Drunk Time: Night Makeup

In Dayan Capital City, on the busiest street corner, stands a nine-story wooden building. The words "Drunk Time" on the plaque were stained by old grease and became shiny. The wine flag on the first floor is placed sideways in an apricot flower urn. The jade arms in the red gauze tent on the third floor are like a forest, The sound of dice in the gambling hall on the fifth floor continued all night long. But the only person living on the top floor was shopkeeper Shen, who held the wine jar all day long. No one knew that the vermilion door that suddenly appeared and then disappeared four years ago had allowed the empress's sister and three thousand Xuanjia troops to enter. No one even noticed that the waiter had a poison-quenched dagger pinned under his rag, and the singing and dancing girl wore a silver hairpin with a seven-step seal. . . This place has long become the home base of the Empress's dark blade "Yezhuang". When another year of pear blossoms bottomed out, Shen Mu drunkenly glanced at the cobwebs in the corner: "That door... Is about to open again."