The night is dark. The downstairs of binrugui inn is still bright with lights. The less women who dance, the crazier the drunk friars are. Now, it's not a matter of throwing a stone to see, but who gives more stones. Tonight, you can take the dancers overnight.

in the dark outside the inn, there was a figure shaking, and a voice snorted coldly: "these women, I don't want to give them away. They would rather eat a mouthful of peaches than a basket of rotten apricots."

another voice said, "those are real people who build foundations. They can only play with this kind of goods."

then a low voice...