In the early winter of the 21st year of Qisheng, the Emperor of Yan died. Crown Prince Chenghao succeeded to the throne and changed the reign title to Yong'an.
The Prince of Jin committed treason and attempted rebellion, and according to the law he should be executed, but the new emperor pardoned him, demoted him to a commoner, and exiled him and his family to Lingnan, never to return to the capital.
Less than a month later, the new emperor issued another decree to vindicate the Xie family for their treason. All the Xie family members were reformed, those in prison were released, and those who had their faces tattooed and were exiled were all recalled. The late general Xie Bi, who had been protecting the country, was conferred the title of governor of Jialing and Langchuan, and was posthumously named "loyal and brave", and a tomb was built for him.
It's another year of heavy snow. The bluestone streets are covered with snow, and the eaves and tiles are also white. The biting wind blows in your face, and it seems to peel off a layer of skin and flesh when it blows on your face. People are wearing thin cotton clothes, coming and going in a hurry, and from time to time they lower their heads to exhale hot air, complaining that the snow this year is too cold and too late.
Chu Xinian was not in the general's mansion at this time, but in... a brothel.
Wenxianglou is the most bustling den of money-spending in the capital. It is freezing cold outside, but warm as spring inside. The best silver charcoal sits in the corner, warm and fragrant when it burns.
The second floor was a private room, the first floor was a singing stage, and there were dozens of wine tables below, a bustling scene with people dressed in fine clothes and beautiful figures. Chu Xinian was wearing a clean white shirt, a jade belt around his waist, and a fine fox fur cape, which was a bit hot in the building, so he took it off and draped it neatly on a chair beside him.
He had a well-groomed appearance and polite manners, which made the other drinkers who were making advances around him look lecherous and vulgar, and totally out of place in this den of brothel.
Chu Xinian had a pile of papers in his hand, and a sharpened charcoal pencil between his fingertips, writing something down quickly. He asked, "At what age did you enter the brothel?"
Opposite him sat a middle-aged woman in green, still charming. She was sitting upright, feeling a little nervous for some reason. Seeing Chu Xinian was serious, she did not dare to persuade him to drink, and stammered, "My name... My name is Yue Gu, and I entered Wenxiang Tower when I was about ten years old."
This guest was really strange. He didn't want to be served or drank with, and only said that he wanted to learn about the life stories of several older sisters in Wenxiang Tower for the purpose of writing a book in the future.
Write a book? What book
There are actually people who write books for prostitutes
Yue Gu thought it was a bit absurd, but for the sake of the silver, it was okay to chat for a while: "I didn't come here voluntarily. I was sold here by my family during the famine that year. Although people criticize me and say I'm insulting my ancestors, I survived after all."
Chu Xinian sighed: "The world is difficult, this matter is not the girl's fault. What about the girl's family?"
Yue Gu was eating melon seeds, but she paused for a moment after hearing the words, and then she returned to normal. Her face was heavily made up, and her bright red lips were a bit glaring. She said in boredom, "They starved to death a long time ago. Two old people who can't even walk, what can I do with the money I earned from selling my body? Unfortunately, I was young at that time, so I couldn't receive customers, and I couldn't give much money. The mothers in the building paid for the burial of the body."
Chu Xinian nodded and continued to ask, "Miss, have you ever thought about what to do in the future?"
"What to do?" Yue Gu smiled, but her tone was panic. "What can I do? I can save more money to redeem my body contract in the future and find a place where no one knows me to spend the rest of my life."
Chu Xinian still likes to write books and collect materials everywhere. Although this world exists because of his writing, there are still many stories he doesn't know.
From ordinary officials and noble families to common people and menial servants.
Because the emperor and Xie Jingyuan were in charge, Chu Xinian's investigations and interviews of high-ranking officials went smoothly every time. However, there were some problems with the brothels, as Xie Jingyuan would definitely not let him go.
Today, Yin Chenghao went out of the palace incognito and went to the general's mansion to drink with Xie Jingyuan. Chu Xinian took this opportunity to avoid Xie Jingyuan and came out. He looked at the thick stack of papers in his hand, and seeing that it was getting late, he put a silver ingot on the table: "Thank you for your help today, Miss."
