West Lake was indeed teeming with tourists.

The misty mountains and shimmering waters, with willows swaying along the banks like women in green robes washing themselves by the lake, occasionally a kite from someone's house lands on them.

Boats come and go on the lake, Tokyo is about to fall, yet the songs and laughter on the boats never cease.

"That must be the Broken Bridge, right?" Li Qianxia looked out of the cabin, dipped the crab roe in vinegar, and took a bite.

The male crab has a sticky roe that is very delicious.

She took another sip of the crab shell before reluctantly starting to eat the meat.

There was also a steamed sea bass, and Li Changzhou was eating the meat from the tail with chopsticks.

"Don't you know how to sing?" Yang Qinglan ate crab leg meat one by one with elegant and composed posture. She smiled and said to Li Changzhou, "Sing us a little tune."

On the pleasure boats of nobles and wealthy people, there were singing girls performing ditties.

“A chorus.” Li Changzhou looked at her with a smile.

Yang Qinglan smiled and said, "Okay, let's sing 'Crossing the River of Love'."

Li Changzhou put down his clapper, slapped his knees, and started singing "Ah ah ah!" Li Qianxia laughed and leaned against Yang Qinglan. If she hadn't been holding a crab, she would have hugged her.

"Fate brings us together from afar~" When it was Yang Qinglan's turn to sing, she was still laughing and hadn't caught her breath.

Li Changzhou sang with even more passion, pointing and gesturing as he sang, acting like a theatrical performer, trying to amuse the two of them.

After finally finishing the song, the two, now devoid of their magic, were laughing so hard their stomachs hurt.

"I'm so happy." Yaochi lifted the curtain and walked in.

A pale purple vest, a gossamer-thin bodice embroidered with lotus flowers, a long skirt like white gauze embroidered with auspicious clouds, and a head of white hair—she looked like a purple-clad fairy from the heavenly palace.

“No one who comes can escape,” Li Changzhou said in high spirits. “You sit down and have a couple of drinks first. After Qianxia, ​​it will be your turn.”

"What do you mean, my turn?" Yaochi sat down with a smile and poured herself a glass of wine.

Li Changzhou didn't explain, but said directly to Li Qianxia, ​​"Qianxia, ​​Qinglan and I have sung, it's your turn."

"What should I sing?" Li Qianxia's lips were covered in crab roe, and her hands were smeared with vinegar.

"Bai Suzhen Under Qingcheng Mountain, today's theme is Bai Suzhen, let's sing!"

"Wait, what was the first sentence again?"

"Your expression is like someone who has heard 'After passing through the long tunnel in the county, you will find the snow country,' but doesn't know that the book is called 'Snow Country,'" Yang Qinglan said.

"Stupid." The older brother is always on the front line of comforting and teasing his younger sister.

"Oh, I got it!" Li Qianxia put down the crab in her hand. "Brother, you accompany me."

Li Changzhou tapped the wine cup with a chopstick, producing a crisp sound that, though simple, had a unique charm.

“Hmm,” Li Qianxia cleared her throat, “Bai Suzhen under Qingcheng Mountain, cultivated this body for a thousand years in the cave, diligently cultivated and practiced to attain the Dao, and was reborn as a human… uh, that.”

"Forgot your lines?" Yaochi asked with a smile.

Li Qianxia struck a finishing pose: "Ferry me, Suzhen, out of the mortal world, hey ya hey hey yo hey yo hey hey yo, ferry me, Suzhen..."

"May I ask who these four esteemed individuals are?" A voice from outside the cabin interrupted the singing.

The four exchanged glances. Li Changzhou lifted the curtain, revealing two figures, one in white and one in green, standing on a small, black-awning boat.

"Bai Suzhen! Xiaoqing!" Li Qianxia called out.

A figure in cyan flashed, the sword in his hand flashing like lightning, stabbing towards Li Qianxia's brow.