The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

When he returned to the Zhexian Tower, Xue Wang's army had already withdrawn.

As always, this place is mysterious and alluring.

As soon as Lu Xiaosan entered, he looked around and saw that the place had been cleaned spotlessly, as if nothing had ever happened.

"Oh, you're really lucky." A charming yet slightly languid voice rang out.

Following the sound, they saw Fu Rou resting her head on her hand, lazily flipping through an account book at the table.

Lu Xiaosan stepped forward and asked in surprise, "That kid Xue Wang just left like that?"

Fu Rou said leisurely, "King Xue thought you were dead, so he dusted himself off and ran away very fast." As Fu Rou spoke, her eyes were fixed on the account book.

Lu Xiaosan said happily, "Haha, that kid must be so disappointed to see that I'm still alive that his eyes have sunk into his nose."

Fu Rou turned another page and sighed, "It's not just that kid. The girls in the brothel will probably be disappointed for a while now that you're still alive. That will dampen their hospitality. And then there are all the debts I can't get back, the money I've already spent, and..."

The more she talked, the more agitated she became as she flipped through the ledger.

Lu Xiaosan was both amused and exasperated: "Sister Furou, look how I'm still alive, are you all about to die of anger?"

Fu Rou stared intently at the ledger, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I don't care. You won't live much longer anyway, so why should I rush things?"

Lu Xiaosan snorted coldly, "Don't worry, Sister Furou, I won't die before you, that would be too impolite."

Upon hearing this, Fu Rou grabbed Lu Xiaosan by the collar and pulled him a few inches away from her, while she continued to stare at the ledger without saying a word.

Lu Xiaosan was startled, realizing that half of Fu Rou's snow-white breasts were now fully exposed. A delicate, intoxicating fragrance wafted over from her.

Smelling this smell and seeing this scene, Lu Xiaosan felt particularly uncomfortable.

He quickly looked down, but then saw that Fu Rou was still leisurely flipping through the account book. Lu Xiaosan hurriedly said, "Sister Fu Rou, don't you...don't you think I smell bad? Quickly...let go."

Fu Rou finally closed the ledger, looked up at Lu Xiaosan, and smiled charmingly.

She leaned close to Lu Xiaosan's ear, making her body fragrance and powder scent even stronger, and her delicate, snow-white skin was just a hair's breadth away from his.

Lu Xiaosan quickly held her breath, afraid of inhaling too much of the scent of rouge and powder.

Fu Rou breathed warm air into his ear, but said in an extremely cold tone, "I don't care if you stink or not, I don't care when you die, but if you dare to destroy anything here before you die, then, hehehehe..." She laughed and let go of his hand.

Lu Xiaosan quickly took several steps back, holding his knees and panting heavily. His face was already flushed red from holding his breath for so long.

He snorted, turned and ran towards the kitchen, then heard Fu Rou giggle, "Have sweet dreams tonight, hee hee hee..."

In the kitchen, Chang'an was lying motionless on a straw mat. He tried to breathe through his nose and it seemed that he had been knocked unconscious and thrown in. Seeing that he had no other wounds, they were relieved.

He went to the backyard and flew to the rooftop on his prayer beads. Sure enough, he saw Ning Konglou.

In the past, he always faced the imperial city to the north, but tonight he looked towards the southern settlements, lost in thought for a long time.

Lu Xiaosan quickly pulled out the jade from his pocket and said happily, "This is from Su Yi of the Su family in Hexi. He asked me to give it to you. It used to have a fragrance, but since you ran so fast, it's now covered in my stench."

Ning Konglou stood far away and said coldly, "I asked you to deliver wine, not to deliver other people's dirty stuff to me."

Lu Xiaosan looked at him accusingly, "That girl's good intentions are not even as good as your pot of urine wine?"

Ning Konglou reached out, and the jade flew to his eyes on a green light. He didn't take it, he just looked at it.

Lu Xiaosan then asked with a smile, "By the way, what about the Luocheng Water Banquet?"

Ning Konglou looked at the jade and casually replied, "I tasted it, but I didn't think it was as good as mine, so I threw it away."

Lu Xiaosan praised, "You've really made something of yourself! You dare to eat what the girl left behind? I guess you've got some weird fetishes now."

Ning Konglou glared at her angrily, "I tasted it before she ate it, and I threw it away immediately after she ate it."

"Oh, so you're holding a grudge against that maid for what she said," Lu Xiaosan said.

Ning Konglou suddenly waved his hand and threw the jade off the roof.

