's beaming face, Lian Wu asked, "Do you know Bai Yan?"

Hearing the name, the waiter was stunned for a moment. Then, he nervously approached them and said, "Keep your voice down! You two are talking about death in this place. Don't you want to live? There are so many wealthy families here, and they all have superstitions. If they make a fuss, we won't be able to save our lives."

Hearing this, Lian Wu and Feng Ling looked at each other. It seemed that they had found the right place.

"Is there a private room? Let's go talk in a private room."

As he spoke, Feng Ling stuffed a piece of silver into the waiter's hand.

When the waiter felt what was in his palm, his mouth suddenly opened up, and he was very happy.

"Sir, are you kidding me? Even if there's no pavilion, I can still find one for you. Please wait, I'll be right back."

After seeing the waiter's expression change, Lian Wu couldn't help but sigh, "Money makes the world go round."