The painted boat beside Yuxian Tower was untethered once more.
Pei Yunmeng helped Lu Tong onto the boat.
Fearing that Lu Tong would get seasick, the two didn't call for the oarsman, letting the painted boat drift by the shore. Even so, floating on the river was much more interesting than sitting idly in Yuxian Tower watching the rain.
The painted boats under Yuxian Tower varied in size. The larger ones were usually for high officials and nobles to hold night banquets, while the smaller ones were for the refined scholars to brew wine onboard.
The boat chosen by Pei Yunmeng was somewhat smaller, a black flat boat with lotus carvings at the prow. Inside were turquoise curtains, a meal spread out, as though a banquet on water, amidst countless drooping willows and a misty drizzle.
Lu Tong, holding onto the railing, sat down in front of a small table. As soon as she was settled, a bright red string of candied hawthorns appeared before her eyes.
