Xuezhu walked out to Ling Chu's south gate with a tray in hand, hesitated for a while, but knocked on the door, "Master, this servant is here to bring you tea."
After a while, Ling Chunan's lazy voice came from the door, "Come in."
Xuezhu pushed the door and went in, but he didn't dare to look sideways, and he was about to retire after putting down the tea.
"Wait." Ling Chunan stopped the little girl, "Come here."
"Young, Master." Xuezhu shuddered.
"Help me go and tell the housekeeper to make me a few sets of clean clothes, and put them by the way," Ling Chunan pointed to the open clothes boxes in the room, "Let them take them all and throw them away."
Originally, Ling Chunan wanted to maintain the character as much as possible, but after seeing the original owner's magical clothing taste, he decided to let it go. The colors of those clothes were dazzling and uncomfortable to wear. I really don't know how he could bear it. Ling Chu Nan has never been the one who wronged himself, of course how to be comfortable.
Although it was a little strange why this young master suddenly changed his personality, the little girl who was used to being oppressed did not dare to have any questions. Only then did Xuezhu dazzle to see that this young master was wearing only one obscene clothes and reclining on the soft couch by the window. From her position, he could see his delicate collarbone, his well-textured chest and the half of his clean side. Face, she stared blankly for a while, only to realize that she was lost, and quickly closed the door carefully and retreated.
Xuemei came over with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and when she saw Xuezhu hurriedly heading out of the courtyard from a distance, she couldn't help shouting, "Xuezhu, what are you doing here in such a hurry? Has the young master's tea been delivered? Why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
"I, I'm not... The young master asked me to make clothes for him. Also, also, the young master he... " Xuezhu blushed even more.
"Master, what's wrong, Master?" Xuemei was a little worried.
"Young master is so beautiful." Xuezhu said with a blushing face.
"..." Xuemei looked Xuezhu's eyes, and then burst out laughing, freeing a hand to point her eyebrows, "You girl, didn't you wake up last night, alright alright, hurry up and go. Let's make clothes for the young master."
When Xuemei knocked on the door and came in, Ling Chunan was already up. He adjusted the only piece of plain clothes that he had managed to find out. Glancing at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Xuemei's hand, "Bring this one with you."
"Yes, young master." Xuemei Fushen replied.
"Xuezhu said she hasn't eaten for two days?" Ling Chunan asked as he walked ahead.
"Yes, that girl didn't drink a sip of water for two days." Xuemei replied, "I'm a bit stubborn, but it should be fine in two days. Young master, don't worry, but... Young master, Wang Ye will be back in two days. ."
In the past, although An Zhiqi liked to go out to play, he never brought anyone home. This time he brought a brothel woman back. If King Anjing came back, he would be so angry.
Ling Chunan nodded to indicate that she knew, Xuemei hesitated, but finally swallowed her unspoken persuasion.
The two walked through the bamboo forest path and came to a small courtyard.
The two guards at the door saluted, "I have seen the young master."
Ling Chunan nodded, "Open the door." Then he glanced at Xuemei and took the plate from her hand, "You wait here first."
Xuemei was a little worried, "But..."
Ling Chunan glanced at her, and Xuemei quickly retreated to the side.
"Host, will you be beaten if you go in like this?" Although the girl in the original plot was very weak, she still rose up to fight at the critical moment and beat the villain with a candlestick. Now Ling Chunan is alone. Going in, no wonder 098 was a little worried.
Ling Chunan: "She can't beat me."
"..." You really want to fight a girl!
Entering the courtyard, Ling Chunan put the plate on the stone table under the osmanthus tree, and then walked slowly to the east wing, raising his voice, "Miss Lanqing, it's been two days, are you ready?"
There was silence inside the door.
Ling Chunan said again, "If you follow the young master, I will keep you delicious and spicy in the future, and you will no longer have to suffer from the pain of being displaced, how about it?"
After a while, a gritted voice came from the room: "Go away."
A playful smile appeared on Ling Chunan's face, "098, this girl is much more interesting than the heroine."
"...Host, you don't really like her, do you?"
"Is there any problem?" Ling Chunan asked.
098: "No, no problem."
The difference between this world and the previous world is that there can be three wives and four concubines here, and men are superior to women. According to Ling Chunan's identity, it is no problem for him to marry several wives. Anyway, King Anjing is behind him.
But what 098 didn't understand was why the host suddenly became interested in the girl
Immediately, it remembered the letter to Gu Gu written by Shu Siyan in the previous world, and suddenly realized that if a man finds out that the host has a daughter-in-law in the future, he will definitely be angry, and the host must be revenge on the man.
"098, you are thinking too much." Ling Chunan interrupted 098's more and more outrageous thoughts, "Am I such a careful person?"
098 is decisive: "No!" It's strange.
