Lin Ze didn't ask why they came to him.
He just took the porridge aside, cleared the table, and poured them tea.
Shen Yinqiu took the tea and thanked him, "I'm sorry to bother you with breakfast.
Are you feeling better?
Why are there no waiters here?"
"No need to disturb, thank you for your concern, Miss.
Wan Brother's treatment has made my lower body well.
The boy will come over every half an hour.
Someone will be waiting for me.
Thank you."
Lin Ze waved his hand and suppressed the expression on his face.
Panic, trying hard to calm down.
Shen Yinqiu didn't know why he was panicking.
They wouldn't be aggressive and oppressive.
But she felt that Lin Ze wanted to be a calm and calm person, but he still felt a little nervous when meeting people.
She attributed all this to his previous experience, which was so miserable that he was burned as a monster because he liked men.
Shen Yinqiu asked: "Master Lin, isn't he from Dali?"
"Yes, he is from Dali."
Lin Ze nodded.
"Well, did you grow up in Linlang Town?"
Shen Yinqiu felt that if he grew up in the town, the villagers would know more about it.
Even if they agreed to burn Linze, they would not be so excited.
"Ah, no, they are from Dali Zhangcheng Town, which is far away from here."
Lin Ze explained.
Shen Yinqiu was just about to ask why Na appeared in Linlang Town, but when he remembered that she was not interrogating a prisoner, he stopped asking and changed the question: "So after you recover, where are you going to go?
You can't stay in Linlang Town anymore."
Come on."
Lin Ze looked sad, "Well, I can't stay any longer.
In fact, I came here to find someone, but I never found him.
Then I met him."
He stopped abruptly and was silent for a moment before continuing: "I'd better wait until July next year."
Come again."
"Can I ask the reason next July?"
Shen Yinqiu asked.
"Ahem, isn't it time to elect a new alliance leader?
He should be here."
When Lin Ze spoke, there was contemplation in his brows, and he was not sure about it.
Shen Yinqiu thought that in her current situation, she couldn't help anyone even if she wanted to, and it would be useless to ask too many questions.
After sitting for a while, she stood up and left.
After all, if he sat down again, his porridge would be cold, although maybe it should It's already cold.
At this time, Wan Bai suddenly said: "Stretch out your hand and take your pulse."
Lin Ze groaned twice, rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand to feel Wan Bai's pulse.
Wan Bai looked at his fair arms and saw that they had never done heavy work and lacked exercise.
They were delicate and dazzling.
Does he still look like a man?
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And he was so tall that no one would doubt that he was a boy even if he changed into a skirt.
Especially at this time, he looked a little panicked.
He was born of the wrong gender and should be a girl.
He would definitely be attracted by him.
Rather than seduce them now, Qingye and Madam Young Master Lin Ze was a little embarrassed by his blank stare.
He could clearly feel the warning and hostility, but he really had no intention of that Qingye girl.
Didn't they all know that he liked men?
Why.
Lin Ze sighed inwardly and could only avoid Wan Bai's scrutiny.
"It's still weak, you can figure it out yourself."
Wan Bai retracted his hand and said.
Shen Yinqiu was speechless, but Wan Bai said this, it shouldn't be a big problem.
They were completely fine here, and they were embarrassed to continue to stay here.
After Lin Ze sent them out, his eyes dimmed and he returned to the table, slowly eating the cold white porridge.
It is interesting that the imperial prince Wan Qiyan, the second daughter of the left prime minister Shen Yinqiu, the martial arts doctor Bai Xiaosheng, and the killer Wu Cun all appeared in Linlang Villa, and the servants in the village called them Young Master.
Shen Yinqiu returned to the courtyard where everyone gathered yesterday.
The weather was sunny and snowy.
Wan Bai sat under the eaves and sorted out his medicinal materials.
He often picked them up, smelled them and put them back.
Without Mo Shaogong, it was quiet.
It's a bit unaccustomed.
But when Wanbai was getting the medicinal ingredients, he could concentrate as much as he wanted.
Aoye was always sullen and indifferent.
It was hard to tell whether he was used to it or not, but his attitude was mostly casual and indifferent.
So only Shen Yinqiu feels the strongest.
Boredom is not terrible, but what is terrible is that there is nothing to kill time.
No, she couldn't stay any longer.
Shen Yinqiu got up and called the boys outside the yard and asked them to pick up a piano and bring it over.
Qingye and Wanbai both looked at her.
She touched her nose and asked, "Will it disturb you if I play the piano?"
Aoba shrugged and shook his head.
Wan Bai said: "It's OK to be a little gentle and soothing."
Shen Yinqiu thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
After a while, a boy came over with the piano in his arms.
Shen Yinqiu took it and placed it on the piano table in the room.
She looked at the piano.
Of course it was not a secret, but it was still a piano that everyone would praise.
Damn it, she doesn't even understand now how many treasures there are in the villa, including a library of weapons and musical instruments, and others.
It's a bit scary.
It can be seen from this that Wan Qiyan should not be short of money, but why did he still take her money away?
No, she gave it to him as a bargaining chip for cooperation.
Now that I think about it, that bargaining chip is too insignificant.
The only Tianji Qin is priceless in the market.
If it is put up for auction, the price may be higher than her hundreds of thousands of taels.
Just get a few of the things in this villa and give them away.
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And Wan Qiyan said that except for weapons, it is not him.
He got it, and the rest were from his collection.
Although she is not short of money now, it is the money her mother gave her.
Should she go to study business to earn it back?
