The next day, a day off.
Xu Qi 'an and the others had woken up a little late. They stretched their muscles and had breakfast in their rooms, then gathered in the outer hall in twos and threes.
Last night, Jiang Luzhong had slept with a plump courtesan, and this morning, he wanted to treat Xu Qi 'an like his son. It should be known that courtesans usually looked down on martial artists during a Tea Party, and Jiang Luzhong was the Golden gong of the Yamen, the night watchman. How could he possibly have a tea party with a group of merchant lackeys?
In addition, the education square division was the territory of the Ministry of Rites, and the Watchmen and the Civil officials had never been on good terms, so it was not good to sleep with the top courtesan. Therefore, the higher the level, the less they liked to come to the Imperial Academy. They were all fooling around in other brothels.
