Ningxiang Hall, in the east backyard, in the room of the Holy Maiden of the Tianhe Sect.

"Master... Is it really you, Master! ”

"Alright, alright... I haven't seen you for many years, why am I still surprised... Hmph~ I miss this seat~"

"Yes! … Whining... Master..."

"Tsk, what are you crying about..."

……

Just listening to the conversation in the room, there is undoubtedly some warm scene of mother-daughter reunion.

It's just that because the voices of "mother" and "daughter" seem to be completely reversed, the "mother" is a little milky and immature, and the voice of "daughter" is relatively crisp, so it will feel quite discordant.

……

"Master, I saw you last time I was still a beautiful girl, why now..."

"Isn't this seat beautiful now!"

"Meimeimei~Master is always beautiful from head to toe~"

"Hmph... Forget about the feet, no matter how beautiful they are, it's useless, and it's not some pervert..."

"Huh? What? ”

"No... Nothing..."

……

At the door of the east courtyard, Qin Lang looked at the flickering candlelight in the room and the mother and daughter... Belch... The figures of the master and apprentice, one big and one small, actually feel quite warm.

Wandering the rivers and lakes, what is really rare is often not anecdotes, but seemingly ordinary family reunions and lovers staying together.

Qin Lang didn't disturb their master and apprentice, and silently walked to the room in his west courtyard.

“？”

Passing by the small bamboo forest, Qin Lang saw an acquaintance sitting in front of the stone table, holding his chin with one hand, staring at the bright moon in the sky, a little stunned.

"It's cool at night, doesn't Miss Wenyue go back to the room to rest?"

"Qin Gongzi?"

Wen Yue turned her head in astonishment, and then chuckled:

"It turns out that Qin Gongzi also has times when he is confused."

"Huh?"

Qin Lang sat down opposite her:

"What's the confusion?"

"It's the time for the Ning Xiang Pavilion to do business at night, how can Wen Yue rest?"

"It's also huh..."

Qin Lang smiled innocently:

"But I see that you have a good relationship with the steward, are you applying for rest now? Same as Zhuo Beibei? ”

"Male... Childe, you..."

Wen Yue was shocked, how could she be the same as Zhuo Beibei, Zhuo Beibei was only because of broken melons...

Huh?!

Childe, he also wants to... Want to break your own melon?

"Qin... Qin Gongzi! ”

"Huh? … At! ”

Qin Lang didn't know what was going on, the Wenyue girl in front of her suddenly stood up, her lips were pursed, her face was red, but there was a resolute and unyielding look between her eyebrows and eyes:

"Wen Yue was abandoned by her parents since she was a child, and she was picked up by the Ning Xiang Pavilion, and she has been a Qing Qi person since she was a child..."

“？”

"It's not that Wen Yue thinks of herself as high, but it all depends on the pity of the owner's sister, so whether it is accompanying the wine and singing and leading the dance, Wen Yue has never even let a man touch it..."

“？？？”

"Although... Although Qin Gongzi was indeed different from the men Wen Yue had seen before, but..."

"Stop, stop."

Qin Lang interrupted her by holding her forehead:

"Girl, there's something about it, in fact, I wanted to say it last time you called Zhuo Beibei to serve me..."

"What's the matter?"

"It's your little brain... Sometimes, is the imagination or associative ability too strong? ”

"Imagine..."

Wen Yue really likes to think, but she is also smart, as soon as Qin Lang said it, she immediately reacted:

"Difficult... Could it be that Wen Yue misunderstood her son? Childe didn't want to break Wenyue's melon? ”

"Broken... What? ”

Qin Lang couldn't cry or laugh:

"What kind of melon, pumpkin and winter melon? Isn't it fragrant when boiled into soup? Why break it? ”

"Childe is laughing at me again..."

Also pumpkin winter melon...

Aren't the melons of Wenyue more fragrant than these...

Wen Yue pouted slightly, feeling that Qin Lang was deliberately pretending to be stupid, not to mention herself, at least Zhuo Beibei's melon, Qin Lang must have felt fragrant.

