The man shook his head: "You go back, don't come again."

Child Cai Yi's head hangs down. How could she bear it when she is a mother? Her son has to learn Taoism when he comes to such a place. What a sensible and studious child, why should he suffer such great grievances?!

So Cai E rushed out in a flash and politely clasped her fists: "I'm sorry, I'm not good at teaching my son, so I'm asking fellow Taoists to laugh at it." Before his son could explain, he smiled gently, "You want to learn alchemy."

Dao, why are you different from Mother? Mother still has a little bit of a thin face in Wanshui Pavilion, so it’s not difficult to find a master for you.”

As he said that, he glanced at the man, and seemed to scold him, but actually said flauntfully: "Why bother others? You'll still come to such a place."

Cai Yi's face was so embarrassed that she blushed: "Mom..."

"Hurry up to apologize to seniors." Cai E glared at her son, turned her head and smiled like the spring breeze, "In Xiawanshui Pavilion, Cai E, I don't know what friends call her, who is her master?"

The other party was calm and composed: "The surname Ye is the unknown man."

Cai E was very satisfied with his awareness and grabbed her son and went home: "I came here at such a young age. Do you know what Furong Pavilion does? Isn't you afraid that the women here will eat you!"

She taught her son a lesson, threw him out of Furong Pavilion, ordered him to go home immediately, then clapped his hands and turned around, and pulled Wenxi to continue watching the performance: "I told you to ask for information, how can I return halfway?"

Wen Qian felt a little warm. Even though she was not interested in the performance, she smiled.

On the other side, the alchemist named Ye walked into the private room of Furong Pavilion.

The people inside leaned on the lounge chair, and four little girls were serving, one pinched the shoulders, one beat the legs, one combed the hair, and the other sang a southern song beside them. Their crisp and tender voices were better than those of the oriole.

He stood for a long time, but he wanted to stop.

"Hmm?" The man on the recliner closed his eyes, but seemed to see his expression.

"It's okay," he said, walking to the window.

The performance of Furong Pavilion has begun.
Chapter completed!