Xueyuelou is now open for business.

Even though it is the rainy season, the number of tourists has not decreased at all. Those young men who were complaining about the annoying rainy day just a moment ago felt as if they had eaten candied fruit after entering the building, and their faces were filled with spring sunshine.

"Master Yan is here! Master Yan is here!"

An actress who was greeting guests at the door saw Yan Jingchen and couldn't help shouting, which made the people in the building look at her and made the entire Xueyue Tower pause for a moment.

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Mother Lu hurriedly came up and said flatteringly: "King Muhuai, what gust of wind brought you here? Why didn't you come to listen to music last night?"

Yan Jingchen did not answer, but asked directly: "Where is Miss Su?"

Mother Lu's enthusiasm was immediately extinguished, "This..."

"Is there anything wrong with me coming here to check on my sister's condition?" Yan Jingchen smiled.

Mother Lu was startled. There seemed to be nothing wrong with this. But even if it was wrong, what more could she dare to say?

"Yun Xin is in her room at the moment. Do you want me to arrange a private room for you and let her sing a song for you?" Mother Lu rolled her eyes and then asked.

"No, I'll go directly to her wing." Yan Jingchen threw out a thick bag of silver and threw it into Mother Lu's arms. Then, under the envious eyes of a group of actresses, he stepped onto the steps.

Su Nansheng was still sitting in front of the window, looking across the Qinhuai River at the silent imperial city. Suddenly, she heard the door being opened, and a voice sounded along with the opening of the door: "Miss Su."

"King Mu Huai." Su Nansheng recognized the master's voice immediately and replied calmly: "I am ill, so I can't salute you. Please forgive me."

Yan Jingchen put down the Muhuai Sword, sat down, and poured himself some fresh tea, "How are your injuries?"

"There is still blood congestion." Su Nansheng replied softly.

Yan Jingchen's hand holding the pot to pour tea suddenly froze. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at the teacups that were untouched and half filled with tea, "Gongsun Xiaolouzhu, have you seen it?"

"The descendants of the peerless dancer Gongsun Auntie have come to Xueyue Tower. As the first beauty of Xueyue Tower, I should fulfill my duties as the landlord of Xueyue Tower."

Yan Jingchen smiled slightly and brought the tea cup to his lips, "So, have you seen that wedding card?"

Su Nansheng was stunned and hesitated, "I've seen it before..."

"Then, you should have seen the handwriting on this marriage letter." Yan Jingchen took a sip of cold tea.

Su Nansheng's figure trembled and finally stopped talking.

Yan Jingchen suddenly smiled softly and said, "It was Yan who was abrupt. Yan came to the building today just to take a look at the cause of Miss Su's illness on behalf of his sister, and to talk about an old friend. Miss Su

No need to be so nervous."

"I understand, Master Yan, don't worry about it." Su Nansheng said apologetically: "I was really rude just now."

Yan Jingchen took another sip of tea and changed the subject: "It is said that you have been waiting for a Wudang Taoist priest for five years?"

Su Nansheng nodded slowly: "We are following an agreement."

"That is really an enviable story," Yan Jingchen praised: "A Taoist priest who has never entered the world of mortals and a charming singer can have such a good relationship."

"Swords and avenues can lead to the mortal world; rhyme and romance can also lead to loneliness. As long as two people are happy, there is nothing to worry about." When Su Nansheng mentioned this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and a few notes came from her

The strings of the pipa in his hand jumped out gently.

Yan Jingchen suppressed a sneer: "But I once heard from my sister that that man made a five-year vow with the girl. It seems that the period of the agreement passed just yesterday."

After Su Nansheng played a few strings of notes, he gently put down the pipa and took out a soft sword from the cushion at the back. The sword was as white as the moon, with several beautiful auspicious clouds carved on it. The moonlight from outside shone in and shone brightly.

The cloud-patterned soft sword in Su Nansheng's hand lit up with a sword light as brilliant and bright as the bright moon, reflecting in the depths of Su Nansheng's beautiful eyes.

The eyes that had always been dull now seemed to embrace a pool of stars.

Su Nansheng raised his eyes beyond the sword light, shook his head slowly, but said nothing.

Looking at Su Nansheng's beautiful eyes, Yan Jingchen suddenly laughed, his smile was extremely cold, and the atmosphere suddenly became frozen.

Su Nansheng's expression did not change.

