The yingmei Pavilion hosted guests on the first floor. The door facing the courtyard was open, and a thin silk curtain was hanging down to block the cold wind.
More than a dozen guests were sitting in The Wine House, drinking, chatting, and admiring the plum blossoms.
The four corners of The Wine House were burning with burning charcoal basins to dispel the cold of winter.
A maidservant led Xu Qi 'an in. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the tall young man who was wearing a moon-white scholar's robe.
Xu Qi 'an recalled the rules of the teahouse that Constable Wang had told him about. He tried to put on a gentle smile and bowed to the crowd.
I am Yang Ling, a scholar from Changle County. Greetings, brothers.
Among the people present, there were tyrants in brocade clothes;There were also students from the Imperial College whose status was neither high nor low.
