The rain from last night did not cease until this morning.
Bianjing’s Tanzi Stone Street gradually grew lively. A fortune teller sat under a straw canopy reading fortunes for customers, while a man carrying bamboo baskets sat on the lake steps to rest. A waiter kindly brought him a steamed bun, and not far away, several people sat by the windows of Fanlou, drinking wine, laughing, and chatting.
After the Qiqiao Festival, the crowds were not as bustling as they had been that day. At this moment, the Furong Courtyard within the First Prince’s Estate was particularly crowded with servants.
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