Chapter 711 Let them go

Fortunately, Master Han is a straightforward person; he asked for what he wanted without hesitation. Otherwise, Song Chunxue would have definitely offended him badly today.

She nodded in agreement, "I'll definitely include Master Han in the production, but I don't know what kind you prefer. Do you have any requirements regarding the color, material, or style?"

"Black, nothing else is required, just keep warm." After saying that, Master Han squinted his eyes sleepily, "It's almost time, I'm going to sleep."

Seeing Master Han run to her room in the blink of an eye, Song Chunxue lowered her voice and asked Lord Zhao, "Senior Brother, is he angry?"

"No, how many tricks can a snake have? Don't worry, if it were really angry, it wouldn't speak up. Otherwise, this snake wouldn't look so young despite its old age."

At this moment, Master Han stood by the door and said coldly, "Lord Zhao, if you keep bringing up your age, I will definitely burn your hair."

After speaking, the door closed gently, his tone calm yet authoritative.

The remaining three people looked at each other in bewilderment.

It's a pity, Lord Zhao was planning to tell these two silly junior brothers about the old snake's amusing stories.

...

The next day, Song Chunxue got up and went outside for a walk.

The rising sun is exceptionally beautiful, and cultivators will not easily let go of this opportunity.

The Taoist priests, too, sat meditating on the high walls of the fortress when she returned.

Song Chunxue thought to herself, "Luckily, there's a row of low walls blocking the view from the outside, otherwise people outside would definitely be frightened by this sight."

She went to the kitchen and quickly made some thin noodles. Just as she put them on the table for everyone to eat, there was a knock on the door.

"I'll go." Song Chunxue remembered that she had agreed with Mei Yang yesterday to have him fetch the horse, and not wanting to trouble anyone else, she quickly walked down the steps and headed towards the door.

The group of people who had just come from the backyard exchanged glances.

"Why are you being so mysterious? Who is it?" Seeing Song Chunxue naturally close the door from the outside, Lord Zhao felt that she was a little guilty.

"I reckon it's the same Mei Yang, the other manager of the cloth shop, whom I mentioned to you yesterday." The Taoist priest remembered clearly that Song Chunxue had mentioned twice that she wanted to give a Ferghana horse to Mei Yang to enhance the shop's image.

Lord Zhao looked at Taoist Han and said, "Go and take a look."

Master Zhang thought to himself, it wasn't that he couldn't stop it, but that he simply didn't dare to.

As a fake senior brother, he naturally had to be more reserved in front of the real senior brother.

Since there was something interesting to watch, he wasn't in a hurry to eat breakfast.

Outside the door, Song Chunxue led Meiyang to the stable outside the alley. It used to be called the donkey pen, but now it houses even more precious horses.

When Song Chunxue arrived at the horses, she was at a loss. She seemed to have no idea which two horses her senior brother and Master Han had chosen.

Just as they were about to turn back to ask, they saw three people standing or squatting on the embankment above the stable, looking at them meaningfully.

"Senior Brother, you've arrived just in time. Which one did you manage to pick out?"

"you guess."

"..." If she could have guessed it, would she have asked that question?

Mei Yang saw the three people above. Two of them looked unfamiliar, but they were composed and dignified, exuding the nonchalant air of wealthy people from head to toe. They were clearly there to see him.

So this is what Song Chunxue meant when she said there were distinguished guests at home. The way the person squatting down in the middle was waving a fan was something that ordinary rich young masters couldn't learn.

"Good morning, fellow Daoists." Although feeling uncomfortable being stared at by three pairs of eyes, Mei Yang still greeted them after some thought.

People have already arrived; if you don't say a word, it would seem petty.

"Good morning, you must be Mei Yang. You look quite young." Lord Zhao squatted in the middle, smiling and nodding. "I heard that you've been taking care of the business you're running with your junior brother. You've worked hard."

Mei Yang glanced at Song Chunxue and said, "It's only right. I'm just trying to make a living."

He was suspicious, and although he didn't feel offended, he had a feeling of being interrogated.

Is it just my imagination?

Master Zhang raised his hand to his lips, suppressing the urge to laugh.

Mei Yang, who has always been well-connected, should never have been asked this question before.

"Let's name that white one Snow Lion. You can take it. It's in excellent condition, but it's hard to clean it every day when we're out and about. It's perfect for showing off." Seeing that Song Chunxue was unwilling to talk to him, Lord Zhao took the initiative to point it out to him.

"Alright, thank you, Daoist Master." Mei Yang led over the white horse and whispered to Song Chunxue, "It's quite intimidating. I wasn't this nervous when I went to my future father-in-law's house."

Song Chunxue glared at him. "Take him away."

This person is really clueless; even though they sensed something was wrong, they still said those things.

Besides, what good would it do for him to lower his voice? Cultivators have amazing hearing.

Mei Yang was full of questions, and they were practically accumulating, but seeing her unhappy expression, he had no choice but to suppress them and plan to ask her again in a few days.

"Then I'll go back and get a saddle made. With such a fine horse, I can help you increase your harvest every month."

"No need, this was given to me for free. You'd be too kind of me to do this, as this horse uses a lot of alfalfa."

Mei Yang laughed and said, "That's no big deal. At worst, I'll buy more alfalfa from others and make those rich ladies happy. I can break even in one transaction."

Song Chunxue closed the door. "Okay, then you can go back now. I won't see you off."

“Alright,” Mei Yang waved to the people on the ridge, “Farewell, three Daoist masters.”

"I heard you took a fancy to my junior brother and insisted on marrying him, is that true?"

Lord Zhao finally couldn't hold back and asked the question that Master Han also wanted to hear.

Song Chunxue lowered her voice, "Senior Brother, that's all ancient history. His wife is married and has children, and they're about to have their third child. Don't ask such nonsense."

Lord Zhao glanced to the side and said, "Don't worry, there's no one around here, no one will hear us."

Song Chunxue urged Mei Yang, "Go back quickly."

"Brother Mei, would you like to come in for a visit? We're just about to have breakfast," Master Han said gently.

Don't go!

Song Chunxue glanced at Han Daozhang, who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold, and thought to herself that he always showed this bewildering and extremely unreal smile to people he didn't know well.

Mei Yang glanced back at Song Chunxue, thinking that these people had kindly invited him, so how could he refuse?

“Great! I heard you’re from out of town. I know a few interesting places. Let me tell you about them.”

“Let’s go,” Lord Zhao stood up, frowning slightly as he lectured Song Chunxue, “They’re here to earn money for you. It’s not right to not let them in for a drink of water when we’re already at the door.”

"Besides, meeting is fate, there's no reason to send someone away."

"..." Song Chunxue sneered inwardly. He clearly wanted to watch the show. "Aren't you going out? He has to go to the shop. He doesn't have time."

"I'm free. There aren't many people in the morning, and there are embroiderers watching over the shop today." Mei Yang seemed completely unaware that she was now like a piece of fatty meat that could satisfy her cravings.

Song Chunxue was utterly helpless.

Oh well, they're just eager to know how Mei Yang harassed her back then. Mei Yang doesn't seem like the type to be ashamed of something like that, and they won't tell anyone else anyway, so let them be.