Young man, please stay

Chapter 73 Making suggestions (Part )

Ningxiang Pavilion, east backyard, in the room of the saint of Tianhe Sect.

"Master...is it really you, Master!"

"Okay, okay...I haven't seen each other for so many years, but I'm still surprised...Humph~ I miss you, right~"

"Think!...wuwu...master..."

"Tsk, silly kid, why are you crying..."

……

Just listening to the conversation in the room, it was undoubtedly a heartwarming mother-daughter reunion scene.

It's just that the voices of "mother" and "daughter" seem to be completely reversed. "Mother" has a babyish voice, while "daughter"'s voice is relatively crisp, so it feels a bit inconsistent.

……

"Master, last time I saw you, you were still a beautiful girl. Why now..."

"Isn't this seat beautiful now?"

"Beautiful, beautiful, master, from head to toe, she is always beautiful~"

"Hmph... Forget about the feet, no matter how beautiful they are, it's useless. They're not some pervert..."

"Huh? What?"

"No...nothing..."

……

At the entrance of the east courtyard, Qin Lang looked at the flickering candlelight in the room and the figures of mother and daughter... uh... master and apprentice, one big and one small, and actually felt quite warm.

Wandering in the world, what is really rare is often not anecdotes, but seemingly ordinary family reunions and lovers staying together.

Qin Lang did not disturb the master and apprentice, and walked silently to his room in the west courtyard.

"?"

Passing by the small bamboo forest, Qin Lang saw an acquaintance sitting in front of the stone table, holding his chin with one hand, staring at the bright moon in the sky, a little dazed.

"It's cold at night, won't Miss Wen Yue go back to her room to rest?"

"Master Qin?"

Wen Yue turned her head in shock, then chuckled:
  "It turns out that Mr. Qin is also confused sometimes."

"Ok?"

Qin Lang sat down opposite her:
  "Why are you confused?"

"At night, when Ningxiang Pavilion is doing business, how can Wen Yue rest?"

"That's right..."

Qin Lang smiled honestly:
  "But I see that you have a good relationship with the manager. Have you applied for a break now? Like Zhuo Beibei?"

"Mr...Mr., you..."

Wen Yue was shocked. How could she be like Zhuo Beibei? Zhuo Beibei only...

Eh? !

Could it be that Young Master also wants to break his own skin?
  "Qin... Mr. Qin!"

"Ah?...Here!"

Qin Lang didn't know what was going on, but the girl Wen Yue in front of him suddenly stood up, her lips pursed tightly, her cheeks were red, but her eyebrows looked resolute and unyielding:

"Wen Yue was abandoned by her parents since she was a child. She was picked up by Ningxiang Pavilion and has been working as a servant ever since..."

"?"

"It's not that Wen Yue thinks she's arrogant, but she relies entirely on the pity of the owner and sister, so whether she's accompanying wine, singing, or dancing, Wen Yue never lets a man touch her..."

"???"

"Although...although Mr. Qin is indeed different from the men Wen Yue has met before, but..."

"Stop, stop."

Qin Lang interrupted her by holding his forehead:

"Girl, there's something. Actually, I wanted to say it last time when you called Zhuo Beibei to serve me..."

"What's the matter?"

"It's just your little brain... sometimes your imagination or association ability is too strong?"

"Imagine..."

Wen Yue is indeed thoughtful, but she is also smart. As soon as Qin Lang said it, she immediately reacted:

"Could it be that Wen Yue misunderstood the young master? The young master didn't want to defeat Wen Yue?" "Breaking... what?"

Qin Lang couldn't laugh or cry:

"What kind of melon is it? Pumpkin and winter melon? Doesn't it taste delicious when boiled into soup? Why break it?"

"Young Master is teasing me again..."

And pumpkin and winter melon...

Aren’t Wenyue’s melons more fragrant than these...

Wen Yue pouted slightly, feeling that Qin Lang was pretending to be stupid on purpose, let alone herself. At least Zhuo Beibei's melons must be delicious to Qin Lang.

