Qin Shang didn't show up again for a whole day.

Zixi guessed his whereabouts in his heart, but he didn't care too much.

The number one master beside the master of the Nine Pavilions, even if he sneaks down the mountain, there must be someone to follow him secretly to protect his safety, and the power of the Nine Pavilions is all over the world, he should be handling affairs in a certain branch of the Nine Pavilions at this time.

At lunchtime, Murong Liufeng came over, said a simple greeting, and went back to his own affairs.

The Murong family has a big business, and he, the housekeeper, is not only majestic on the surface, but also has a lot of things waiting for him to do, and there is almost no time to spare.

Especially after Zixi came.

cut off the grain and grass for the imperial army and transferred back the manpower sent abroad, many things need to be arranged by him later, and there must be an explanation from the imperial court, which is not a problem that Murong Rin can solve with a single order.

So they were all very busy, and even the time to come to visit Murong Xi was squeezed out.

But it's okay, it's just that there was a war during this time, and it will be easier to wait for this time to finish, and it will really start at the end of the year.

As night fell, the atmosphere in the Red Mansion became more and more intense.

The dignitaries in brocade and jade robes walked into the building one after another, holding the slender waist of a pink-clothed beauty with their left hand, and touching the little face of a green-clothed beauty with their right hand, hugging left and right, so happy.

The melodious sound of silk and bamboo sounded, and the chant of the beauty was low and tactful, which was tempting.

In the private room on the second floor, Qinglian, the top girl in the Red Mansion, played the piano so much that her fingers hurt, and she couldn't tell if she was bitter.

The song was played one after another, and the tea cup in front of the red-clothed man sitting in front of the window was renewed one after another, and the delicacies prepared in the building were also served one after another.

Can......

But this is the Qinglou.

It's not a teahouse restaurant, this son was born handsome and unparalleled, looking like a gentle and noble son who came out of the painting, Qinglian, who was originally resting in the room, was full of anger when she was forced to come here, but after seeing this son, the anger quickly dissipated, leaving only a heart deer to collide.

But Ren is so affectionate, after playing the song non-stop for most of the day, his patience is gone.

The boy didn't even look at her, and kept staring out the window.

Will the pedestrians, cars, and horses outside the window look better than her?

She played so fast that her delicate fingers wore out, and the pain came one after another, but he regarded this place as a teahouse, only drinking tea, eating and listening to music?

Qinglian was depressed like she had never felt before.

Then thinking that Qi Gongzi would come later, I couldn't help but feel more and more depressed.

Qi Gongzi told her that he would come to her tonight, but when he came later, he found that he had already picked up other guests, what should he do if he was furious?

The most important thing is that this son clearly ordered her, but he treated her as air from beginning to end.

Qinglian has never been so aggrieved.

After playing the song, her fingers couldn't bear it, and she couldn't help but say aggrievedly: "Childe......"

As if he hadn't heard it, Qin Sheng stared out the window quietly, admiring the lights of thousands of homes in Los Angeles at night.

After a long while, he suddenly came back to his senses and turned his head: "Finished playing?" ”

"It's over." Qinglian nodded gently, and when she finished speaking, she seemed to be worried that the man in red would open her mouth to let her continue playing, and said weakly, "Childe wants to stay overnight tonight?" ”

A normal man must have stayed overnight after clicking on the first card.

But this boy came in the morning, and he wouldn't waste a day and a night here.