"Sir, guest, please take your time." Yinxue put a pot of hot tea and a plate of snacks on the table, and nodded slightly to Yu Shiqi and the man named Zhong.

"She called you Young Master?" The man named Zhong smiled casually.

Yu Shiqi didn't want to mention more about himself and Yinxue. He hadn't let down his guard against the guy in front of him yet. The reason why he was willing to sit at the same table and drink tea with him was because he wanted to hear more from him that might be valuable.

news.

"What's your name?"

"I'm seventeen."

"My name is Zhong Linqi." He said, poured out a little tea, dipped his finger in it and wrote on the table for Yu Shiqi to read.

"Then let me call you Mr. Zhong."

"It's up to you." Zhong Linqi poured a cup of tea and asked casually: "I just saw that the paintings hanging in the inn also had the seal of Yu Shiqi on them. Was it you who painted them?"

"yes."

"The painting is good."

"Thank you." Yu Shiqi thought he was complimenting her politely, so he didn't take it to heart at all.

"I have a job I can introduce to you. I wonder if you are interested." Zhong Linqi suddenly changed the subject.

"I'm not interested in being an assassin." Yu Shiqi refused bluntly.

Zhong Linqi couldn't help laughing and shook his head: "It's not about being an assassin, it's about painting."

"draw?"

"The royal envoys from the imperial capital are to paint twelve colorful murals for the imperial mausoleum that is about to be completed." Zhong Linqi said seriously, "Of course the content of the painting has been decided, you just need to complete the painting as required."

Yu Shiqi's first instinct was that Mr. Zhong was deceiving him.

The murals on the imperial mausoleum? Can such a living wheel be used by an unknown person like himself? Besides, he is an Assassin of Wangchuan, why should he introduce this job to himself?

"May I ask what conspiracy you are planning, sir?"

"There is no conspiracy, and even if there is one, it has nothing to do with you." Zhong Linqi sipped his tea, "A friend of mine is about to die. I hope he can see those paintings."

"I don't understand you."

"You don't need to understand. You just have to agree or reject me. If you agree, it's very simple. You just have to paint well."

Yu Shiqi was confused, and the more he thought about it, the weirder it became. In the end, he was inclined to reject this strange mission in his heart.

But Zhong Linqi said to him: "You can think about it slowly. The completion of the imperial mausoleum will be at least after the Lantern Festival next year. There is still a long time."

"Let's talk about your own affairs, sir, and about my mother." Yu Shiqi didn't want to continue this strange topic.

"Me? As I said, my father and I were old friends in the past, but we haven't contacted each other for many years. I didn't know that she was married...who is your father?"

Yu Shiqi couldn't answer. He didn't want to reveal too much to this unknown person.

Seeing that he was silent, Zhong Linqi said again: "I have absolutely no ill intentions. I hope you don't misunderstand me."

"My husband is from Wangchuan, and my mother is from the Desolate Sect. After all, we have different paths. It would be better for you not to meet." Yu Shiqi said coldly.

"What you said makes sense." Zhong Linqi could only smile bitterly, "Maybe she has no interest in seeing me. This time I rushed over after hearing the news that she was in Xihuang. It was my abruptness and offense."

His attitude was really blameless, and Yu Shiqi couldn't find any chance to fall out with him, so he could only drink tea in silence.

"By the way, kid, you... haven't gotten married yet, have you?"

Yu Shiqi didn't know why he suddenly asked this, and shook his head blankly.

"Is there a matchmaker appointment?"

"not yet."

"To be honest, I have a daughter who is probably a few years younger than you. She was born Huarongyue..."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Zhong!" Yu Shiqi interrupted him by slamming the table, looking panicked: "What are you doing?"

What happened today? Ever since this guy came to the inn, it seems that his head has not been normal.

Zhong Linqi didn't understand why he reacted so fiercely. He spread his hands in grievance and asked with some displeasure: "Is there any problem? Boy, let me tell you, since you are Teng Yining's son, I

I just want to introduce my daughter to you out of friendship from old friends. My daughter is born like her mother. She is unparalleled, do you understand? She is unparalleled. Hey, this is not bragging. You will know it once you have seen her."

This time it was Yu Shiqi's turn to laugh and cry. He thought that Mr. Zhong was probably serious. If he was still playing tricks on him and had ulterior motives, then he would be willing to admit it.

"Mr. Zhong, I have no plans to start a family yet."

"Ahem, that's because you haven't seen my daughter."

"What are these and what..." Yu Shiqi pressed his temples in distress.

"Sure enough, this kind of thing should be decided by the parents of both parties." Zhong Linqi was talking to himself again.

"Yes." Yu Shiqi agreed with him boredly.

"So it is even more necessary for me to know who your father is, and I have to discuss it with him. Unfortunately, I may not be free this year, otherwise I should really prepare gifts and visit him." Zhong Linqi said regretfully.

Is it over yet? Yu Shiqixin said that I also want to know who my father is.

Although the target can be basically determined based on previous intelligence speculations, he can't tell Mr. Zhong now that he is your Wangchuan Ferry Master before he is absolutely sure, right? If this were to make a joke, how much would Mother suffer?

Humiliating?

"I think it's better for you, sir, to save your worries." Yu Shiqi advised, "I really have no plans to start a family. I still want to continue wandering and practice my painting skills."

"Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog. If you marry my daughter, you can take her with you to wander the world." Zhong Lin's words were astonishing.

"Sir, you really don't pity your wife."

"No, I just admire you." Zhong Linqi didn't realize at all that Yu Shiqi was very uncomfortable with the disgusting-sounding words he said.

Yu Shiqi put down his tea cup, stood up and left the table, turned around and went upstairs without saying hello.

Zhong Linqi smiled nonchalantly, still sitting there and slowly sipping tea, eating two snacks from time to time, and looking back and forth around the inn.

Suddenly he saw Xiling Yue coming down the stairs. The teacup in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Xilingyue took off the white wooden mask on her face and glared at him fiercely: "What are you doing? You just broke my table and broke a tea cup. How rich is that? Mr. Zhong Lin Qi.

?”

"Where did you get this mask?" he asked with blank eyes.

"Of course someone else gave it to me." Xilingyue treasured the mask with both hands on her chest, as if she was afraid of being snatched away by Zhong Linqi.

"Did Teng Yining give it to you?"

“Isn’t it possible?”

Zhong Linqi's eyes changed a few times, and his tone became slightly serious: "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense. It's just that you chose to use such a boring pseudonym." A picture book magically appeared in Xi Lingyue's hand, she slapped it on the table and pushed it in front of Zhong Linqi.
Chapter completed!