In fact, Qin Lang was so disturbed by Wen Yue's words that a certain sect leader's little white melon actually appeared in his mind. He quickly shook his head to get rid of this inexplicable thought and changed the topic:
  "Since you didn't ask for leave, Miss Wenyue, why didn't you pick up the guests?"

"Well...Actually, the manager saw that I was injured, so..."

"Injuried?"

Qin Lang frowned:

"Is someone causing trouble again?"

"No, the leader of the Tianhe Sect showed up during the day. Everyone in Jingzhou Mansion is talking about it. Who dares to cause trouble?"

Wen Yue said, showing a finger wrapped in a strip of cloth:

"The owner of the hall asked the girls from the Ningxiang Hall to learn the piano. I am too stupid and the handle of the strings was scratched. I can only wait until tomorrow to continue."

"Will you be okay tomorrow?"

Wen Yue has no martial arts skills and has thin skin and tender flesh. Qin Lang doesn't think this wound will heal tomorrow.

"That's almost enough. The main thing is to keep up with Ting Yuxuan quickly, otherwise..."

Wen Yue said with a sad look in her eyes:
  "...There are rumors about sisters in the pavilion. If the Ningxiang Pavilion continues to be suppressed by Ting Yuxuan, it may only be able to reduce the proportion of servants..."

"..."

Isn't reducing the ratio of servants to servants a disguised form of "forcing girls into prostitution" inside the Ningxiang Pavilion?

Qin Lang believed that Tianhe Sect was able to accept so many displaced and miserable women, but it would be impossible for Ningxiang Hall to do such a thing now.

If it really reaches a certain point, it may mean that the buildings are demolished and the power of Ningxiang Pavilion and Tianhe Sect is greatly reduced.

At that time, the girls will just take their savings over the years to find another way out, and it will not be like before because of the war, which is a matter of life and death.

Of course, if possible, Qin Lang would obviously not let Ningxiang Pavilion go into decline.

"In fact, there is no rush to learn this piano, and there is no need to deliberately imitate Ting Yuxuan's routine. Wen Yue, if you do this, call the owner of the hall to the saint's room. I have some suggestions for the future development of Ningxiang Hall. I want to tell her."

"Good son."

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The owner of Ningxiang Pavilion is named Wen Xue.

Qin Lang suspected that Wen Yue's name should have been given by her after she was picked up by Ningxiang Pavilion.

Wen Xue is a woman who looks more beautiful than Youshi, but her temperament is not as "fairy" as Ting Yuxuan's Youshi.

To put it bluntly, I'm not very good at pretending.

And this point, after Qin Lang compared the girls in Tingyuxuan and Ningxiang Pavilion, he found that it was a common phenomenon.

……

"Master Wen, now everyone is aware of the situation in the Ningxiang Hall. Seeing that Master Wen is also actively thinking about changing and surviving, can you tell the Saint and me your thoughts?"

"Ok."

In Nan Lingyue's room, Wen Yue was a little nervous when facing the saint and her male attendant.

However, after taking a somewhat surprised look at Zhuo Beibei, who was sitting next to the saint's bed, eating a plate of hawthorn cake, Wen Yue's nervousness eased a lot.

After all, even a handyman could listen in, so the occasion felt less solemn.

"In recent years, customers have become more and more fond of girls with 'connotation'. In this regard, whether it is music, chess, calligraphy, painting or poetry, Ting Yuxuan has always been far ahead, so I thought, let's condense the fragrance The girls in the hotel are not stupid either. If they practice hard in this area, they can later adapt the decoration to Tingyuxuan’s style to cater to the tastes of current guests..."

"Um…"

Nan Lingyue nodded while listening, but his face twisted and he found that Qin Lang was listening and shaking his head.

"Qin Lang, is there any problem?"

"Have."

Qin Lang's serious eyes accidentally fell on the snow-white collar of Wenxue Pavilion Master:

"And it's big..."

(End of this chapter)