After admiring the scenery, Miss Jun stood under overhanging eaves of a four-story building.
Written on the building was ‘Jinyun Hall’.
This was the origin of the name Jinyun Hall.
The small hall had a completely different style than the rest of the buildings in Yangcheng. Green roof tiles and white brims, it had the delicacy of Jiangnan style.
Miss Jun’s face filled with surprise.
Not surprise at the Jiangnan style building; this kind of building was common in the courtyards of the north.
She was surprised by the scene she saw as she stood by the entrance.
It was clearly used as a restaurant. A broad, well-lit main hall, but without the tables and chairs and crowds of customers. It was decorated with flowers and plants, burning incense, screens, as well as an iron pot. Next to the wall were musicians playing old tunes.
A young gentleman—a jade tree in the wind—stood in the middle, holding a bamboo arrow.
It was an elegant scene.
"Pitch-pot?" Miss Jun asked.
