Li Chenan took the account book and placed it on the table. Only then did he realize that there was something strange on Yang Sixian's face.

He took Wen Xiaowan again, thinking that the old guy Yang Sixian was fine, so he smiled and said:

"Old Yang, she is the shopkeeper of Ningxiangguan."

Yang Sixian narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not respond to Li Chenan's words, but asked Wen Xiaowan:

"Is Mr. Zhuo Yu okay?"

Mr. Zhuoyu is Wen Zhuoyu. The former owner of Zhuoyu Xiaozhu was killed one night ten years ago. Zhuoyu Xiaozhu then fell into the hands of the Guangling branch of the Yulong Society.

Wen Xiaowan's heart skipped a beat, but a hint of doubt appeared on her face.

She looked at Yang Sixian, and there was a light of hatred deep in her eyes.

"What Mr. Boiling Rain?"

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

"The little girl from Hejian County, Yongzhou."

"Oh, it looks more and more like it!"..

“…Dare you ask the old man, what do you look like?”

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

"Oh," Wen Xiaowan also withdrew her gaze and landed on the account book that Li Chenan opened, and whispered: "After having the peach blossom wine, Ningxiangguan's business has improved a lot."

"The guests made a request, and I thought it was excellent."

“What request?”

"The Huapingchun is also placed in Ningxiang Restaurant for limited sales."

Li Chenan shook his head, "The tavern has not been open these days, and the output of Huapingchun is too low. 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 Ningxiang Pavilion for those people to drink."

"Oh, okay, and the other is, if the young master has time, can he write two lyrics for Ningxiangguan? After all, the guests were a little tired of singing "Butterfly Love Flower" every day."

Li Chenan laughed, "Okay, I'll write two songs for you before I go to Kyoto."

"Thank you!"

At this time, Yang Sixian said, but he was not asking for Li Chen'an's poem, "I am going to leave early tomorrow morning to return to Kyoto. When will you set off?"

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

"The mission is completed, and there are still some things to do in Kyoto, so I have to take a step forward."

"Okay! I'll send someone to send Hua Pingchun here later!"

...

...

This night Li Chenan did not stay at Zhuoyu Xiaozhu to accompany Yang Sixian.

The mission has been completed, and Yang Sixian does not need to be suspicious of him anymore, so Li Chenan went to Ningxiang Pavilion.

It was still early, and Wen Xiaowan had not yet gone to the private room of Ningxiang Pavilion.

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

On the second floor, a small table, a red candle, and a pot of freshly cooked tea.

Li Chenan lay lazily opposite Wen Xiaowan. He stared at Wen Xiaowan's very beautiful face, making Wen Xiaowan's face slightly red, and it became more and more charming.

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

"I am a Qing Gongren. If you have any ideas, 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, he is still a young man when he comes to this world.

"I don't ask you to give me any title. Anyway, I'll give this body to someone sooner or later. You are good, you are so good at poetry and writing, and you are still patient."

This is the day of July.

Wen Xiaowan was wearing a bright red gauze dress.

The night wind blew the cluster of flames from the red candles and Wen Xiaowan's gauze skirt, so the mountains appeared faintly.

In addition, the graceful tea smoke filled the wind, and the mountains seemed to be foggy rising, becoming more and more profound.

The scenery is truly unlimited.

Li Chenan's mouth curled up and was still half lying on the lounge chair. There was a joking look in his eyes, making Wen Xiaowan's face redder and brighter.

"It's not for this to come to you."

Wen Xiaowan glared at Li Chenan, "Why is that?"

"That old man is Yang Sixian."

The blushing on Wen Xiaowan's face gradually faded away. She poured Li Chen'an a cup of tea, "I know."

"You have a grudge against him?"

“…Impartial hatred!”

"I'm here to tell you, don't attack him when he leaves Guangling City tomorrow!"

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

"That old guy is very cunning. He deliberately said that he left early in the morning and wanted you to fall into the trap!"

"He will definitely arrange everything. If you go, believe me, you will be worse than death!"

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

"He finally arrived in Guangling City. If he didn't take this opportunity to kill him... I'm afraid he would have to wait for many more years."

"I'm afraid he will die of old age, so I will never get revenge in my life."

Li Chenan shook his head, "Silly!"

"If you stay in the green mountains, you will not worry about burning firewood. Instead of going to die for nothing, it is better to find another opportunity."

Wen Xiaowan suddenly laughed, and her face bloomed like a flower, causing Li Chenan's little heart to tremble violently.

She stood up, walked behind Li Chenan, stretched out her pink hands and landed on Li Chenan's shoulders.

She gently pinched Li Chenan's shoulder and said softly: "Then give me an excuse to not seek death!"

Excuse?

That is to give her a hope to survive!

What kind of hope can make her temporarily let go of her hatred and even not think about that hatred?

There is one way, but Li Chenan is not ready yet!

He had a true relationship with Zhongli Ruoshui, but for Wen Xiaowan, it was not because of Wen Xiaowan's identity as a courtesan, but because he just admired this body.

Men can be placed on a woman's emotions, but they like to plow other people's land when working.

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

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

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

"no……"

"Of course the third lady is your best match, don't worry!"

"I like you, since I heard your poems, and after listening to Mr. Shang highly praised you on Peach Blossom Island."

"This is a bit inexplicable, and I find it incredible."

"I won't talk about this anymore. I promise you not to go tomorrow...you go to bed and lie down!"

Li Chenan felt relieved, but was shocked by her last words??—

Lying on the bed?

Of course he didn't mind.

She didn't mind either!

Isn't that right?

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

Wen Xiaowan opened her mouth in shock, "No, what are you thinking?"

"...Didn't you tell me to lie down on the bed?"

"Yes, do you have to do something else when you lie down?"

"What if you don't do anything to lie in bed?"

"...I'll give you a massage! Others... don't even think about it!"
Chapter completed!