She will make a fortune after losing money.
Shen Yinqiu put aside these distracting thoughts in her heart.
When had she been so worried about money?
She had never worried so much when she was in embarrassment.
She patted her sleeves, crossed her legs in front of the piano table, and touched the strings with her fingers, one by one, like a whisper in her lover's ear.
Shen Yinqiu tried a few sounds, and the sound was very good, no worse than her Phoenix Tail Qin, but she didn't bring it out.
Wanbai and Aoye saw her audition, but they didn't feel anything.
After all, it was single and intermittent.
Only Aoye knew that she played the piano very well.
As soon as Shen Yinqiu entered the state, the music score automatically appeared in her mind.
Because Wan Bai said that she wanted a relaxing and soothing song, she chose a requiem.
After hearing a few notes played by Shen Yinqiu, Wan Bai was puzzled for a while, then turned around and continued to work on his medicinal materials.
His requirements were not high, as long as it was not difficult to hear and tortured his ears, he could bear it.
Shen Yinqiu may not have played the piano for a long time, and this piece of music was supposed to be the first to move her fingers, but except for herself, the other two didn't notice anything was wrong, which was a bit boring.
However, she had changed the music score of the Requiem, which made it feel like a summer afternoon.
Even if the cicadas kept screaming, it would not make people feel noisy and comfortable.
There is also the pure and constant gurgling of the water in the mountains, and the occasional swaying dogtail grass, which makes my heart feel itchy.
Even Qingye's expression became a little more vivid.
He sat on the chair and propped up his chin to look at Shen Yinqiu.
Shen Yinqiu has always been a vegetarian when it comes to requiem for the soul.
She has even secretly listened to funeral songs because she did not put a definition on the music.
In her opinion, as long as it suits the mood, it is fine, whether it is a funeral song or a requiem.
The song does not mean that it can only be played to the dead.
After the song ended, Shen Yinqiu looked up to see their reactions, but there was no reaction.
Her eyes were blank for a moment, probably because she had received too much compliments before, and she was a little embarrassed to be so calm this time.
Seeing that they were not disturbed, Shen Yinqiu felt relieved and began to ponder the music score that he had thought of before.
He had a great time playing the piano alone.
But as the servant came to treat them to a meal at noon, Shen Yinqiu thought of Wan Qiyan, and looked at the sky outside where light snow fell intermittently.
She tilted her head and asked Qingye, "They will be fine, right?"
Qingye nodded, "Don't worry, young lady, the master will be fine."
Qingye's affirmation gave Shen Yinqiu some confidence.
After a self-examination, Wan Qiyan always said that she didn't like him.
When she thought about it, she seemed to be too involved in playing the piano and didn't think of him.
Did she like him or not?
Why did she kiss him?
Maybe it was because he was good-looking.
Hiss, this realization is too scary, she must stop, otherwise she will complain to herself.
Shan Wujing is also very busy as the leader of the martial arts alliance.
No one knows what he is busy with.
Today, when Wan Qiyan and the others left, he planned to stay in the villa, but he was called away due to urgent matters.
Thinking of Qingye's ability and this being on his own territory, he had nothing to worry about and asked Du Bo to notify Shen Yinqiu and it would be over.
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Qingye glanced at Shen Yinqiu and guessed that she wanted them to eat with her again.
Sure enough, Shen Yinqiu exhaled, looked at the two of them with a smile, and said, "Then the three of us will eat together at noon today."
Wan Bai was stunned and looked at Qingye.
Qingye nodded slightly towards him.
He wanted to retort but silenced his voice, "It all depends on what the young lady says."
When the three of them gathered around the stove and feasted on the table full of dishes, Wan Qiyan and the others arrived at the gate of Quanyang Sect.
Mo Shaogong took the time to take a bite of dry food and gasped: "You, there are too many steps here.
How long have you been walking on these steps?
My mother is exhausted."
After saying this, Hun Lun swallowed the dates in his mouth.
Swallow the dry food and take another bite.
Wu Yang glanced at his chest and asked, "How are your injuries?"
"It's not serious.
How many times have you asked me if it's bothering you?
Don't ask me anymore."
Mo Shaogong didn't dare to shout loudly, and his tone was very impatient.
He moved closer to Wan Qiyan, trying to get away from Wuyang.
He was in a very irritable mood.
He had walked up the stairs for half an hour, and it was still snowing.
He had to keep walking and move his body to keep himself from feeling so cold, but the sequelae were tiredness.
Gomu patted his shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Can you still hold on?"
Mo Shaogong had a lump in his throat.
He couldn't hold it in any longer as soon as he arrived at someone's house.
Does he still have the nerve to live in this world?
He had scolded the Quanyang Cult so harshly before.
Wan Qiyan glanced at him with a half-smile expression, "He can do it."
The moment he was affirmed, Mo Shaogong, who was holding his breath, was filled with energy, raised his chin and said: "Young Master Yingming, of course I can do it, wait until I drink some water to quench my thirst."
Wan Qiyan said: "Let's all eat something."
He will be stronger when the fight starts later.
A few people actually took out their dry food in front of the gate of Quanyang Sect and looked at the surrounding environment while eating.
There were dense woods all around, and Mo Shaogong was still muttering about the strong wind.
And Hujinhumu took the dry food in his mouth and went around to explore the surrounding area and came back, "Master, there are cliffs on both sides that you can't see the bottom of."
Wan Qiyan looked up, and Xu Yang was surprised: "Cliff":