People came and went, all with pleasant expressions. Not far from the city gate, in a tavern, the wine flags fluttered in the wind. At a table by the door sat two swordsmen in dull gray clothes, drinking spirits from the Western Regions.
Below the wine flags, a woman dressed in thin silk and colorful satin danced, her slender waist exposed as she spun, her garments like clouds and mist. It was the Huxuan Dance of the Western Regions. Nangong Wumeng watched the alluring figure of the woman and the exposed belly on the avenue, her face red with embarrassment.
"No, shameless."
Li Guanyi sighed. Nangong Wumeng's defenses were too low.
So everyone dispersed. Batuer and the others went to buy goods. Changsun Wuchou, experienced, went to prepare necessary items for traveling in the Western Regions, preferably buying goods that a caravan should have.
Pan Wanxiu went to inspect the city.
Gongsun Huaizhi went to look at the mechanisms on the city gate.
