"Master, I just..." Gu Sui Han looked a little conflicted.
"Were you still half asleep? I couldn't hear what you were mumbling after that." Shen Qingmang said as he stood up from the couch. "I'm glad you're awake. I won't stay long. If you're hungry, A Rong has flower cakes."
"I'm not hungry. Only Junior Sister is greedy. Junior Brother and I have been fasting for a long time. Has Master forgotten?"
"It's okay to satisfy your appetite occasionally. After all, Chaohua Palace..."
"Junior sister! Junior sister!"
Shen Qingmang was interrupted before he could finish his words. He glanced out the window and walked out with a smile.
"Second Brother, you're lucky enough to take the time to come."
"Stop teasing me." Qi Xiao said impatiently. "Is there any vacant room in your yard? I want to move in."
"There is another room in the west wing, but the one next door is my second disciple..."
"That's good. I'll live here. What's wrong with the people next door? Is your second disciple snoring?"
"Master Qi!" Si Rong said angrily, "I don't snore!"
Shen Qingmang looked Qi Xiao up and down, noticing dark circles under the socially anxious man's eyes, clearly indicating he hadn't slept well in recent days. It was hard for him to see Qi Yao off to get married, having done so before any of them, and having endured the warmth of strangers for even longer.
The teasing words were on the tip of his tongue for a while, but he didn't say them out loud. Shen Qingmang said, "If Second Senior Brother doesn't mind the noise here, then you can stay here."
"Ayao's wedding will be in ten days. I will leave after it's over. Will you guys go with me?" Qi Xiao asked.
Shen Qingmang thought for a moment and said, "We may stay a little longer."
"Why?" Qi Xiao looked around, then stepped forward and lowered his voice, "Could it be that you've taken a fancy to a cultivator from Chaohua Palace? Male or female?"
"Hmm?" Shen Qingmang raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask that, Second Senior Brother? Could it be that the Chaohua Palace cultivators who have been bothering you lately are both male and female?"
Qi Xiao's expression froze, and he turned and went into the west wing. "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep first."
Shen Qingmang found it amusing to think of Qi Xiao surrounded by a group of enthusiastic monks, like a foolish roe deer that would just stand there motionless when faced with danger. He laughed unkindly for a long while and waved his hand. "Go ahead and get some rest."
Si Rong, however, became curious. "How many people are pestering Master Qi? Master Qi, don't you have anyone you like? The ladies in Chaohua Palace are all so beautiful. They make my heart flutter just by looking at them."
"That's because you haven't seen the world." Qi Xiao said unhappily, "Besides, no matter how good-looking she is, can she be as good-looking as your master?"
Si Rong nodded. "Indeed, none of them can compare to Master."
Shen Qingmang: "..."
She watched Second Brother, completely unaware of his misleading words, walk naturally into the wing room. Then she turned back to look at the eldest disciple's room and wondered: Was she overthinking it? Was this how all Taichu men expressed their emotions?
Gu Suihan put on his clothes, walked out of the room, and asked, "Is Second Master here?"
"Yeah, I went to catch up on some sleep." Shen Qingmang didn't look at him, but at Hao Xin, deliberately teasing him: "Axin, do you think the sisters in Chaohua Palace are pretty?"
Si Rong also pricked up his ears to listen.
Hao Xin's answer was very straight-forward. "Don't all women look the same? Why is there a distinction between pretty and ugly?"
Shen Qingmang held his forehead.
It seems that the men of the Taichu sect are still very diverse, and each has his own way of being stupid.
After two days, she planned to ease the relationship with Su Miaoran and asked her if she had any emotional stories that could be used to educate her apprentice. Before she could visit Jinghua Palace, Su Miaoran came to Liuping Courtyard first.
"I'm sorry, Qingmang. A new customer arrived two days ago, and I couldn't get away in time. I've come here today with gifts to apologize." Su Miaoran was carrying two boxes. "These are all pastries I made myself. They have no other effects, so you can eat them without worry."
"Miaoran, you're welcome." Shen Qingmang's face was filled with shame. "I misunderstood you before, and it's my turn to apologize."
"I'm glad you don't blame me." Su Miaoran smiled gently and turned to look at Si Rong. "Rong'er, are you used to living here?"
"It's a habit! A Rong likes Chaohua Palace very much!" Si Rong smiled sweetly.
"Is the Taoist priest alright?"
"My father is fine. It would be better if he stopped worrying about him like an old woman."
"Of course he has to worry about two things. If your mother hadn't died young, he wouldn't have to work so hard. It's just fate."
Shen Qingmang was stunned, and Si Rong quickly asked, "Does the Palace Master know my mother?"
"Of course." Su Miaoran caressed her hair lovingly. "Your mother is from the Chaohua Palace. We were inseparable sisters in the past."
"Is mother also a beautiful lady with a fragrant scent?" Si Rong asked curiously.
"Yes, your mother was as pretty and lovely as Rong'er is now when she was young. Seeing you is like seeing her." Su Miaoran was a little moved as she spoke, and her eyes were slightly red.
Shen Qingmang thought of what Yiqing had said to her in the past and became confused.
Didn't Yiqing say that Si Rong's biological mother abandoned him and her and died happily? How could she die young?
She hesitated to ask, but Su Miaoran said, "Rong'er, would you like to visit your mother's grave? She must be very eager to see you."
"Yes!" Si Rong replied immediately, "I want to see my mother too! When I was a child, my father lied to me and said she was the messenger of the God of Fire, so I looked forward to meeting her every summer. I never thought I would finally get to see her now!"
Shen Qingmang's frown relaxed. The child had grown up, and she was capable of taking on many things.
Thinking of this, she said, "Take a few bunches of chrysanthemums, Arong. Chrysanthemums can express grief."
"Okay!" Si Rong nodded in agreement.
"Qingmang, do you want to come and see it together?" Su Miaoran asked again.
"Okay." Shen Qingmang also nodded.
At this time, Si Rong pulled up Hao Xin with one hand and Gu Suihan with the other. "Brothers, please come with me. I want my mother to see that I am loved by so many people. This will make her feel more at ease."
Hao Xin said disdainfully, "Who dotes on you? You're so self-righteous."
Yet he did not let go.
Gu Suihan stared blankly at Si Rong's hand and said softly, "I didn't treat you well."
"Who said that?" Si Rong retorted seriously, "Axin is my best playmate, and Senior Brother is half my teacher. If you don't dote on me, who else will?"
Shen Qingmang scratched her nose. "Have you forgotten about your master?"
"Master said he would go with me, so naturally he loves me the most."
Su Miaoran looked at them laughing and joking, and said with relief: "You and your disciples have such a good relationship. Zhao Zhao would definitely feel very relieved if he were still alive."
She took them around here and there, and Shen Qingmang had a solemn expression on his face. He originally thought that the other party would be buried in a secluded place.
Until Su Miaoran brought them to a field full of flowers.
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