Ling Chunan: "You are getting more and more courageous."
"... I'm sorry host, I was wrong."
Ignoring 098, Ling Chunan said to the door again: "If you don't want to be with me, you can come out to eat something, and I'll have someone send you back to Baixianglou."
The person in the door didn't seem to react, and after being silent for a long time, he whispered: "What are you saying is true?"
"Of course, although my personality is not very good, I never force women," Ling Chunan said, "You think I've felt sorry for you these two days? It's because you broke a lot of precious porcelain in my house. But this young master doesn't care about you anymore. Well, come out, if you starve in my mansion, then the world will not laugh at my mansion for running out of food."
Although every sentence was false, Ling Chunan said it righteously, and it sounded quite reasonable. Lan Qing is a little girl who has not yet reached the age of the scorpion. She was hungry for two days, and she was really hungry. After that, the originally closed door creaked open a crack.
The little girl huddled behind the door was about Thirteen or Fourteen. She probed quietly, and saw through the crack of the door with a dark eye.
Ling Chunan stood by the side long before she opened the door, so Lan Qing didn't see him, but saw the sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus cake under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree not far away, she swallowed, raised her footsteps and shrank again. go back.
"If I wanted to do something to you, I would have done it the day you came, why wait until now?" Ling Chunan analyzed calmly on the side.
When Ling Chunan made a sound, Lan Qing, who had closed the door subconsciously, opened the crack of the door a little, and asked suspiciously, "Is what you said true?"
"Of course." Ling Chu Nanchao took a step back, "I can promise not to approach you within three steps."
After Ling Chunan made this promise, Lan Qing seemed to be relieved a lot. She slowly opened the door and walked out from the other end of Ling Chunan.
"This girl is so easy to deceive." Ling Chu Nanchao 098 said, according to his current position, it is not easy to catch her.
Watching the host flickering the little girl's 098: "..."
Lan Qing walked into the yard, staring at the delicately made sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus cake, swallowing, but he didn't dare to reach for it.
"Don't worry, there's no poison in it," Ling Chunan said.
Lan Qing glanced at him, then stretched out his hand towards the plate.
Ling Chunan called again, "Wait."
Subconsciously shrinking back, Lan Qing looked at Ling Chunan in shock and fear.
"Wipe your hands before eating." Ling Chunan handed her a handkerchief.
Lan Qing looked at his hand, then at the handkerchief, hesitated for a few seconds, took a small step forward, and stretched his hand to take it.
Ling Chunan said: "You stay here for a few days, and then go back after you have gained some weight, otherwise this young master will not have the reputation of bullying the little girl. Okay, you eat, I'll go first."
Saying that, Ling Chunan turned around and walked towards the door, Lan Qing looked at his back, then at the handkerchief he didn't take away, then took a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth, then his eyes lit up, and he went back again. Stuffed the second and third pieces into the mouth.
After eating five or six pieces in a row, there was finally something in her stomach, but her throat couldn't do it. She was choked when she took the last bite.
Just when she felt that she was about to suffocate to death, suddenly a cup of tea was handed to her.
"Slow down, girl." Xuemei patted Lan Qing's back while adding tea to her.
After a while, Lan Qing finally felt that she was alive. She blushed and said embarrassedly, "Thank you, sister."
"You're welcome, ma'am, the young master ordered the servants to bring you tea, and he also asked the servants to tell you that dinner will be served to you in a while. You should eat some snacks to cushion your stomach first." Xuemei said.
Lan Qing obviously didn't quite believe the bully who robbed him back, but thinking that Ling Chunan really didn't do anything to her just now, he believed again, "Thank you."
"Host, are you really going to release the heroine's sister?" 098 asked.
"Don't let it go." Ling Chunan replied.
098: "...Then you said just now that you would let her go back for a few days."
"She's going back in a few days, but I didn't let her go." Ling Chunan picked a bamboo leaf and put it in his mouth, "I'll play a tune for you."
Ling Chunan had lived in his own life, and in order to adapt to the role, he had learned various skills, including how to play nice tunes with leaves.
098 had never heard Ling Chunan demonstrate this skill, but even if he had learned it, it had been so long, and he didn't quite believe that Ling Chunan still remembered the tune.
But obviously 098 underestimated Ling Chunan too much. He found a corner and sat down at will. After a while, a melodious tune rang out, but it was unexpectedly pleasant.
After one song, 098 came back to his senses, "Host, why haven't I heard this song?" The world's various music libraries it has experienced have information, but it can't search for this tune information.
"It's not me who said that if I hadn't become an actor, I might have become a musician." Ling Chunan said.
098: "..." is too narcissistic.
Ling Chunan patted the leaves on his body and stood up, and was about to leave when a figure suddenly fell from the sky and stood firmly in front of Ling Chunan, "Did you play the song just now?"