He said to Yue Gu, "As the saying goes, beauty fades and love fades. It's hard to find a good man in the world of pleasure. If you grow old, you won't even have the capital to make a living. You went astray because the world was difficult. Don't let the false glory of this brothel wear you down. It's best to learn a skill to make a living, so that you can redeem yourself in the future."
His voice was gentle and his eyes were equal, which made people feel comfortable.
Yue Gu took the silver ingot hesitantly and did not speak for a long time. After a long while, she wiped her red eyes with her sleeves, stood up and bowed to Chu Xinian, and said awkwardly: "Today... Today, you have spent money... I didn't do anything, but I got such a big silver ingot for nothing..."
Chu Xinian said, "Young lady, take it with peace of mind. I have listened to your story, and this money will be used as payment for the story."
He packed his things, stood up and was about to leave, but when he turned around, a face that suddenly enlarged suddenly appeared in front of him. His pupils shrank slightly, and he instinctively fanned it with the paper in his hand.
"ah!"
Yin Chenghao covered his face and screamed, his face full of grief and anger, trembling as he pointed at Chu Xinian and said, "You, you, you... not only did you dare to go to the brothel behind Xie Jingyuan's back, you also dared to hit me!"
It turned out to be the crown prince... Maybe we should call him the emperor now.
Chu Xinian frowned. He remembered that Yin Chenghao was drinking with Xie Jingyuan in the mansion. How come he suddenly appeared here? He glanced behind him inconspicuously: "Why are you here? Where is the general?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't asked. As soon as he asked, Yin Chenghao suddenly became proud: "He can't drink as much as I do. He passed out after two cups. I saw you sneaking out of the house, so I followed you all the way. I didn't expect you to dare to visit a brothel. Believe it or not, I'll tell Jingyuan!"
Chu Xinian would naturally not be manipulated by him. He smiled and tied his cloak slowly and said, "I can go shopping, but you can't. You should worry about being discovered, not about me, an insignificant little person."
The prince had not improved much since becoming the emperor, and was still as unreliable as before. Chu Xinian had always thought that he would be more stable and mature, but now it seemed that he had overestimated his expectations.
But it’s also a good thing. Many people who hold power will unknowingly change beyond recognition. It may not be a bad thing that the prince can stick to his original intention.
Yin Chenghao didn't understand what he said, and stammered, "You, you, you...what do you mean?"
Chu Xinian rolled up the paper in his hand and pointed to the door for him considerately: "See, the censor Zhang has already walked to the door. You'd better leave quickly. If he sees you, there will be another disturbance in the morning court tomorrow."
The censors were responsible for monitoring the words and deeds of all officials. This Mr. Zhang from the Metropolitan Censorate had a nickname, "He was always right and never gave up." He risked his life to make direct criticisms. Whenever he was off duty, he would visit the major brothels... Of course, he didn't do it to whore people, but to catch officials with bad behavior.
If he saw the current emperor here... he would be so embarrassed that he couldn't explain himself.
Yin Chenghao was also afraid of this old man. Seeing that Master Zhang had already walked to the door, he turned around and ran upstairs in a hurry. As a result, he was caught off guard and bumped into the arms of a prostitute, who slapped him on the face with a handkerchief: "Bah! Pervert, worm! You want to bump into my arms without even looking at the road. You have to find the right person to take advantage of you!"
Chu Xinian saw the prince being humiliated and laughed while standing downstairs. Then, noting that it was getting late outside, he shook his head, turned around and left.
Xie Jingyuan could drink quite a bit, but for some reason, after drinking two glasses of wine with Yin Chenghao, he fell into a deep sleep and lost all consciousness.
He had a long dream...
He dreamed that he was in a dungeon without sunlight, with his hands and feet shackled. Both knees were pierced by arrows, and the wounds took a long time to heal. Blood dripped down and dyed the straw on the ground red.
The air was filled with the smell of decay, mixed with thick dust.
Xie Jingyuan felt as if he had been locked up in this cage for a long time, so long that he had become familiar with the endless darkness and pain. He tried to move his limbs, but the iron chains tightened slowly with the slightest movement, breaking his bones.
He groaned in pain, cold sweat dripping down his face, and he felt that every part of his body was painful and uncomfortable.
"Chu...Xinian...?"
Xie Jingyuan's throat was as dry as a handful of dead grass and he couldn't even make a sound, but when he was alone, he still instinctively looked for Chu Xinian.
