"Are you a virgin?" A very funny question, Xiao Tianming asked a serious question, and a question that should not be asked, but Xiao Tianming asked it as a matter of course.

"Yes!" Although Murong Xuan replied very neatly, a touch of red still flew to his face. shallow, but more delicate.

Xiao Tianming was indescribably satisfied with Murong Xuan's answer. Concise and neat, and more importantly, the answer is very correct.

"Before I came to Tianyi Pavilion, did we meet before?" Xiao Tianming then threw out a second question.

"Yes!" Murong Xuan nodded, her answer still so neat and concise.

Xiao Tianming's third question: "Why am I here?"

Why are you here? Because you're a tenant in this house, and there's a bedroom in this house that has been rented to you.

This answer was correct and still concise, but Murong Xuan would never answer like this. If Murong Xuan answered like this, then she would not be Murong Xuan. More importantly, Xiao Tianming didn't ask about this. Xiao Tianming generally doesn't do things that he asks knowingly.

"If you want to know the answer to this question, you have to listen to a story first. Murong Xuan said to Xiao Tianming.

"If I can know the answer, I can listen to you tell you all night. Xiao Tianming said.

"The story took place twelve years ago, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I was not yet eight years old. Murong Xuan's words were like a pebble hitting the calm and picturesque water. Murong Xuan's thoughts suddenly flew to that unforgettable day.

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Children whose mothers died early seem to be sensible very early. Murong Xuan is definitely a sensible girl at a very young age. By the time she was five years old, Murong Xuan had already read a lot of books and could write a lot of words, and by the time she was six years old, Murong Xuan had already learned to make white fungus lotus seed soup. Every night, she would make a bowl of white fungus lotus seed soup for Murong Tian, her father, and bring it to him. Murong Tian took it excitedly, and then ate it carefully, thousands of times more careful than eating delicacies from the mountains and seas. When she was seven years old, Murong Xuan had already begun to read some documents sent to her under Murong Tian's teaching, and learned to control her smile......

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day of family reunion, but Murong Xuan no longer has a home. Three months ago, Murong Xuan's closest person in this world, Murong Tian, suddenly fell ill and died. How can a person who has no parents have a home?

Murong Xuan has many hobbies, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is proficient in all of them. Among them, travel is one of Murong Xuan's hobbies. Traveling is a good thing. In addition to being able to gain a lot of useful knowledge, you can also regulate your mood. Usually, people who are in a bad mood go out for a walk and feel better. Therefore, Murong Xuan decided to go out for a walk.

I didn't go to the famous mountain area, and I didn't go to the places of interest. Murong Xuan, who was less than eight years old, came to an "unknown" mountain accompanied by her personal maid Qin Niang, who was fifteen years older than her. This one has a name, and the name is "unknown".