Li Chenan took the account book and put it on the table, only then did he notice the strange look on Yang Sixian's face.

He looked at Wen Xiaowan again, thinking that Yang Sixian's old thing was okay, so he smiled:

"Old Yang, she is the shopkeeper of the Ning Xiang Pavilion. ”

Yang Sixian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not respond to Li Chen'an's words, but asked Wen Xiaowan:

"Is it okay to cook Mr. Rain?"

Mr. Boiling Rain is Wen Boiling Rain, the former owner of this Boiling Rain Xiaozhu, was killed in a night ten years ago, and Boiling Rain Xiaozhu fell into the hands of the Guangling Branch of the Fish Dragon Society.

Wen Xiaowan sighed in her heart, but there was a trace of doubt on her face.

She looked at Yang Sixian, and there was a glint of hatred hidden in the depths of her eyes.

"What Mr. Boiled Rain?"

Yang Sixian's eyebrows raised slightly, "Where are you from?"

"The little woman is from Hejian County, Yongzhou. ”

"Oh, like, the more you look at it, the more it looks!"

“...... Dare to ask the old gentleman, what is it like?"

Yang Sixian's eyebrows stretched, he retracted his gaze, and picked up the teacup, "It's nothing, when I saw you, I remembered an old man." ”

"Oh," Wen Xiaowan also retracted her gaze, landed on the account book that Li Chen'an opened, and whispered: "After having the peach blossom brew, the business of the Ning Xiang Pavilion is much better. ”

"The guests made a request, and the slave thought it was wonderful. ”

"What request?"

"The picture screen spring is also sold in limited quantities in the incense hall. ”

Li Chenan shook his head, "The tavern has not been open for the past few days, and the output of the painting screen spring is too low, so I have to save some and ask this old man to take it to Kyoto." ”

"It's very useful, it's more useful than putting it in the incense hall and giving it to those people to drink. ”

"Oh, okay, the other thing is that if Childe is free, can he write two lyrics for the Ningxiang Pavilion? After all, the guests who sing "Butterfly Loves Flowers" every day are a little tired of listening to it. ”

Li Chen'an laughed, "Okay, I'll write two poems for you before I go to Kyoto." ”

"Gongzi Xie!"

At this time, Yang Sixian opened his mouth to say a word, but he didn't ask for Li Chen'an's poems, "The old man is going to leave for Kyoto early tomorrow morning, when will you leave?"

"I have to wait a few more days...... Why don't you stay in Guangling for a few more days?"

"The mission is complete, there are still some things to do in Kyoto, we have to go first. ”

"Okay! The boy will send someone to send the painting screen spring here!"

......

......

This night, Li Chenan did not stay in Boiling Rain Xiaozhu to accompany Yang Sixian.

The task has been completed, and Yang Sixian doesn't need to be suspicious of him anymore, so Li Chenan went to the Ning Xiang Pavilion.

It was still early, and Wen Xiaowan hadn't gone to the private room of the Ning Xiang Pavilion yet.

She lives in a two-story building in the backyard of the Ning Xiang Pavilion.

On the second floor, there is a small one, a red candle, and a pot of freshly brewed tea.

Li Chenan was lying lazily opposite Wen Xiaowan, he couldn't take his eyes off Wen Xiaowan's very beautiful face, and Wen Xiaowan's face was slightly red, and it became more and more moving.

She raised her head, and there was a flood of autumn water in her eyes:

"I'm a Qingqi person, you, if you have an idea, I don't mind giving it to you. ”

Li Chenan suddenly felt a heat in his abdomen, and then he felt the smell of dry firewood.

After all, at the age of seventeen, after all, he is still a chick in this world.

"I don't ask you to give me any name, anyway, this body will have to be handed over to someone sooner or later, you are good, you are good at poetry and articles, and people are still attractive. ”

It's the day of July.

Wen Xiaowan was wearing a red gauze skirt.

The night breeze entered the window, blowing the cluster of flames of the red candle and Wen Xiaowan's gauze skirt, so the mountains loomed faintly.

Coupled with the graceful tea smoke in the wind, there seems to be a mist rising between the mountains, which is more and more profound 🛕 and mysterious.

The scenery is truly limitless.

The corners of Li Chen'an's mouth curled, and he was still half-lying on the recliner, with a playful look in his eyes, and Wen Xiaowan's face was even redder and brighter.

"I didn't come to you for that. ”

Wen Xiaowan glared at Li Chen'an, "What is that for?"

"That old man's name is Yang Sixian. ”

The blush on Wen Xiaowan's face gradually faded, and she poured Li Chenan a cup of tea, "I know." ”

"You have a grudge against him?"

“...... Hatred of the heavens!"

"I'm here to tell you that don't do anything to him tomorrow when he leaves Guangling City!"

Wen Xiaowan's hand holding the teapot stiffened, and she looked at Li Chenan, "Why?"

"That old thing is very cunning, he deliberately said that he would leave early tomorrow morning, just because he wanted you to throw yourself into the net!"

"He will definitely arrange everything, if you go, believe me, you will live better than die!"

Wen Xiaowan put down the teapot and was silent for a long time, "It's been eleven years, and I've been waiting for him in the Ningxiang Pavilion for five years!"

"He finally arrived in Guangling City, if he didn't take this opportunity to kill him...... I'm afraid I'll have to wait many more years. ”

"I'm afraid that he will die of old age, and then I will not be able to take revenge in my life. ”

Li Chenan shook his head, "Stupid!"

"Leave Qingshan without worrying about running out of firewood, rather than going to death in vain, it is better to find another opportunity. ”

Wen Xiaowan suddenly laughed, and her face bloomed like a flower, and Li Chen'an's heart trembled violently.

She stood up, walked behind Li Chen'an, stretched out two pink hands and landed on Li Chen'an's shoulders.

She gently pinched Li Chen'an's shoulder, and said softly: "Then you give me an excuse not to kill myself!"

Excuse?

That is to give her a hope to live!

What kind of hope can make her let go of her hatred for a while, and even not think about it?

There is a way, but Li Chenan is not ready!

He has real feelings for Zhongli Ruoshui, but for Wen Xiaowan, it's not because of Wen Xiaowan's current identity as an Oiran, but that he just admires this body.

Men can pin their emotions on a woman, but they like to plow other people's land.

So Li Chenan couldn't give Wen Xiaowan that hope.

The movements of Wen Xiaowan's hands became slower and slower until she stopped.

She stood in front of Li Chen'an and took a deep breath, "I know I'm not worthy. ”

"Not ......"

"Of course, Miss Third is your best match, don't worry!"

"I like you, since after hearing those poems of yours, from listening to the old man on Peach Blossom Island highly praise you. ”

"It's a bit inexplicable, and I think it's incredible. ”

"Don't talk about it, I promise you won't go tomorrow...... You go to bed and lie down!"

Li Chenan was relieved, but was taken aback 🤲 by her last sentence-

Lying in bed?

Of course he didn't mind.

She didn't mind!

Isn't that right?

So, he got up from the recliner and unbuttoned his clothes in a hurry.

Wen Xiaowan opened her mouth in astonishment, "No, what do you want?!"

“...... Didn't you tell me to go to bed and lie down?"

"yes, do you have to do something else while lying down?"

"Then what are you doing in bed?"

“...... I'll give you a thump on the back!...... Don't even think about it!"