The dungeon was empty and no one answered him.
Xie Jingyuan raised his voice again, but because of the injury to his lungs, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood did not moisten his dry throat, but instead caused a burning pain that made him feel like dying.
Xie Jingyuan clenched his fingertips and tried not to make a sound. It was not until he heard a door lock click outside, as if someone was coming, that he suddenly looked up.
He didn't know how horrible he looked now, neither human nor ghost. His eyes were sinister and dark, as if he had crawled out of hell, ready to devour anyone.
The yamen runner who came to report the news took a step back in fear, but remembering the order from above, he still plucked up the courage to say, "His Majesty said that you and the prince knew each other for a while, and he should have let you know if he died."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingyuan stared at him motionlessly, like a pool of stagnant water, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, wanting to know who died.
The emotionless voice of the yamen runner echoed in the dungeon: "The deposed crown prince Chenghao rebelled against the emperor and intended to rebel. He should have been killed. The late emperor was merciful and only imprisoned him in the Eastern Palace. However, the deposed crown prince did not repent and spoke crazy words frequently during the imprisonment. Now he is allowed to hang himself and be buried in the imperial mausoleum."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a deathly silence around him, and Xie Jingyuan did not react at all.
The guard could not help but remind him, "The deposed Crown Prince Chenghao is dead, and his body has probably been carried out of the East Palace by now."
Xie Jingyuan lowered his head and still did not respond, which made people wonder if he was dead. It was not until the yamen runner lost his patience and turned away that a broken and hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Who did you say was dead?"
The bailiff paused and sneered, "Of course it's the deposed crown prince, the one who conspired with you to rebel."
The iron chain rattled again. Xie Jingyuan slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and asked again, "Where is Chu Xinian?"
He asked in a cold voice: "Where is Chu Xinian..."
Half of the man's face was completely destroyed, with scars crisscrossing his body. When he was imprisoned, his superiors did not give him any respect and took off his mask. Now, only the left half of his face could vaguely reveal his graceful demeanor.
The yamen runner was newly transferred and did not know much about external affairs, nor did he know all the dignitaries. He only knew that the most glorious young man in the Chu family was named Jiao Ping. As for Chu Xinian, the name sounded familiar, but he really could not remember it.
He said perfunctorily, "Who knows? Maybe he died like the prince."
After saying this, he left the dungeon and locked the heavy iron door again. With a muffled bang, the surroundings fell into silence again.
Xie Jingyuan didn't know why, but he suddenly struggled hard, and the several-pound iron chain rattled. A deep despair quietly surged into his heart, making his eyes sore and his heart full of hatred. It was as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, stirring up a huge hatred in the midst of his dying suffocation.
Is that his emotion
No, it's impossible...
The Emperor of Yan had passed away long ago, Zhou Wenchen committed suicide, the Prince of Jin was exiled to Lingnan, Chenghao ascended the throne as emperor, and Chu Xi was always by his side.
Why is he so angry
And the crown prince... How could the crown prince die... How could Chu Xinian die...
Xie Jingyuan's forehead was bulging with veins. He felt that this dream was suffocating and terrifying. This ending should not be like this. He let the iron chain tighten around him. His injuries also broke again due to his struggle. He stopped moving suddenly when he heard the sound of bones breaking.
The iron chain was tightly wrapped around his waist and abdomen, tightening a little with every struggle, and now it had reached its limit. His ribs were broken, his internal organs were punctured, and a large amount of blood flowed out of his throat.
Xie Jingyuan lowered his head and did not move. Blood gushed out in streams, dripping onto the ground. He gasped for air, barely surviving, and finally, with his last bit of strength, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at a palm-sized ventilation hole above the dungeon.
It's snowing outside.
Extremely cold, extremely cold. He could not see the red walls and glazed tiles of the palace, nor could he see the snow covering the mountains and rivers. Only the whistling cold wind blew into the dungeon, bringing with it tiny specks of snow foam. It fell between Xie Jingyuan's eyebrows and melted into the blood in an instant.
Several palace servants just happened to come out from the direction of the East Palace, carrying a person covered with a white cloth. From a distance, it seemed that the person was blending into the ice and snow. Until a bony hand accidentally slipped from the cloth, revealing half of a bright yellow silk sleeve that had long been worn and faded.