Judging from the trajectory, it must have landed in a bustling street. Trying to find it again would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Lu Xiaosan rushed to the edge of the building to look for it, and finally turned back angrily, saying, "What do you mean by throwing it like that?"

Ning Konglou's face darkened as usual, and he said coldly, "Now, you should be worried about your life, not this boring jade."

Lu Xiaosan sneered and said angrily, "You cruel and heartless bastard, I won't die even after your grandson is gone. No, how could a guy like you have a grandson!"

Ning Konglou flipped his wrist again, and Lu Xiaosan let out a "Ugh!" and was suddenly upside down, with his head facing down and his feet pointing in the air.

"From now on, you will stay in the kitchen obediently until you die, and you are not allowed to see anyone outside of the Zhexianlou again."

Lu Xiaosan struggled and shook his limbs, urgently asking, "Why? Is it because of that Prince Xue?"

Ning Konglou added, "Tomorrow, I will be leaving here for a while. I will leave everything in the kitchen to Tian Gao, and you will no longer need to deliver wine every night."

"Wait, you need to bring Blue Glow... Ugh."

Before he could ask any more questions, Ning Konglou jumped down the stairs with Lu Xiaosan hanging from the window.

He found a large vat, filled it with hot water, and gave Lu Xiaosan a thorough rinse before leaving with peace of mind.

The next morning, Lu Xiaosan's illness relapsed, and Chang'an slowly woke up from her coma.

After all the commotion, the two were reunited after a long and difficult time. They fought to make sure everyone was safe before they finally felt relieved.

That night, Lu Xiaosan used the Buddhist beads to search for Lan Yingzhu again, but this time, the beads flew directly outside the building, indicating that Ning Konglou had taken Lan Yingzhu away.

Unfortunately, Lu Xiaosan had agreed to his request and wouldn't step out of the building, so she could only wait for him to return and try again.

Ever since Xue Wang caused a scene at the brothel, the girls have become even more disgusted with Lu Xiaosan.

His ugly face and sickly body only fueled their hatred. They were utterly disappointed when they learned that Lu Xiaosan was still alive.

But what can you do? The miserable life goes on.

That night, Chang'an brought a pot of fine wine to the hall and suddenly heard a commotion in the distance.

It turned out to be a middle-aged woman dressed in luxurious clothes, twisting the ear of a nobleman in a red robe.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" the nobleman cried out, grimacing.

"Is someone causing trouble?" Suddenly, the parrot's voice rang in my ears again: "A pot of osmanthus wine for table number four!"

Chang'an was stunned upon hearing this. "Number four? Isn't that the table where the trouble started?"

"A pot of osmanthus wine for table number four!" The parrot could only repeat the guest's words but could not answer back.

Chang'an was helpless. He saw the parrot slowly fly back to the front of the stage, where Fu Rou was smiling at him.

Chang'an walked over and asked, "Sister Furou, is the woman who was fighting with Master Zhou also a guest here? Should I return this pot of wine?"

Looking at Chang'an's slightly immature face, Fu Rou knelt down, patted his head, and smiled, "That's Master Zhou's wife. They're just joking around. You can deliver it without worry."

Chang'an nodded calmly. "Okay, I understand."

He walked up to her and saw that the woman's face was covered in foundation, making her look like a ghost. Her luxurious clothes were meant to conceal the fact that she was old and faded.

At this moment, the woman stood with her hands on her hips, her voice fierce and stern. She was spitting as she cursed, and thick white powder from her face was scattered all over the table.

Lady Zhou lowered her head, looking defeated and not daring to retort.

The woman yelled again, "Zhou Yi, tell me, how many times has this happened this month? What did you promise me before? Answer me!"

"Slap!" Another slap landed on Master Zhou's face.

Master Zhou touched his swollen face, still silent. His wife continued, "Zhou Yi, have you forgotten how you got your position today? Have you forgotten why you were allowed into this Immortal Pavilion? Let me tell you, my father can promote you, and he can also kick you out at any time."

Chang'an thought to herself: So she is also the daughter of a high-ranking official. No wonder she was able to come here and cause trouble.

Chang'an approached the table. "Here's the wine you ordered. Please, Master Zhou, and this...this one too."

Although Chang'an's expression remained calm, a sudden thought struck him: "Oh no, how should I address Master Zhou's wife?"

Under pressure, she finally blurted out, "And this auntie with the really pale face..."

The woman was already furious, and when she heard Chang'an say this, she grabbed the wine pot and smashed it on the stage, spilling a large amount of wine all over Lianxue's snow-white skirt.