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Chapter 9 Three tips, three burial places

Li Chunfeng traveled a long way and endured the wind and rain alone.

But no matter what, the deep fatigue and loneliness left him at a loss.

After taking the elixir, he no longer suffered from common symptoms and could kill him again.

From now on, as long as he doesn't want to die, he will really be alone.

Facing the pouring rain, Yuan Tiangang also fell into deeper confusion.

But when faced with his friend's last wish, he will still do his best to fulfill it.

In this way, time passed and Yuan Tiangang also came to Chang'an City with Li Chunfeng's ashes.

This is Li Chunfeng's first burial place.

The sun was blazing in the sky, and the ground was being scorched to the point of billowing heat waves.

At the gate of Chang'an City, among the bustling crowd, in a carriage, a man in purple robes and fine clothes was fanning anxiously and impatiently.

Outside the car, two people were talking.

"Where are the Imperial Masters? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"After receiving the secret message and discovering the trace of the Imperial Master, I have been guarding the gate of the city. I really haven't seen him for several days!"

"Impossible! The intelligence report clearly said that they have arrived in Chang'an."

"Could it be that the portrait you gave me is wrong? After all, although the man in the portrait is unshaven, he doesn't look like a centenarian!"

The man in purple robe sounded a little annoyed in the car.

But he was Zhang Goro, the most favored male favorite around Emperor Wu.

Even those who might become emperors in the future should naturally not behave too much.

Although he was tired of the incompetence of his subordinates, he still maintained a gentle face.

"Just go up and search according to the portrait, double the manpower, and be sure to find traces of the Imperial Master, but remember not to publicize it or disturb the people's livelihood."

The gatekeeper outside the car clasped his fists and saluted: "No!"

Then Zhangorang sat back in the car and cursed softly.

"What a bunch of idiots! If I were to look for you, I would be able to spot you in the crowd with just one glance!"

Little did he know that when the conceited Zhang Wulang said this, Yuan Tiangang was leading a donkey into the city next to the vehicle.

The timing was just right.

Yuan Tiangang seemed to know that these people at the door were looking for him again, so Yuan Tiangang found this opportunity himself.

After entering the city without alerting the enemy, Yuan Tiangang took out his first tip bag.

The note was marked with three words: Anle Pavilion.

Yuan Tiangang doesn't know what kind of place this is.

I only know that it is in Chang'an City.

However, how could it be possible to find this place easily in the huge city of Chang'an?
After all, Yuan Tiangang doesn't know whether Anle Pavilion is for eating, playing or doing something else.

Therefore, Yuan Tiangang just searched all the way and didn't see it until night.

After night, Datang became more lively and prosperous.

There are constant hawking sounds on the street, and there are also Xiaoer's on the street promoting their own courtesans.

"New song from Changyin Pavilion! The popular singer sings her heart out! It's so fun to listen to the music and drink tea!"

"Come to my Tianxiang Restaurant for a fine banquet! It can be paired with carefully prepared new dishes!"

The long street was almost crowded with people, and every citizen looked peaceful and happy.

But Yuan Tiangang knew that these were just appearances.

In fact, the prosperity of the people depends on how well the people themselves live, not how well the court does.

As long as the court does not squeeze the people so much in taxation, the people will live a good life on their own.

This makes the imperial court itself dispensable, but if the imperial court is lost, the people will have no purpose.

In short, it is a paradox-like existence.

Yuan Tiangang looked out of place on the busy streets.

Then Yuan Tiangang shook his head and threw his random thoughts behind.

The most important thing now is to focus on the last words of friends. With this in mind, Yuan Tiangang continued to move forward aimlessly.

Until he saw a little girl covered in wounds from a distance, holding up the brothel arch and gesticulating.

The words on the archway seem to say Anle Pavilion.

When he came closer, the little girl was gesticulating with her teeth and claws.

"That man wants to do this to me! I'm not even fifteen years old! Then I will definitely resist!"

"So I did that, and then this, and then he did this, and then I ran, and then he did that!"

Logically speaking, this girl is also a poor child.

After all, at such a young age, he had to survive in this place of brothels and fireworks.

It can basically be concluded that this girl will not be able to escape from going down this road in the future.

But Yuan Tiangang didn't care.

There are many people who are worse off than the little girl.

Even he, Yuan Tiangang, killed too many little girls.

To Yuan Tiangang, these people in front of him are nothing more than a series of numbers.

After all, this has always been the case in the court for nearly a hundred years.

Therefore, Yuan Tiangang didn't feel any sympathy for the child, and just asked lightly.

"Anle Pavilion?"

The little girl quickly held up her sign with a cute look on her face.

But the appearance of injuries all over his body made him look even more pitiful.

Of course, Yuan Tiangang didn't care about it.

"lead the way."

The little girl quickly led the sloppy guest in front of her and walked forward.

After her self-introduction, she finally learned her name: Fan Qiaoer.

Qiaoer is a person who likes to talk. Although what he said was similar to advertising slogans, I still can’t remember it clearly.

"Chang'an Anle Pavilion was rebuilt in the 28th year of Zhenguan. Since its opening, there has been an endless stream of visitors from all over the world, including literati..."

"Who are you, a scholar and a slut? Forget it! Anyway, it just means that you are awesome. You will know after you taste it yourself!"

Yuan Tiangang didn't want to listen to her talk here. He wanted to know the location of Anle Pavilion as soon as possible and bury his friend.

But Yuan Tiangang suddenly discovered that there was a peach petal floating next to the little tiger backpack on the back of the little girl in front of him.

Yuan Tiangang frowned slightly.

Where do the peach blossom petals come from in this hot dog day?

At this time, Mr. Qiaoer stopped and pointed at the magnificence in front of him.

"Master! We are here!"

Yuan Tiangang followed her pause and looked over, and saw the so-called Anle Pavilion in front of him.

When he saw the little girl, Yuan Tiangang was mentally prepared.

But when I found out that this was the brothel fireworks place, I still couldn't believe it.

Not only Yuan Tiangang was puzzled, but the prostitute teacher outside the video was also unable to bear it.

"Why do you, Li Chunfeng, bury yourself here?"

"When you feel bored living below the ground level, why don't you listen to the squeaking of other people's beds?"

There are many different discussions in the chat group.

[I think it’s not simple. The peach petals seem to be a foreshadowing, after all, it’s summer. 】

[So it was Li Chunfeng who guided Yuan Tiangang here? But for what? 】

[Don’t forget, Li Chunfeng is the Taishan Beidou in the fortune-telling world, the originator! 】

[Then he is giving directions to his good friend Yuan Tiangang? 】

[But...what does it mean to give directions to a brothel? Let Yuan Tiangang, who has struggled all his life, enjoy it? 】

(End of this chapter)