"As winter comes and snow blankets all,
My lord endures, my heart does fall,
With earnest love, does he perceive,
Another chamber will I weave."
The phonograph finished its song, and with steam, Hong Ying's face turned bright red, "You wretch, why didn't you sing along with me?"
Hong Ying retorted angrily, "After attending to him all night, going up and then down, and now I'm supposed to sing for his pleasure, too? What do I owe him?"
"You wretch, serving your own man, and you feel wronged? Sing with me, sing louder, or it's a hundred Military Stick lashes! I'll beat you to death, you wretch!"
...
Amidst their quarreling, Li Banfeng fell into a deep sleep, and it lasted three days.
After three days, Li Banfeng woke up, looked at the Month Plate, and asked Meng De, "What time is it now?"
"Sir, it's a quarter past midnight."
It was a quarter past midnight, when Xiaoyao Lodge was at its liveliest.