The new eunuch didn't know who they were carrying, and didn't dare to ask. After they walked away, he whispered to the older eunuch, "Master, who is this person we are carrying? It's so cold, it's too tiring."
The old eunuch sighed and said, "Don't ask too much. No matter how precious you are when you are alive, you are just a dead person after you die."
Later, the snow fell thicker and thicker, covering his mouth and nose, and also covering the sky and the earth. Xie Jingyuan felt suffocated, his breathing suddenly became rapid, his body trembled, and he woke up from the wine table.
He woke up so violently that he knocked over the cups and plates, making a crackling sound. The servants waiting outside thought something had happened and quickly lifted the curtain and rushed in: "General?!"
Xie Jingyuan was still in shock. He stared blankly at the table in front of him, on which were exquisite but already cold dishes. He looked around and realized that it was his general's mansion, not that damn dungeon.
He closed his eyes and wiped his face, remembering something, and suddenly asked, "Where's Chu Xinian?"
The attendant stammered: "Master Chu... um... Master Chu..."
Went to the brothel...
Before he could decide whether to say these four words, the curtain was suddenly lifted from the outside, and a young man in white clothes and a fox fur cloak came in.
Chu Xinian was covered in snow and arrived at the right time. He glanced at the attendant and motioned him to leave. Then he walked up to Xie Jingyuan and touched his pale face: "Did you catch a cold? Why is your face so pale?"
Xie Jingyuan felt the warmth on the side of his face and subconsciously clenched his hand with such force that his bones almost broke and even his breathing became faster.
Chu Xinian did not struggle, but frowned: "General?"
Xie Jingyuan came back to his senses and subconsciously loosened his grip. He saw Chu Xinian alive in front of him, and all his strength seemed to be drained away. He barely gathered some strength and reached out to hug him.
"Chu Xinian..." His voice was very hoarse.
Although Chu Xinian didn't know the reason, he still hugged him tightly: "What's wrong?"
Xie Jingyuan closed his eyes and suddenly asked a nonsensical question: "What would have happened to us now if we had failed in our uprising?"
The prince was forced to hang himself and was buried in the imperial mausoleum.
He died in imprisonment, and after his death his bones were dissolved into mud, without even a monument being erected.
Every word and sentence made Xie Jingyuan's heart tremble.
Chu Xinian smiled and sighed: "It's just that we die together, what's the big deal."
"If the prince dies, he will definitely not regret it. He has a loyal minister like the general by his side, so he will have no regrets even if he dies. If I die, I will not regret it either."
"General, most people in the world are not afraid of death. They are only afraid of dying an unworthy death, and they are also afraid of dying for an unworthy person..."
The ending of the original novel is indeed sad, but Chu Xinian always believes that if they could do it all over again and know their ending in advance, they would still walk the same path without regrets.
Not afraid of death, just hope not to fail.
Xie Jingyuan calmed down inexplicably. He looked up at Chu Xinian and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is the prince?"
They still couldn't change this habit. Even though Yin Chenghao had been on the throne for some time, they still liked to call him the prince.
Chu Xinian always felt that Xie Jingyuan seemed to know something, but also seemed to know nothing. Seeing that he looked dazed, he simply pulled him up from his seat, put on his cloak, and led him out the door: "Let's go, there's nothing to do today, I'll take the general to the street to see, and by the way, see the excitement of the prince."
Jiuyong was on duty outside, and when he saw them go out, he wanted to follow them to protect them, but Xie Jingyuan ordered him to stay in the general's mansion, so he had to give up the idea.
It was already night, and Jiu Xiao, another trusted confidant of Xie Jingyuan, brought his men to exchange shifts with Jiu Yong, but he got the same answer as expected: "No need, I'll take the shift tonight."
Jiu Xiao thought he was weird. Who would like to stay up late at night? "Well, I'll come back tomorrow morning to exchange with you."
Jiuyong said little, just nodded, and then continued to patrol back and forth at the door. At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the treetops in the distance. He frowned and was about to shoot it with a stone, but saw that it was a frostbitten bird that fell to the ground, so he paused a beat later.
The soldier stepped forward to check: "Sir, it's an ordinary bird."