After a while, Yan Jingchen felt the spring breeze blowing on his face again, and his expression returned to normal: "Well, Yan has one more thing to ask the girl."

Su Nansheng said: "The slave family is willing to hear the details."

Yan Jingchen asked with a smile: "Since the girl has seen the handwriting on the wedding invitation, how about you evaluate the handwriting?"

Su Nansheng was stunned for a moment, "She is delicate and gentle, very much like...it was written by an old friend."

Yan Jingchen said: "Are you still doubting whether it looks like it or not? If I say that this copybook is indeed written by an old friend, how will the girl feel?"

"..." Su Nansheng's eyes dimmed and she stopped talking, the pipa string tightened around Qianqian's fingers.

Yan Jingchen asked: "You have your Taoist priest, but have you ever thought about what will happen to your sister if she is still alive in the world? Which young master will she meet? She can also marry someone.

The young master bows once to the high hall and then to heaven and earth, and holds on to his son until his hair turns gray!"

Su Nansheng stood up suddenly and lost her voice: "This person has passed away... Why are you mentioning Xiaowei!?"

"I'm just reminding the girl not to forget!" Yan Jingchen's face turned red. "I still remember that my sister was still chanting your name before she died. Her body was covered with swords left by those dog Taoist priests in Wudang.

Hen! She, as well as my father and brother, all died because of you!"

Su Nansheng suddenly felt a fishy sweetness rushing up her throat, and she whimpered, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She took a few small steps back and fell back on the chair.

Yan Jingchen looked at Su Nansheng's embarrassed appearance and laughed, like a soft wind blowing on his face. Different from the ferocious look that had just been pressing closer, now he looked like a graceful and handsome prince.

But anyone who listens and observes carefully can hear or see that Yan Jingchen smiled very deliberately, as if he was hiding something.

"Sir, it's better to stay in a hotel."

"Stay in the hotel." Gongsun Shi shook the rain off his umbrella.

The waiter weighed the money in his hand and looked at Luo Feiyu with a smile, "Then, for this guest, do you want to be a top-notch guest or stay in the hotel?"

Luo Feiyu was both rogue and serious: "I don't want to pay for staying in a hotel. I'll just stay in the same room as this girl."

"Okay." The waiter showed a lewd smile and ran away.

Gongsun Shiling was surprised and confused, "What do you want to do?"

Luo Feiyu whispered in Gongsun Shilian's ear mysteriously: "If it's convenient for you to get up in the middle of the night and you can't find the hut, I can also show you the way..."

"Go away." Gongsun Shilian's face turned red with embarrassment. He turned around and threw a piece of broken silver towards Luo Feiyu, "Go and get a guest room yourself, and don't come to try to trick me, Jiangmo Sword. This little money,

This is my reward for leading me today."

Gongsun Shiliu stepped onto the stairs, yawning every three steps. Luo Feiyu just stood there motionless and watched the figure disappear at the top of the stairs.

"Staff." Luo Feiyu raised his hand and took off the straw hat hanging on the wall.

"What's the matter?" The waiter ran over excitedly, but his smile gradually solidified, and he suddenly shuddered.

He saw Luo Feiyu's eyes that were so cold that they could kill.

"Bring me two jars of wine, and lend me a table and a stool." Luo Feiyu put the piece of silver in the waiter's hand.

Although the waiter stretched out his hand reflexively and took the piece of silver, his legs could not stop trembling.

Luo Feiyu glanced at the deserted inn and said, "It's already getting late, so no customers will come. Let's close early."

"Customer... guest sir." The waiter said hesitantly, his face as pale as paper.

"Not enough money?" Luo Feiyu frowned and took out five copper coins from his waist. These five copper coins were abducted from Gongsun Shiliu this morning.

He slapped the waiter's hand hard, "Enough!"

The waiter didn't dare to say that it was not enough. He ran away without even holding the five copper coins tightly. The money fell to the ground with a jingle. After a while, he ran out with two jars of wine, only to find that Luo Feiyu had already

He moved a pair of tables and chairs in the store to the middle of the street outside the inn, and sat on the chair wearing a bamboo hat.

"Please hurry up." Luo Feiyu's tone was heavy and cold.

The waiter reacted and hurriedly walked through the rain curtain. After placing the wine jar in front of Luo Feiyu, he ran back without looking back. After running into the inn, he locked the door tightly.
Chapter completed!