At dusk, Qiu Ci Street became lively, with Dancing Girls undaunted by the cold, changing into thin gauze dresses and leaning on the railing.
When guests arrived, they would throw handkerchiefs from upstairs. The handkerchiefs, carrying a whiff of fragrance, would land perfectly on the pedestrians' heads; when the pedestrians picked the handkerchiefs off, they would look up to see a glimpse of bare bellies.
Chen Ji galloped out of the Dragon Gate Inn; the Dancing Girls at the railing, upon seeing him, threw their handkerchiefs out.
But Zaozao's speed was too fast; before the handkerchiefs could fall, Chen Ji had already sped away with him. The light gauze handkerchiefs, like flower petals, fell emptily onto the bluestone road.
The old madam from the brothel stepped out, bending over to pick up the handkerchiefs and muttering, "Next time aim before throwing, and if you see another in that much of a hurry to reincarnate, curb your frivolity!"