Jiuyong stepped forward, bent over, picked up the bird, and took a look. He found that it was still breathing, but its wings were injured and it couldn't fly. It was cold outside, and he saw a charcoal fire burning in the house. He hesitated for a moment, then lifted a corner of the curtain and threw the bird in.
Suddenly, an angry scream came from inside: "Ah! Who is throwing things around?"
Jiuyong’s body stiffened.
Skylark was making the bed inside, and the bird was suddenly thrown onto the blanket at her feet, which really scared her. She looked closely and found that it was a wounded bird.
"Oh, how pitiful."
Yun Que picked up the bird and held it in his palm, then opened the curtain and looked outside, only to see Jiu Yong standing outside in a daze, like a piece of wood. He frowned and snorted, "Did you throw it in?"
Jiuyong: “…”
Dead wood.
Skylark lowered the curtain and ignored him.
Opposite Wenxianglou was a restaurant. Chu Xinian naturally did not dare to take Xie Jingyuan to the brothel, but took him to a window seat on the upper floor of the restaurant, ordered the waiter to serve some dishes, then opened the window to observe, and finally pointed to the opposite street corner to show Xie Jingyuan: "General, look, the prince is there."
Yin Chenghao was still discovered by Zhang Yushi. But he firmly believed that as long as he refused to admit it, no one would be able to find him. He covered his face with his sleeves and hurriedly ran out of Wenxiang Tower, ready to find a place to hide.
Censor Zhang chased after him relentlessly, grabbed him, looked left and right, up and down, with a look of doubt and confusion, as if he looked familiar: "You... you..."
The prince covered his face with his sleeves and refused to put them down. He pushed him away in annoyance: "You got the wrong person! Get out of the way!"
Censor Zhang said, "I don't believe it! Put down your sleeves and let me see!"
The prince took down his sleeves and made a face at him: "What are you looking at? What are you looking at? I told you you got the wrong person. Go away! I have leprosy, don't touch me!"
Xie Jingyuan was sharp-eyed and realized that it was the censor Zhang Tiezui, who was notoriously difficult to deal with and got in the way: "How did the two of them meet?"
Chu Xinian curled his lips slightly and said, "The king of a country visited a brothel. If Censor Zhang saw it, how could he just ignore it?"
Xie Jingyuan didn't know why, so he didn't say anything. As the year was coming to an end, he saw the fireworks outside and Chu Xinian sitting opposite him. His heart suddenly softened for a moment, and he looked at him and whispered, "Even if I dreamed, I couldn't have imagined that there would be a scene like today..."
Chu Xinian held his hand and said, "Today's scene is very long, and every year, I am happy."
As soon as he finished speaking, clusters of fireworks suddenly exploded overhead, lighting up the endless streets of the capital. They almost drowned out the voices of the famous actors invited by the restaurant owner, but they were still faint and lingering:
"He taught me to let go of my remaining hatred, stop being coquettish, reform myself, change my character, stop lingering on the passing of time, turn back from the sea of suffering, and realize the truth as soon as possible..."
Xie Jingyuan closed his eyes and listened for a moment, then said to Chu Xinian: "It's "The Unicorn"
He looked at Chu Xinian deeply, unable to tell what kind of deep emotion was hidden in her eyes. It only made people feel that she was brighter than the thousands of lights outside.
Chu Xinian was unusually embarrassed and turned his head away: "Why are you looking at me?"
Xie Jingyuan shook his head and didn't answer: "Nothing, I was just wondering... How did you know that the prince was visiting a brothel?"
Chu Xinian paused holding the teacup when he heard that, and subconsciously raised his eyes, only to meet Xie Jingyuan's half-smile.
Chu Xinian still wanted to argue: "I..."
Xie Jingyuan seemed to have known the reason for a long time. He chuckled and interrupted him: "Stop making up lies to fool this general. That old man Mei Fengchen racked his brains to recruit you into the Mingjing Division, but you ignored him and wanted to write that stupid book. If he knew about it, wouldn't he be furious?"
Chu Xinian smiled and said, "General, you don't know that the writing in this book is full of elegance and elegance, and it is very interesting to write about it."
Xie Jingyuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "For example?"
Chu Xinian: "For example? For example, if I were to write down my life story, I would definitely include the general in it."
Xie Jingyuan came over with great interest: "How to write it?"
Naturally, it is written into the rest of my life...
