Li Chenan took the account book and put it on the table, and then he noticed something strange on Yang Sixian's face.

He fell in love with Wen Xiaowan again, thinking that this old guy Yang Sixian would be okay with this, so he smiled and said:

"Mr. Yang, she is the shopkeeper of Ningxiang Pavilion."

Yang Sixian's eyes narrowed slightly, and instead of responding to Li Chenan's words, he asked Wen Xiaowan:

"How are you, Mr. Zhuoyu?"

Mr. Boiyu is Wen Boiyu. The former owner of Boiyu Xiaozhu was killed one night ten years ago. Only then did Boiyu Xiaozhu fall into the hands of the Guangling branch of the Fish and Dragon Society.

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

She looked at Yang Sixian, with a glint of hatred hidden deep in her eyes.

"What is Mr. Zhuoyu?"

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

"The little girl is from Hejian County, Yongzhou."

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

"...May I ask, old gentleman, what does it look like?"

Yang Sixian's brows stretched, he withdrew his gaze and picked up the tea cup, "Nothing, seeing you reminds me of an old friend."

"Oh," Wen Xiaowan also withdrew her gaze, fell on the account book Li Chenan opened, and whispered: "After having Peach Blossom Brew, the business of Ningxiang Pavilion has improved a lot."

"The guests have made a request, which I think is very good."

"What request?"

"Put the painted spring also in the Ningxiang Pavilion for limited sale."

Li Chenan shook his head, "The tavern has not been open these days. The output of Huapingchun is too low. I have to save some and ask this old man to take it to Kyoto."

"It's of great use. It's more useful than leaving it in the Ningxiang Pavilion for those people to drink."

"Oh, okay, the other thing is that if you are free, can you write two lyrics for Ningxiang Pavilion? After all, the guests are getting tired of singing "Die Lian Hua" every day."

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

"Thank you, sir!"

At this time, Yang Sixian said something, but it was not to ask for Li Chenan's poems, "I am planning to leave back to Kyoto early tomorrow morning. When will you leave roughly?"

"How many more days do I need to wait...don't I want to stay in Guangling for a few more days?"

"The mission is accomplished. There are still some things to do in Kyoto. We need to take the first step."

"Okay! I'll send someone to send Huapingchun here soon!"

…

…

Li Chenan did not stay at Boiyu Xiaozhu to accompany Yang Sixian that night.

The task has been completed, and Yang Sixian no longer needs to be suspicious of him, 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 Hall.

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

Li Chenan lay lazily across from Wen Xiaowan. He stared at Wen Xiaowan's very beautiful face, which made Wen Xiaowan's face blush slightly, making it even more attractive.

She raised her head, with a glint of autumn water in her eyes:

"I am the Qinghuan. If you have an idea, I wouldn't mind giving it to you."

Li Chenan suddenly felt a heat in his abdomen, and then he felt the smell of dry wood and strong fire.

After all, at the age of seventeen, he is still a young child in this world.

"I don't ask you to give me any status. Anyway, this body will be handed over to someone sooner or later. You are good, you are good at poetry and articles, and you are also patient."

This is July day.

Wen Xiaowan was wearing a bright red gauze skirt.

The night wind entered the window, blowing the cluster of flames of the red candle, and also blowing Wen Xiaowan's gauze skirt, so the mountains were faintly visible.

Coupled with the graceful tea smoke filling the air, the mountains seem to be filled with mist, making them appear even more profound and mysterious.

The scenery is really unlimited.

Li Chenan raised the corner of his mouth, still half lying on the recliner, with a playful look in his eyes, which made Wen Xiaowan's face redder and brighter.

"That's not why I came to you."

Wen Xiaowan glared at Li Chenan, "What's that for?"

"That old man's name is Yang Sixian."

The blush on Wen Xiaowan's face gradually faded, and she poured a cup of tea for Li Chenan, "I know."

"You have a grudge against him?"

"...Immortal hatred!"

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

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

"That old guy is very cunning. He deliberately said he would leave early tomorrow morning just because he wanted you to fall into his own trap!"

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

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

"He finally reached Guangling City. If we don't take this opportunity to kill him... I'm afraid we will have to wait for many more years."

"I'm afraid that he will die of old age, and then I will never be able to take revenge in this life."

Li Chenan shook his head, "Stupid!"

"It is better to look for another opportunity than to die in vain if you can keep the green hills without worrying about having firewood."

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

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

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

Excuse?

That is to give her a hope of living!

What kind of hope would it take for her to temporarily let go of her hatred, or even think about it?

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

He has real feelings for Zhongli Ruoshui, but for Wen Xiaowan, it's not because of Wen Xiaowan's status as the courtesan, but because he just admires this body.

As a man, his emotions can be pinned on a certain woman, but when it comes to work, he prefers to plow other people's land.

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

The movements of Wen Xiaowan's hands became slower and slower until they 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, ever since I heard your poems, and ever since I heard Mr. Shang highly praise you on Peach Blossom Island."

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

"Don't talk about it anymore, I promise you won't go tomorrow... you go and lie down on the bed!"

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

Lying on the bed?

Of course he doesn't mind.

She didn't even mind!

Isn't that good?

So, he climbed up from the recliner and hurriedly unbuttoned a button of his clothes.

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

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

"Yes, do you have to do something else while lying down?"

"Then what are you doing lying in bed if you don't want to do anything?"

"...I'll give you a slap on the back! Otherwise...don't even think about it!"
Chapter completed!