Young man, please stay

Chapter 85 Chang Le Gong

There are always many things that go wrong in the world.

The assassin girl never knew that the small wooden sculpture she used to miss her "boyfriend" was mistaken by the emperor for his sister's Mr. Horn.

Princess Qingli would never have imagined that her sister would treat her as a slightly perverted nympho just after taking a bath in a hot spring in the middle of the night.

Although both are indeed used to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

Coincidentally, in Jingzhou Mansion, Qin Lang also had some harmless misunderstandings.

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"Zhuo Beibei! Give me back Qin's reputation!"

"Tch...your reputation isn't very good to begin with..."

"That's better than now!"

Qin Lang held the copy booklet of "Feng Qiu Huang" with one hand and typed on it with the other hand:

"It was agreed upon, Mr. Chang Le! What is this? Why did it become 'Taste' Le Gong!"

"Oh, that's almost it."

"One word difference makes a world of difference!"

Chang Legong sounds a bit chic at least, and even if it sounds good, he also sounds a bit bohemian.

But what is "Chang Le Gong"?
  What to try?
  What to enjoy?
  "Be content with one's content and always be happy" is somewhat reasonable, but "be content with one's content and enjoy the pleasure" is absolutely abnormal.

Even if outsiders don't know the origin, just the word "taste the joy" is enough to make people think.

"I accidentally wrote the wrong letter to Wen Xue."

"..."

"Besides, Mr. Changle is not a fictional character, nor is he yourself. Why are you so anxious?"

……

These are all trivial matters. For the sect leader, the most important thing at the moment is that Qin Lang is still writing and drawing at the table and does not go to bed to sleep with her. This is the most outrageous thing.

……

"Qin Lang Qin Lang."

Zhuo Beibei's eyes were darting wildly, and he hummed and patted the quilt with his little hands:

"It's time to turn out the lights, come in quickly."

"Don't come in, busy."

If you taste Le Gong, just taste Le Gong. Maybe outsiders will not think too deeply about it. The most important thing for Qin Lang now is to prepare the second step of the revitalization plan of Ningxiang Pavilion with his left hand.

A Zhuanlou Gong, a "Feng Qiu Huang", a Pinellia girl are just the first step.

In the second step, Qin Lang needs to create a "platform" or "environment" to more easily replicate this model.

dang dang-

"Who?"

Someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night. Qin Lang frowned slightly, and Zhuo Beibei also frowned slightly.

squeak-

"Qin Lang~"

The person who pushed open the door was Nan Lingyue, the goddess of Tianhe Sect. Qin Lang's brows relaxed, while Zhuo Beibei's brows furrowed deeper.

But it was only subconsciously. After all, Zhuo Beibei regarded this apprentice as his daughter. He was relieved for a moment, huddled in the bed and looked at the two people silently.

"I guess you haven't slept yet, so I brought you a midnight snack."

Nan Lingyue placed a bowl of noodles on the table. As soon as he put his front feet down, he gasped for air and raised his hands.

"His ha...his ha..."

"Is it hot?"

Qin Lang was a little amused, so he naturally took her hand, held her fingers in his palm and blew twice:
  "It seems like you have no experience doing this kind of thing. At least wrap it in a towel or use a tray."

"I didn't feel it was hot when I first picked it up... then it became more and more hot..."

Nan Lingyue murmured, feeling his slightly rough hands wrapping his tender little hands. The fingertips were no longer hot, but his face and heart were a little hot.

"It's okay to let Xuan'er do this kind of thing."

"Oh, aren't you worried that Xuan'er will get burned too?"

"She's been waiting for you, isn't she? She has experience and won't be clumsy."

"Humph, am I just clumsy?"

Nan Lingyue was not convinced, so he took advantage of the conversation and before the blush on his face became more and more obvious, he took his hands out of Qin Lang's palms, spread his fingers and made gestures:
  "Look~ you're so flexible~"

"..."

"What's the expression? Oh, there are also feet. My feet are also very flexible~"    "Ahem..."

Qin Lang's heart moved inexplicably, and he coughed uncomfortably:
  "real or fake…"

"Of course it's true. I learned external skills from my master. What we're best at are kicks and kicks, such as "Soul Step" and "Bone-Splitting Legs". If you don't believe me, I'll show you a few moves. …”

Nan Lingyue sat down at the table and was about to take off his embroidered shoes when he suddenly heard a light cough coming from the bedside.

"Ahem...!"

"?"

Nan Lingyue was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized:
  "Oh, Master, are you still awake?"

"If Qin Lang doesn't sleep, how can I sleep?"

"Yes."

……

There was a lamp like a bean in the room, and the warm yellow light swayed gently. Qin Lang felt someone's gaze staring at him behind him, and felt a little guilty, so he decided to eat noodles first.

The noodles are plain noodles with a runny yellow soft-boiled egg, which is Yangchun noodles. Qin Lang took a bite and found a delicious taste besides chopped green onion and soy sauce.

"Cooked in chicken soup?"

"what…"

Nan Ling's bigger eyes blinked:
  "Is your tongue so powerful?"

"It's better than ordinary people."

After living in Tianshan for twenty years, senior sister raised Qin Lang for the first few years, and Qin Lang raised senior sister for more than ten years. Now she can be regarded as a semi-professional cook, and her tongue is naturally better than ordinary people.

But it's a coincidence that Qin Lang has a powerful tongue and Nan Lingyue has nimble feet. Could it be a kind of fate...?
  ……

Of course, this somewhat boring thought only flashed through Qin Lang's mind, and then he didn't dare to think about it any more, otherwise he would really become a "Tang Le Gong".

……

Qin Lang ate two chopsticks and stopped to look at Nan Lingyue:
  "You did it?"

"Of course!"

Nan Lingyue's twin ponytails shook proudly:
  "The cooks are busy, so I found a small stove to cook. Is it okay?"

"Yes, it would be even better if you add a spoonful of lard. This Yangchun Noodle needs some lard."

Nan Lingyue tilted his head:
  "Do you know how to cook?"

"Understood."

"Oh…"

Nan Lingyue suddenly remembered Qin Lang's small house in Qingniugang. When Princess Qingli was with him, he should have cooked for her every day...

"Qin Lang, why don't you show off your hands some other time?"

"no problem."

This is no big deal, Qin Lang readily agreed:

"If you like it, I'll feed it to you every day."

"Really?"

Nan Lingyue was overjoyed, but then shook his head:
  "Forget it, it's hard for you to make suggestions for Ningxiang Pavilion. I can't help you much. From now on, I'll feed you every day."

"It's okay to do harm, it doesn't matter."

Qin Lang had already regarded Nan Lingyue as a friend, so he smiled without any extra courtesy:
  "When we have free time, we will feed each other every now and then, so we can compare our skills."

"Um…"

Nan Lingyue pondered for a moment, and while watching Qin Lang eating noodles, his tone became calmer:

"Qin Lang, thank you."

"Ok?"

Qin Lang raised his eyes:

"Is it because of the incident at Ningxiang Pavilion?"

"Including, everything I have done since I met you, such as saving Xuan'er and standing up for me, thank you for everything."

"Why are you so polite? You and Xuan'er saved me twice, so what's my little repayment?"

"Sigh... Mainly because seeing how powerful you are, sometimes I wonder, what will I do if I don't have you one day..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang understood that the young saint was worried about her ability to manage the sect in the future.

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(End of this chapter)