In Wuyi Lane on the south bank of Qinhuai River, an old man walked out of the house, accompanied by a woman in her forties in her exquisitely dressed woman, followed by four black-clad servants.

Looking at the scene opposite the river bank, the old man said as he walked: "The scenery of the prosperous sun in the city is better than one year, and I really can't get tired of seeing it."

The woman beside her saw the brilliance reflected in the old man's turbid eyes and said with a smile: "Without the master's hard work day and night, how could he be like today in Jiangning City?"

The old man turned a deaf ear to the woman's compliment and walked slowly onto the Suzaku Bridge, catching the scenery on the Qinhuai River and the streets along the bank. The old man sighed and said softly: "With the prosperity of this prosperous era, there are so many undercurrents underneath, which is unknown."

The old man said, looking back and continued, "There are all the fireworks in the city, and the sufferings of the people outside the city are known. This prosperous scene is gorgeous and unreal. Lord Zhao of Runzhou sent someone to ask me if the three religions and the nine ancestral families in the city have been safe recently.

Manichaeism has been very active recently. I am afraid that Huashigang in Huai'an is robbed and cannot be separated from it. However, the emperor does not pursue the matter, and the Runzhou Yamen is unwilling to put in too much effort. However, several adults in Hangzhou are very concerned about this and want to investigate it to the end. It is strange."

The woman who has lived with the elderly for more than ten years knows that the elderly are thinking about something important, but just looks at the scenery on the other side and does not disturb the elderly who are talking to themselves.

After standing on the bridge for half an hour, the old man's eyes lit up, and his worries were relieved in one breath. Then he laughed a few times and walked towards the other side of the river with great energy.

On Hexing Street, far from the other side of the Zhuque Bridge, Xu Ziling and the other two were walking shoulder to shoulder on the bustling street. Xu Ziling is on the left, Ye Qingzhu is in the middle, and Ye Qinghe is on the right.

Along the way, Xu Ziling, who knew nothing about her daughter's house, could not speak for a while as she listened to the two sisters pointing at the scenery along the coast or objects on the street.

Qingzhu, who was delicate, discovered Xu Ziling's situation and occasionally asked him some dispensable questions to alleviate his embarrassment. Ye Qinghe never said a word to Xu Ziling from beginning to end. Sometimes when she had eyes, she would open her eyes wide and glar at him.

Xu Ziling had no choice but to do anything about this. Under the circumstances, he was just for self-defense. However, he also knew that the weight of his kick was too great for a girl, and being held in grudge was also the result of love.

After walking dozens of steps forward, I saw a red tower escort many people. It turned out that a red card was throwing a flower ball on Cuiyu Tower. It was said that the woman was one of the top ten leaders of Cuiyu Tower, which attracted the attention of the people blocking the door.

However, it is not anyone who receives the flower ball and can enjoy the spring breeze with the beauty. If it is not a famous, status, or talented person, after receiving the flower ball, he will often be welcomed into the building and given a lot of money to pretend to be lingering with the beauty overnight, but in fact he will stay alone in the room until dawn. This is also the unspoken rule in the industry.

As he was walking, Xu Ziling suddenly heard Ye Qinghe say, "Hey, the surname Xu, why don't you go and grab that flower ball?"

Xu Ziling said lightly: "If you don't go, you will go."

Regardless of Xu Ziling, Ye Qinghe smiled sly, let go of her hand holding her sister, and ran downstairs with red and green light.

Ye Qingzhu smiled helplessly at Xu Ziling, but she was not convenient to follow her. After all, there were men around the downstairs.

When everyone downstairs saw a woman coming up, circling around, and talking to her for a while.

"Which woman is you? Why are you shameless and come to this place for something?"

"I think you are not married yet, so how can you come out to stroll alone? What's going on with the elders in your family, and you don't discipline them strictly."

"Leave quickly and don't be embarrassed here."

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Listening to everyone's fingers at him, Ye Qinghe ignored him, raised her head and said loudly: "Don't you care about your business! Can't I help my brother grab it?" He said and pointed at Xu Ziling.

A man dressed in a white robe next to him, dressed in a literary man heard this and shouted: "It's really a disgrace to be gentle. How can a sister fight for her brother in such a romantic affairs?"

Ye Qinghe glanced at him and ignored him, but looked up at the beautiful woman holding a flower ball upstairs, looking excited. The man next to him was so angry that he stamped his feet when he saw her ignoring her.

Xu Ziling also saw Ye Qinghe's actions and felt that she was malicious and was about to walk up to inquire about the situation.

At this moment, the crowd exclaimed, and the woman upstairs threw the flower ball down and landed straight to the center of the crowd.

Due to the numerous people and mixed hands, no one wants to see the flower ball snatched away by others, which leads to the flower ball being thrown around in the crowd.

In this situation, even the scholar lost his demeanor and rolled up his sleeves to grab it. Whenever someone was about to touch the flower ball, he was slapped away by the person next to him and fell into the next round of competition.

A scholar was repeatedly knocked away by a flower ball that was so close to him. He was furious for a moment and raised his leg and kicked the flower ball to a height of three feet.

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they looked at the flower balls in the sky. Then someone scolded the scholar for not understanding the rules, and the woman upstairs could see clearly and was a little angry with the scholar's behavior.

Grabbing the flower ball is always only allowed to use hands. The scholar's behavior suddenly aroused public anger and was pushed to the periphery by everyone.

Ye Qinghe, who was outside the crowd, was always staring at the flower ball. When she saw the flower ball flying into the air, she was delighted. When she saw Xu Ziling coming over, she immediately got up and jumped, and stepped on his shoulder.

