It wasn't until nightfall that the few of them sat down to have dinner together. Originally they wanted to drink some wine, but there was no wine in the other courtyard, probably because Rongzhi didn't drink.
The martial arts competition is on July 17, and there are still seven days left, so I will stay at Jinlan Garden for the next seven days.
The next morning, the sun rose in the east, and the rising sun penetrated the fog and scattered on Tongcheng. The air was not dry, but a little moist and foggy, and the orchids were covered with crystal water drops.
The climate in Tongcheng is wetter than that in Ningcheng, and precipitation is more abundant. This is probably because Tongcheng is surrounded by mountains and rivers.
Everyone came to the front hall to have breakfast, but the host Rong Zhi was missing.[
The housekeeper explained that Rong Zhi had to go out for some business, which could take as short as two days or as long as four days.
Everyone looked at Leng Jian. Leng Jian and Rong Zhi were the most familiar, so they should know.
Leng Jian shook his head in confusion. Even he himself was puzzled by this matter. What on earth was Rong Zhi going to do? It couldn't be back to Nanlin Villa, right? But why didn't you tell him? So Rong Zhi was definitely not going back to the Villa.
After breakfast, Qianxue said she was going to the street to take a look, so the host naturally accompanied Qianxue. As for the others, they were not interested and did not go.
Yi Shuihan left the front hall, and Mo Ningxun followed.
Cheng Bi looked at the two of them vaguely, and then went back to the room. Now that he was living under someone else's roof, he couldn't do anything too outrageous.
Qian Nuo was disappointed. He wanted to know the relationship between Shui Han and Mo Ningxun. It seemed that he wanted to find an opportunity to ask Qian Xue.
After Yi Shuihan learned that Mo Ningxun was the master of the Demon Palace, she inquired about what the Demon Palace did. She was a little surprised when she found out. When she first saw Mo Ningxun, she knew it was not simple, but she didn't expect it to be so simple.
not simple.
Yi Shuihan saw that he had been following him, so he asked: "Mo Ningxun, how long do you plan to stay in Tongcheng?"
Mo Ningxun smiled and said, "Can you call me Ning or Xun."
Yi Shuihan smiled: "Why don't we just call him Ningxun."
Mo Ningxun thought for a while and decided that it would be better to call him Mo Ningxun, so he reluctantly agreed and said, "What about you? How long do you plan to stay in Tongcheng?"
"I don't know. I'll make plans after the martial arts competition. You are the master of the Demon Palace, so you are probably very busy."
"Not busy, not busy at all." Mo Ningxun said, compared to you, other things are not worth mentioning.
"Why don't you wear women's clothes?" Ever since he knew Shui Han was a woman, he had always wanted to ask this question.
"I don't know, maybe I'm used to it." Yi Shuihan said, habit is really a terrible thing, and you can't get rid of it.
"But you can look good in men's clothes," Mo Ningxun said sincerely. He said this for a purpose. If Shui Han wears women's clothes, he will definitely provoke more other men. Before he captures Shui Han's heart,
Shui Han is better to wear men's clothes.
"Really? Thank you for the compliment." Yi Shuihan smiled and took out the golden fan from his waist to play with.
Mo Ningxun has long recognized the golden fan, but how did it end up in Shui Han's hands? He and Shui Han had just met a few days ago, so he couldn't help but ask.[
"If I guess correctly, the golden fan in your hand belongs to Ling Yiran, right?"
"Ha, I didn't expect this golden fan to be quite famous." Yi Shuihan said with a smile. Qiannuo had also recognized Ling Yiran's at a glance before.
"Who doesn't know that the Ninth Prince had a golden fan that never left his hand, but why did it come to you?" Mo Ningxun saw that she didn't mind, so he asked boldly.
"Exchanged with Ling Yiran."
"Oh? In exchange for what?" Mo Ningxun was very curious as to what Shui Han had used in exchange for this golden fan.
"A paper fan."
"Paper fan? What kind of paper fan is it?" Mo Ningxun couldn't believe it. It was not impossible to exchange a paper fan for a fan made of pure gold, but this gold fan was not an ordinary fan.
"It's just an ordinary paper fan. I remember I bought it for ten cents." Yi Shuihan thought for a while and said.
A paper fan worth ten cents? Mo Ningxun smiled, guessing that Ling Yiran was tricked by Shui Han.