Time is like this. In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed. A lot of things can happen in half a month, and nothing can happen. In addition to a riot half a month ago, Miaocheng has been peaceful for half a month. At least, there is nothing remarkable. Of course, if there is anything to talk about, there is one person from the city Lord's office Young master Fang, who surnamed Fang, would wear a gorgeous Royal robe and ride a beautiful white horse every day to walk among the big brothels in Miaocheng, where all the flowers, Mingyan tower, zuixianfang and meirenju became his frequent...