Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze

Lu Ting, the Right Capital Guardian Bureau.

A lone rider, covered in dust, galloped furiously to the front gates of the Right Capital Guardian Bureau and dismounted swiftly.

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The gatekeeping warrior immediately stepped forward with his hand on his sword to ask questions, but before he could speak, the visitor pulled out a silver badge inscribed with "Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner" from his waist and flashed it before the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeping warrior immediately bowed respectfully: "Greetings, my lord."

The visitor put away his badge: "Where might Fang, Fang Ke be?"

The gatekeeping warrior: "My lord, Fang Ke is currently on duty."

The visitor strode towards the gate with urgency: "Lead me to Fang Ke promptly. I have a matter of utmost urgency to report to him immediately... "

The gatekeeping warrior hurried after the visitor: "Please allow this lowly one to inform... "

The visitor gasped for air: "It concerns Lord Yang from your house."

The gatekeeping warrior immediately turned around, grabbed the reins of the still-breathing horse by the steps: "Quick, my lord, mount the horse, this humble one will lead you to Fang Ke!"

The visitor: ...

The gatekeeping warrior smacked his thigh: "What are you waiting for? Get on the horse, we don’t have so many rules at the Right Capital Guardian Bureau!"

The visitor: ’You’re lying, you just said you needed to notify first!’

Despite his hesitation, the gatekeeping warrior had already pulled the visitor by the stirrup and forcefully pushed him in front of the strong horse.

The visitor had no choice but to awkwardly mount the strong horse, while the gatekeeping warrior, pulling the bridle, galloped into the gate.

"Clatter clatter clatter..."

Inside the great hall of the sub-chief’s residence, Fang Ke, who had been buried in official work, looked up puzzled towards the door, thinking: ’Who is this reckless fool bringing a horse into the residence...’

"Fang, Fang Ke."

The gatekeeper ran into the residence gasping for air, bowed and said: "A visitor has arrived from home, stating that there is an extremely urgent matter concerning Lord Yang for you!"

Fang Ke immediately set down his brush, stood up, and grabbed the gilt bronze handle dao from the weapon rack, stepping down from the residence: "Inform the first and second squads to assemble immediately, change into civilian clothes, and prepare the horses... We’ve got action!"

"Yes!"

The gatekeeper turned and sprinted away, brushing past the Northern Town Prefectural Hundred who had just tied his horse and entered.

Confused, the Hundred Householder watched the gatekeeper’s receding figure, turning to face Fang Ke below the hall... The prison uniform and gilt bronze handle dao were too recognizable.

"Between our own brothers, no need for such formalities!"

Fang Ke waved his hand to stop the visitor’s bow, carrying the dao and striding towards the gate: "Time is of the essence, let’s talk while we walk!"

The visitor: ???

But Fang Ke didn’t give him a chance to ask, continuing: "Let me guess, Lord Shen had you come ahead, which means this task of bringing Lord Yang in wouldn’t be led by our Guardian bureau. And if it’s not us, then certainly not the Western Factory either. Such a task would obviously not be led by outsiders... That leaves only the Eastern Factory!"

The visitor stared at Fang Ke with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Fang Ke glanced at him, suddenly realized and said: "Oh? Not just that? Also involving the Three Law Departments? Right, Lord Yang after all is our Guardian bureau’s honorary sub-chief, not letting people from Six Fan Gate run some errands can’t keep those idle nobles in court quiet... What are you standing there for? Speak up!"

The visitor touched his face, full of life’s doubts: "Lord asked me to convey to Lord Fang, this action to capture Yang Erlang, a wanted criminal, will be personally overseen by Lord Huang from the Eastern Factory with the imperial command, supervising the Western Factory, Guard Bureau, Ministry of Punishment, The Supervisory Office, and Dali Temple, deploying elite personnel to capture Yang Erlang alive or dead within three months... The men from Eastern Factory should be just behind this humble official, arriving any moment!"

Fang Ke furrowed his brows, rubbed the handle of his dao, and said solemnly: "What did you just say? Repeat it!"

The visitor cleared his throat and repeated the words he was commanded to relay to Fang Ke.

After hearing "Yang Erlang" three times, Fang Ke’s brow relaxed: "Are these Lord Shen’s exact words? Unchanged?"

The visitor nodded: "Unchanged!"

Fang Ke couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips, summoning a warrior: "In our Right Capital Guardian Bureau, our food might just be a bit better than at home... You’ve had a long journey, eat more, and later I’ll throw a feast for you."

After speaking, he walked through a moon gate with his dao.

The next second, a large group of figures dressed in various-colored disordered clothes emerged from both sides, quickly enveloping Fang Ke’s figure.

The visitor, seeing this scene, inexplicably felt goosebumps rise on his skin.

He vigorously rubbed his neck, muttering to himself: ’This Right Capital Guardian Bureau... Why does it feel somewhat sinister!’

...

At mealtime, Yuelai Inn was, as usual, full of guests.

Liu Mang sat in a corner of the front hall, oil dripping from his mouth as he shouted loudly: "Er Niu, bring us another two pounds of pig’s head meat, put it on your new boss’s tab."

A regular guest, upon hearing his shout, chuckled teasingly: "No wonder the young brother doesn’t show himself, with the way you eat, this inn will soon have to be returned to the Liu family."

"Hahaha..."

The diners laughed out loud together.

"What’s wrong with eating his food?"

Liu Mang indignantly banged the bowl with his chopsticks and shouted: "That guy bought the inn and then went off to enjoy his life with Zhang Mazi, Zhang the hero, while our family of three manages the inn without even pay. Eating a few pounds of his pig’s head meat is letting him off easy!"

Towards the end, he himself couldn’t help but laugh.

The diners in the front hall burst into even louder laughter.

The old shopkeeper behind the counter glanced at him and couldn’t help but smile as he bowed his head...