A Sword to the Tang Code

Within Changan City, a mid-sized inn stood in the middle of a quiet alley. The crowd was rather sparse on that alley.

However, the inn's business was booming—it was famous for the plum wine they served.

At that moment, there were two silhouettes seated in the inn. They faced each other in the window seat, admiring the yellow blossoms in the autumn rain. The table before them had peanuts and marinated chicken feet.

The duo ate and drank merrily.

Cui Cheng ordered the plum wine for Lu Taixuan. Lu Taixuan took a sip and groaned.

"This old inn's plum wine is the best. Old Cui, when was the last time we drank together? Sixteen years ago?"

Lu Taixuan's eyes were squinty as he spoke through a mild haze of inebriation.