Xu Ziling never expected her to make a sudden move, but she felt her shoulder sinking and let Ye Qinghe step on her left foot. He was afraid that she would cheat, so he shook his shoulder hard, trying to shake her down.

Suddenly, Ye Qinghe laughed and said, "Thank you." Then he kicked hard.

Xu Ziling immediately staggered back a few steps, but saw Ye Qinghe flying out.

Everyone staring at the flower balls in the air, suddenly saw a slender figure rushing up the air, grabbed the flower balls, and landed on the terrace on the second floor, which happened to be next to the woman.

Everyone was in an uproar and shouted to throw the flower ball again. The gorgeous woman was also a little angry when she saw a girl snatching the flower ball. The girl said a few words in her ear. The woman's anger dissipated a lot, but she was still a little unhappy.

Then everyone upstairs entered the house. Half of the old Xu girl opened the door and walked out. She ignored everyone's dissatisfaction and announced the end of the event. Finally, she said, "I'll invite Xu Ziling and Mr. Xu to come in."

"There is no reason why a woman grabs the flower ball? Isn't this Qingyu Tower going to open?"

"It's really outrageous, I've been waiting for a long time in vain."

"Who is Xu Ziling? The girl's brother just now?"

"I think it's true that if my sister comes out and shows up in public, I'm sure she's not a good person."

Listening to these scholars following the crowd, Xu Ziling had a headache. He was afraid that Ye Qinghe would ruin his reputation, so he hurried into the building.

When he entered the building, he heard Ye Qinghe say, "Sister Yan'er, my brother is so nice. He treats beautiful women very gentle. He is very rich. Every woman who has had a spring night with him can't afford a reward of more than a thousand taels."

"Enough!" Xu Ziling, who could not bear it, whispered.

Ye Qinghe felt that she had said almost the same thing, so she left a sentence, "Sister Yan'er, treat my brother well" and ran out.

Xu Ziling turned around and was about to follow, but heard a glutinous voice coming from behind: "Young Master Xu, please stay."

Xu Ziling turned around when he heard the voice. It was the woman upstairs who had been on the floor. He looked at him with a charming look. It was obviously because Ye Qinghe said it was quite moved.

In desperation, Xu Ziling, who was embarrassed, had to explain his relationship with Ye Qinghe to her. The woman who learned the truth changed a few times, but said, "It's okay, even if the young master has no money, I will volunteer to serve the young master."

Xu Ziling looked dark: "It's not a matter of money."

The woman's face was filled with desolate expressions, tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes, and she said sadly: "That is to dislike the body of the broken flowers and willows of my family. As for my identity, I am just insulting the young master."

Although Xu Ziling knew a lot of things in the world, he didn't understand the scenes in the world. Seeing the woman's sad face, he thought the woman was really crying. He didn't know how to comfort her for a moment, but just stayed there.

It took a while.

The woman looked at the boy's face as if he was fake, and she burst into tears and smiled: "Silly brother, why are you so stupid? My sister can't bear to lie to you. I just told you. The girl gave me five hundred taels of silver notes, asking me to find a way to destroy your child's body."

Upon hearing this, Xu Ziling woke up with a dream. He was stunned for a while and hugged the woman and said, "Sister Xie told the truth, then I will say goodbye first."

The woman smiled and nodded: "Go."

Xu Ziling turned around and left.

After leaving Cuiyu Building, Xu Ziling looked around and saw the two sisters eating pastries in a pastry shop and ran straight over.

"How could there be a disciple like you in the Emei Sect?"

Listening to the familiar voice behind him, Ye Qinghe was a little surprised and continued to select a variety of pastries, and hummed while picking: "I haven't said that I am a disciple of the Emei Sect."

"Then where did you learn the Emei technique?"

Ye Qinghe didn't answer, but saw Ye Qingzhu turn around, reach out and hand Xu Ziling a piece of pastry, and chuckled and said, "Sister is a relatively special disciple of the Emei Sect. You are not allowed to call yourself an Emei disciple outside the mountain gate."

After taking the pastry and putting it in his mouth, Xu Ziling was a little puzzled and asked while eating, "Why?"

Seeing that he had eaten the whole piece of pastry for two bites, Ye Qingzhu turned around and handed it to him. After hearing his inquiry, he explained: "It's just that my sister is too arrogant. The head of Emei is afraid that she will insult Emei's reputation and make her not be able to call herself a disciple of the Emei Sect outside the mountain gate."

Ye Qinghe, who was eating pastries, heard her sister telling her secret, and turned around and pinched her: "What kind of ecstasy soup did the man surnamed Xu feed you? Why did you tell him everything?"

Ye Qingzhu let out a light cry, took away the hand that her sister placed on her waist, and said, "Young Master Xu is not a bad person, so he won't talk nonsense."

Xu Ziling nodded and said, "No wonder, my master once told me that the Emei School practices both Taoism and Buddhism, emphasizes the integration of teachings and Taoism, and practices both concentration and wisdom. It pays great attention to the cultivation of mind and nature. How could it accept your sister, a group of disciples who act casually? So that's it."

Ye Qinghe heard the ridicule in Xu Ziling's words, but she was not angry and seemed to be used to it.

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The three of them ate some pastries and walked along the Qinhuai River to the South Street.

Xu Ziling was looking at the scenery around him when suddenly a year-old voice came: "Young Master Xu is also here to see this Mid-Autumn night scene."
Chapter completed!