Chu Xinian said nothing. Seeing the lively fireworks below, he simply dragged Xie Jingyuan downstairs to join in the fun on the street. In a trance, he seemed to hear the system beep.
Ding, please pay attention, the villain's blackness has dropped to 0. Congratulations on successfully completing the task and receiving a rebirth reward.
Chu Xinian paused, and saw a diamond quietly appearing before his eyes, shining brighter under the surrounding lights.
At that time, Xie Jingyuan still had 20 degrees of blackening left.
After the death of Emperor Yan, it was reduced to 10.
Zhou Wenchen committed suicide and his rank was reduced to 2.
Now, the 2 is finally clean.
The system thought of the lesson from the previous interface and did not teleport Chu Xinian back directly. Instead, it hummed and asked reluctantly: Dear host, congratulations on getting a chance to be reborn. You can choose to stay in this interface or return to the real world. Please make your choice.
Chu Xinian had thought about this question a long time ago. He was not an indecisive person, nor was he indecisive, but he rarely failed to make a decision.
He remembered something his grandfather had said to him before.
Never be bound by the outside world in your life, you are born to be yourself. Although you cannot give up your relatives, their wishes will never change. Only when you are happy will they be happy.
Many years ago, Mr. Chu once told Chu Xinian that he was destined to face a great disaster, but it was like neither life nor death. It was a sign of being reborn after being put to death.
Chu Xinian didn't really believe it, but even if he did, he would just face death calmly and do more meaningful things in the limited time.
"I… "
Chu Xi closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, and finally uttered those two words slowly:
"Leave… "
He was always worried, worried about Xie Jingyuan, and worried about the crown prince. The ending had already been rewritten, but he would always protect them until they were safe and sound until the end.
Mr. Chu has a carefree personality, so he probably won't mind. He also has several filial disciples who can take care of him in his old age, so he won't have to worry too much.
The system was not surprised by his choice. It flew to Chu Xinian's side and gently touched him as if completing some kind of farewell ceremony, feeling sad that it had lost more than half of its points for no reason:
The villain's blackness has been successfully cleared, congratulations on your successful rescue
The system has been successfully untied. I wish you a pleasant journey. The system is dedicated to serving you~
Chu Xinian paused after hearing this: "Little... King Kong?"
Oops! Oops! I accidentally revealed my name!
The system was shocked and quickly denied: No no no, no no no, you heard it wrong
Chu Xinian's expression was subtle: "Your name is Xiao Jin Gang?"
The system had already packed up and was ready to run, but Chu Xinian said a little later: "This name... is quite interesting, it means good fortune."
It's quite funny too.
The system heard his subtext and snorted heavily: Do you want this blessing? !
Chu Sanba!
Chu Xinian didn't know that it was cursing itself in its heart, otherwise it would never have been so kind as to show it the way. He smiled and said, "Do you want to find the next host? I'll tell you a candidate."
The system immediately came over and said: Let me hear it.
Chu Xinian lowered his voice and said a few words to it. At the end, he made a summary and said maliciously: He owes a lot of debts. If you can take him to another world, he will definitely be grateful to you.
The system was so moved that it burst into tears: "Thank you, you are such a kind person, I will report this to the executive officer right away! Goodbye, dear host!"
It turned and flew away, its shining body gradually disappeared into the sky, and flew far out of the city. But a tall stone tablet was seen standing outside, covered with snow. One of the characters was particularly eye-catching, because it was engraved with the name of the current emperor and the name of the Great Yan God of War.
The owner of the other name did not originally belong to this dynasty, but by some accident, he left his own mark in this way.
Xie Jingyuan, Yin Chenghao, Chu Xinian…
The system blew away the falling snow, leaned in and stared at it for a long time, then flew away with a snort. Nothing was as nice as its name!
Chu Xinian and Xie Jingyuan walked hand in hand on the street. Chu Xinian glanced towards the city gate as if he had some feeling, and did not look away for a long time. Seeing this, Xie Jingyuan deliberately asked, "Why, are you missing your sweetheart?"
"It's right in front of you, what are you thinking about."
Chu Xinian smiled and said, "I was just thinking that the word 'Lanting' is a good choice. It sounds like a good name."
Xie Jingyuan snorted when he heard this, and suppressed the smile on his lips: "You have good taste."