Moonlit Calamity: The Dragon Girl's Life of Idleness is Broken

Accompanied by the crisp sound of horses' hooves, "clatter, clatter..." the carriage headed towards the bustling Xuanque Street.

The weather is nice today. White clouds drift leisurely in the azure sky, and the warm sunshine adds a touch of comfort to the slightly chilly weather.

Many pedestrians were walking on the wide street, some in a hurry, while others strolled leisurely in groups, chatting as they went.

The streets and alleys were filled with the joyful laughter of children playing and frolicking, the calls of vendors hawking their wares, and the chatter of friends, creating a lively scene.

Listening to the lively atmosphere outside the car, Long Chu's mood improved, and he forgot all about the farce that had just happened at the door.

She remembered that Ziguang had said that the pastries she brought back from Qinlan Teahouse last time tasted very good, so she decided to go to Qinlan Teahouse again this time.

On the one hand, I plan to go there and sit for a while, listen to the storyteller tell some stories, and on the way back, I can also pack some pastries to take back with me.

It's already afternoon, and normally there shouldn't be as many customers in the teahouse as at noon.

Before long, the carriage came to a steady stop in front of Qinlan Teahouse. Long Chuqing lifted the curtain and looked into the teahouse. She saw that there were indeed not as many customers coming and going as last time.

She asked Ziguang to check if there were any seats upstairs, as a private room would be more suitable.

The lobby is crowded and noisy, which could easily lead to trouble, so it's best to avoid it as much as possible. If there are no private rooms available, we won't go in.

Zi Guang strode into the teahouse and came out shortly after. He said to Long Chuqing in the car, "Miss, there are private rooms upstairs."

Upon hearing this, Long Chuqing smiled slightly: "In that case, let's go in!"

She invited Uncle Chen, the coachman, inside for tea, saying, "Uncle Chen, why don't you come up with us for tea and a storytelling session?"

Uncle Chen waved his hand repeatedly to decline, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss, but I'm just a roughneck, so I won't go. I don't know anything about the art of tea tasting. I'll just wait for you on the side."

Uncle Chen was adamant about not going with her, so she didn't insist and went into the teahouse with Ziguang.

Upon seeing the guests, the waiter warmly greeted them and asked them with a gentle and respectful smile about their purpose before leading them to the second floor.

The private rooms on the second floor are individual small spaces, decorated simply yet elegantly, with two simple orchids placed against the wall.

The room connects to the lobby, which is an open space with railings. From the railings, you can see the bustling lobby on the first floor. Tables and chairs are placed along the railings, with exquisite tea sets on them.

At that moment, a storyteller dressed in a long gown stood above the main hall, passionately recounting a story. His voice was clear and resonant, and could be heard clearly even from the second floor.

They ordered a pot of Guzhu Zisun tea. A small stove was placed on the table. As the weather grew colder, the tea was kept warm on the stove, which added a touch of leisure and elegance.

We also ordered two pastries. The waiter recommended that their osmanthus cake was particularly popular, so we ordered one osmanthus cake and one classic mung bean cake.

The table was placed by the railing, and they leaned against the railing, drinking tea while listening to the storyteller's vivid narration.

The storyteller in the audience looked to be in his fifties, with a beard on his face. On the table in front of him was a cup of tea and a folding fan.

When talking about vividness, the gentleman would pick up a fan and unfold it; it was an antique folding fan painted with landscape patterns.

His voice was loud and steady, and when he spoke, his voice was very infectious. Sometimes it was lyrical and melodious, and sometimes it was stern and suddenly became powerful.

As the story unfolds, the facial expressions change accordingly, accompanied by rich body language, vividly depicting the story.

The characters in the story are vividly portrayed, showcasing their joys, sorrows, and everything in between, allowing the audience to unconsciously immerse themselves in the characters and feel as if they are in the world of the story.

In the private room next to theirs, Fang Qiuyu, daughter of the Marquis of Ding'an, Ye Lingwei, granddaughter of the current prime minister, and He Wanqing, daughter of the Minister of Revenue, were drinking tea and chatting together.

The noble ladies from prominent families in the capital each had their own circles, spending their time at home learning music, chess, calligraphy, painting, or doing needlework.

Occasionally, I like to meet up with my close girlfriends, and we'll get together in twos and threes to find a quiet teahouse to drink tea and chat, or we can go shopping together and buy some girly things.

Of course, there are genuine people who treat others sincerely, but there are also those who are hypocritical, especially those from high-ranking and prominent families who tend to look down on those from less privileged backgrounds.

Even so, they still keep in touch, but that's only because they enjoy the sense of superiority that comes from being fawned over and praised by others.

They enjoy the flattery of others while secretly looking down on them. Such relationships are ultimately unstable. Once a certain point breaks down, the foundation of their friendship will collapse instantly.

They would put on exquisite makeup, wear luxurious silk brocade clothes, and adorn themselves with gorgeous hairpins, hair ornaments, hairpins, or jewelry such as pearls and jade to show off their noble status.

They would also secretly compete, comparing whose outfit was the most exquisite and beautiful, and who stood out more in the crowd.

Today, He Wanqing, the daughter of the Minister of Revenue, is dressed in an elegant light green gauze dress with a delicate ribbon tied around her waist. Her hair is half-up and adorned with matching pearls and jade. She is gentle, beautiful, and well-educated.

Fang Qiuyu, daughter of the Marquis of Ding'an, wore a moon-white long dress today, embroidered with delicate floral patterns, showcasing her feminine grace and elegance. Her hair was half-up, adorned with a set of exquisite hairpins. She possessed a beautiful and refreshing appearance, a kind of demure beauty with a touch of casualness.

Ye Lingwei, the granddaughter of the Prime Minister, wore a long red dress made of light gauze and brocade, with the embroidery on the hem peeking through. She wore a gold hairpin and jade earrings, exuding elegance and grace. She possessed unparalleled beauty and was known as the most beautiful woman and the most talented woman in the capital.

He Wanqing picked up her teacup, took a small sip, put it down, looked at the woman beside her, and said with a slight smile, "Qiuyu, you've been back for quite some time now, why did it take you so long to come looking for us?"

Fang Qiuyu, who was standing next to her, took a sip of tea, swallowed the snack she had been choking on, and coughed lightly, saying, "It's all because of my brother. He wouldn't let me go out. I only sneaked out these past two days because I hadn't seen him. Staying in the mansion every day has been so stifling for me."

"Is that so?" He Wanqing expressed her concern and continued, "If he comes back and can't find you, won't you get scolded when you get back?"

Fang Qiuyu shrugged and said in a nonchalant tone, "It's okay, I'm already out here, I don't want to think about it too much! At worst I'll get a few nagging words."

She picked up another pastry and took a bite: "Mmm, the pastries in the capital are still the best. The things from the border are not refined enough and are not as delicious."