Fang Er also said nothing, and led Huzizi into the inner courtyard and into his room.
"Young master, Huzizi dares not anymore, please spare Huzizi!"
As soon as he entered the room, Huzizi knelt before Fang Er with a thud, begging for mercy with a crying voice.
"Get up. When did I say I blamed you? I asked you to come over because I have something for you to do."
Fang Er said, taking out the Viagra without packaging.
"Young master, you really don't blame Huzizi? Then tell me what you need, and Huzizi guarantees to handle it perfectly."
Hearing that Fang Er didn't blame him, Huzizi quickly got up and said with a fawning smile.
"Here, take this little blue pill. Go find a way to deliver one to that Steward Zhang, and have him eat it in front of you. Just say it can make him a man who can perform seven times in one night. Can he do it?"
Fang Er took a pill and handed it to Huzizi.
Huzizi was a little disbelieving.
"This inconspicuous little pill, can the incompetent Steward Zhang become a wolf who can perform seven times in one night?"
"Young master, is this thing really as magical as you say? Then why give it to him? Wouldn't it be better to sell it for money?"
*Slap!*
Fang Er slapped Huzizi on the forehead.
"You don't know anything. If I sell it to him directly, will he believe it? Give him a taste first, and then, hehe, just wait to send silver to this young master!"
"Young master is wise, Huzizi understands, I'll go do it now."
Huzizi took the pill from Fang Er and went out.
Fang Er watched his departing figure with satisfaction and chuckled.
"Hehe, now I don't have to worry about finding buyers for this stuff."
Huzizi left the Fang residence and went to Steward Zhang's house next door.
He had moved in a few days ago, and as long as Fang Er didn't go out, he had almost nothing to do.
So he slowly got familiar with the gatekeeper of Steward Zhang's house.
The gatekeeper of Steward Zhang's house was an old man, also surnamed Zhang. It was said that he was a distant relative of Steward Zhang's.
"Old Master Zhang, is your steward at home?"
Huzizi leaned on the gate of the Zhang family and asked the old gatekeeper, Old Master Zhang.
"Huzizi, who did I think it was? What, not accompanying this old man to chat today, looking for my steward with something?"
Old Zhang leaned against the door, fanning himself with a large fan, and asked Huzizi.
"Hehe, it's not that I heard your steward's health is not good. I stole a great tonic from my young master, which can make a person perform seven times in one night. I thought of having you deliver it to your steward. I'm bringing you credit!"
Huzizi showed the pill in front of Old Master Zhang and said with a lewd smile.
"Just this? A great tonic? Who are you fooling? Don't all great tonics look strange and bizarre?"
Old Master Zhang clearly didn't believe Huzizi's words.
"Hey, you old man don't understand. My young master's things are not ordinary. If you don't believe it, how about we make a bet?"
His words made Huzizi feel underestimated.
His own young master was no simple person. Didn't he see that General Cheng and General Yu Chi were sitting at the same table drinking with his young master? Would his young master cheat a nobody like himself? That was obviously impossible, right?
"Fine, how do we bet?"
Old Master Zhang also became interested.
"Like this, you secretly give this to your master, don't let him know. If your master becomes powerful tonight, then you lose five qian of silver to me. If not, then I lose five qian of silver to you!"
Huzizi took out a silver ingot from his pocket and weighed it in his hand.
"This thing, isn't it poison?"
Old Master Zhang was still a little uneasy.
"Old Master Zhang, are you stupid? Am I going to give you poison in broad daylight to harm your steward? Do our Fang and Zhang families have any enmity? What's the point?"
Huzizi was a little angry, jumping and pointing at Old Master Zhang.
"Okay, it's a deal. Give me the medicine, and I'll personally find a way to have the steward take it during dinner!"
Old Master Zhang snatched the pill from Huzizi's hand.
If he won the bet, he would get money. Even if he lost, his master would surely reward him. By then, he would just say he secretly bought it, and he could still get the money back from his master. No matter how he looked at it, he wouldn't lose. Not betting would be foolish.
"Alright, shall we watch the show together tonight then?"
Huzizi looked at Old Master Zhang, who had accepted the bet, with a lewd smile.
"Go to hell! You still want to peek at my master's conjugal activities? Be careful your dog legs are broken. Come over and have tea with me tonight, and I'll have a maid go and inquire."
Old Master Zhang chuckled and kicked Huzizi.
"Okay, then I'll come back tonight."
Huzizi didn't get angry. He waved at Old Master Zhang and returned to the Fang residence.
Chang'an had a curfew, but it only meant that the gates of each ward were locked. Within the wards, there was no prohibition.
When night came, Huzizi sneaked to the gate of the Zhang family and knocked twice carefully.
*Creak!*
The main door opened a crack. Old Master Zhang's face squeezed out from the crack. Seeing it was Huzizi, he pulled him in and then closed the main door.
"That thing of yours has already been eaten by my master. It's been almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and my master shows no reaction. Heh heh, I'm waiting for you to lose money!"
Old Master Zhang put his arm around Huzizi's shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Wait a little longer."
Huzizi pushed Old Master Zhang away with some disgust.
"What did this old man eat tonight? It stinks so bad."
Old Master Zhang wasn't angry. He returned to the gatehouse, sat down on the bed with a smile, and looked at Huzizi.
Most gatehouses were simple, with just a bed and a table.
Huzizi didn't go inside, but leaned against the doorframe.
The two chatted idly, talking about this and that.
After a while, a young servant ran out from the courtyard.
He meticulously recounted the scenes he saw and heard from outside the window. After he finished, he shyly covered his lower body.
Hearing the young servant's words, Old Master Zhang jumped up from the bed and looked at Huzizi in disbelief.
"Is that thing of yours really as powerful as you say?"
"Of course, of course! I told you, my young master's things, how could they be ordinary!"
Huzizi pretended to be calm, gave Old Master Zhang a sideways glance, pulled him aside, and sat on his bed.
"Just wait, your steward is probably busy tonight."
After saying that, Huzizi leaned back on Old Master Zhang's bed and stopped talking.
Huzizi and Old Master Zhang looked at each other.
Suddenly, Old Master Zhang kicked the messenger boy: "Why are you still standing there? Go to the inner courtyard and keep watch. If anything happens, come and report it immediately."
At this point, Old Master Zhang suddenly felt a pang of regret for his five qian of silver.
This was his monthly salary.
In the inner courtyard.
Xiao Lian, a maid in Steward Zhang's house, was also a concubine maid.
She guarded the door.
Listening to the commotion from inside.
"It's never been this intense before!"
She was both surprised and a little expectant.
Until an hour later.
She finally couldn't help it.
Lifting her slightly sore and weak legs.
She pushed open the door and walked in.