Luo Jiujiang: "..." The alarm bells in his head rang, and the hairs on his back suddenly stood up!
"That's not right." He said, "Miss Shang, you haven't told me why Master You wants so many beauties? And there are no women among the wandering cultivators?"
"Of course all the pretty young girls among the wandering cultivators are here." They hadn't been talking behind anyone's back. A girl nearby had already found him amusing and chuckled. "As for those who think they're not as pretty as us, or are quiet and shy, they can line up at the back of the building—male and female cultivators are treated differently. Master You gives the female cultivators an extra spirit stone for cosmetics."
"As for the beauty..." The girl had a pair of distinct black and white eyes, a cunning expression, and her small pearly teeth bit her lower lip as she smiled at Luo Jiujiang, "Of course, she was chosen to fill out Master You's harem. We admire your elegance and style, and we would marry no one else but him. He also loves beauties, and a pretty boy like you is just right to be one of the three thousand beauties in his harem."
Luo Jiujiang: “!!!” Are you serious?
He subconsciously looked at Shang Hanjiao, who gave him a reassuring look. He still had some doubt in his heart, so he immediately looked around. However, wherever his eyes went, the girls were nodding at him vigorously.
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
It happened that the line was getting shorter at this time, and it was his turn next. The monk at the door politely invited him and Shang Hanjiao to go upstairs. Luo Jiujiang stood still, touching his nose, a little unsure whether to step in.
"...Well, um, I have a lover who loves me?" He asked the monk uncertainly.
"Oh, good, that's great. Then, congratulations, young master?" The monk at the door looked back in confusion, also at a loss.
Laughter erupted around them. The female cultivators gathered at the main entrance of the flower building, having heard what had been said, all doubled over with laughter. The girl who had just spoken came over and whispered to Luo Jiujiang, "I was just joking, don't take it seriously. Master You invited everyone upstairs because he wants someone to paint a picture of a beautiful woman. We're lining up here just to see him and receive a flower he personally gave us."
At this point, the girl also felt a little shy after playing a prank: "The flower house is open once a month. The brothers and sisters see that most of the people here are sisters and brothers, so they gradually feel embarrassed to come. It's rare to have a visitor like you who doesn't know the truth, so we are joking with you."
After saying that, she pushed Luo Jiujiang from behind and said, "Hurry up and go up. I dare not delay you any longer."
Luo Jiujiang laughed dumbly and followed her force into the room. He and Shang Hanjiao went upstairs, and led by the child, they walked through the wooden corridor into the room, and then walked around a screen, and saw Mr. You behind the screen.
Just now, when he heard Mr. You's behavior downstairs, it was enough to arouse admiration, and now seeing it was even more eye-opening.
This young man was dressed in a silk robe, with a jade belt hanging from his waist. His face was like a full moon, his eyes were like autumn water, his hair was tied in a bun with pearls, and beautiful jade hung from his neck to his chest. Looking at his whole body, there was not a single part that was not exquisite. Just looking at the layout of his room, there was also not a single detail that was not exquisite. He was truly a rare person in the world.
When he saw Luo Jiujiang and the other two, his eyes lit up as well. He smiled and said to Shang Hanjiao, "I am honored to meet Miss Shang again."
Then Luo Jiujiang saw that Shang Hanjiao's face was visibly turning redder inch by inch.
"Yes," she said in a mosquito-like voice, "Master, you politely declined my offer to be the beauty in your painting last time, but I still came here shamelessly. I have a little brother..."
Her voice was too low and she couldn't continue, so she had to push Luo Jiujiang from behind.
There was no trace of displeasure on Master You's face. He looked at Luo Jiujiang with joy, his voice still polite: "Brother, you are very elegant. I haven't asked for your name yet?"
"My surname is Luo, Luo Ritian." Luo Jiujiang replied. He looked at Master You, but his mind was dazed.
He thought of Han Qianling.
Not only because of the phrase "mutually in love" downstairs, but also because of Mr. You's polite attitude and impeccable manners. His Qianling always behaved like this when facing outsiders in Qidao, reserved, polite, and never rude.
"It turns out to be Brother Luo. I'm You Su, nice to meet you." Luo Jiujiang came back to his senses and saw You Su smiling. He obviously noticed that Luo Jiujiang was absent-minded for a moment, but he didn't care about it at all.
You Su was indeed a man of good character. During the brief exchange of two or three sentences between him and Luo Jiujiang, Luo Jiujiang was distracted twice, but he always kept smiling and was even considerate enough not to interrupt.
The second time I was distracted was because of Han Qianling.
There was no way. Luo Jiujiang was as sensitive as he was when he was a child. In just the gap between sentences, he looked into You Su's eyes. In the exquisite pavilion filled with faint fragrance, in the curling aroma of tea, and in the half-inch of sunlight shining through the gauze curtains, he could feel You Su's unhappiness.
This young man was a life of luxury. Even the silk silk used to make curtains was worth a fortune. With just a single word, he could secure an additional monthly stipend for all the independent cultivators in the academy. A few more words could double the girls' cosmetics allowance. Downstairs, over a hundred beautiful women eagerly awaited his paintings, not even hoping to be chosen, but simply hoping to see him and receive the flower he personally presented.
But just like when he first met Han Qianling, Luo Jiujiang couldn't feel any happiness from him.
But this didn't mean that he disliked Luo Jiujiang. His eyes showed sincere admiration for him. He didn't get angry when he noticed that Luo Jiujiang was distracted. He just looked at Luo Jiujiang's clothes with regret - this black robe was the same one he wore when he came out of the forest. Not only was it covered in dust, but there were even dried black blood stains on the edges. "Brother Luo, you must be very tired after all this travel."
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