In fact, Qin Lang was made by Wen Yue's words, and a certain sect master's little white melon really appeared in his mind, so he quickly shook his head and shook off this inexplicable thought, and changed the topic:

"Since Miss Wenyue, you didn't take leave, why didn't you pick up guests?"

"Hmm... Actually, the steward saw that I was injured, just..."

"Hurt?"

Qin Lang frowned:

"Someone making trouble again?"

"No, the Tianhe Sect Master appeared during the day, and everyone in Jingzhou Mansion is talking about it now, who dares to make trouble."

Wen Yue said, revealing a finger that was covered with a strip of cloth:

"The owner of the pavilion asked the girls of the Ningxiang Pavilion to learn the piano, I was too stupid, the strings scratched my hand, so I can only wait for tomorrow to continue."

"Will tomorrow be okay?"

Wen Yue has no martial arts, thin skin and tender meat, Qin Lang doesn't think this mouth will be good tomorrow.

"It's almost enough, the main thing is to hurry up and keep up with the pace of Listening to Yuxuan, otherwise..."

Wen Yue said as she spoke, her eyes a little gloomy:

“… There are rumors in the hall that if the Ning Xiang Pavilion is suppressed by Tingyu Xuan like this again, it may only be able to reduce the proportion of some Qingqi people..."

“……”

Reducing the proportion of Qing people is not a disguised "forcing good people to become prostitutes" inside the Ning Xiang Pavilion?

Qin Lang believed that the Tianhe Sect was able to accept so many displaced and hard-working women at the beginning, and now it is impossible for the Ning Xiang Pavilion to do such a thing.

It really reached a certain point, it may be that the building is demolished and dismissed, and the power of the Condensing Incense Pavilion and the Tianhe Sect has been greatly reduced.

At that time, the girls will just take all these years of savings to find another way, and it will not be like in the past, because of the war, it is a matter of life and death.

Of course, if he could, Qin Lang obviously wouldn't let the Ning Xiang Pavilion go down.

"This qin, in fact, is not in a hurry to learn, and there is no need to deliberately imitate the routine of listening to Yuxuan, Wen Yue, you are like this, call the hall master to the saint's room, about the future development of the Ning Xiang Pavilion, I have some suggestions I want to tell her."

"Okay son."

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The owner of the Ningxiang Pavilion is named Wen Xue.

Qin Lang suspected that Wen Yue's name should have been given by her after she was picked up by the Ning Xiang Pavilion.

Wen Xue is a woman who looks more beautiful than You's, but her temperament is not as "fairy" as You's Tingyuxuan's.

To put it bluntly, I don't know how to pretend.

And this point, after Qin Lang compared the girls on both sides of Tingyuxuan and Ningxiang Pavilion, he found that it was a common phenomenon.

……

"Pavilion Master Wen, now everyone knows the situation of the Ning Xiang Pavilion, seeing that Pavilion Master Wen is also actively trying to change and survive, can you tell the Holy Maiden and me your thoughts?"

"Okay."

In Nan Lingyue's room, Wen Yue was still a little nervous in the face of the saint and her male attendant.

However, after a somewhat unexpected glance at Zhuo Beibei, who was sitting on the side of the holy woman's bed and eating a plate of hawthorn cakes, the tension in Wen Yue's heart eased a lot.

After all, even a small handyman can observe, and I feel that this occasion is not so solemn.

"In recent years, guests have become more and more fond of girls with 'connotation', in this regard, whether it is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting or poetry and songs, Tingyuxuan has always been far ahead, so I thought, the girls of our Ningxiang Pavilion are not stupid, if they practice diligently in this area, and then the decoration will also rely on the style of Tingyuxuan, so as to cater to the current tastes of guests..."

"Hmm..."

Nan Lingyue nodded while listening, but his little face twisted, and he found that Qin Lang was shaking his head while listening.

"Qin Lang, is there any problem?"

"Yes."

Qin Lang's serious gaze inadvertently fell on the snow-white neckline of the Wen Xue Pavilion Master:

"And it's big..."

(End of chapter)