Chapter 242 The Sweetheart's Family
"Wu Chen, call the disciplinary monk over and deal with him according to the temple rules." Master Yunxu ordered.
"Yes, Abbot." Wu Chen responded and left.
"Hey, where did you get this incense?" Qing Yi asked. Is the monk in collusion with Chunsuifang?
"Hmph!" Wu Xin stopped talking.
"Are the girls from Chunsuifang pretty?" Qingyi said casually. Wuxin glared at Qingyi fiercely without saying anything.
Wu Chen came with the disciplinary monk. Master Yunxu told him what had happened before. Wu Xin also admitted to plotting against his master. He was taken away by the disciplinary monk and dealt with according to the rules of Shaolin Temple.
Seeing that Master Yunxu was getting better and Wuxin had been punished, Ye Qingyu said goodbye and went down the mountain.
Chunsuifang
"It sounds so good!" Qing Yi interrupted Mu Xue who was playing the piano. In fact, he didn't find anything good in it. The tune was sad and there was no joy at all.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Mu Xue was startled and looked at the newcomers.
"We are the family of your sweetheart." Qing Yi introduced himself shamelessly. Ye Qingyu frowned. What should he do with this kid's mouth?
"Sweetheart?" Mu Yun looked puzzled. After thinking for a while, he said, "Are you the master's people?"
"Yes, the young lady is indeed very smart." Qing Yi laughed. Look at this young lady, even though she comes from a brothel, she is quite infatuated. The master is really charming!
"He asked you to come find me?" Mu Xue showed a look of joy.
"Well, he asked us to ask what those poisonous incense are about?" Qing Yi thought quickly and knew that if he asked using the title of master, the girl might confess.
"Ah, so that's how it is. He actually knew..." Miss Muxue understood. Otherwise, when the master was leaving, he would have said to her: If you have a kind heart...
"Miss, it's up to you whether you want to tell the truth or not. He can't ask in person, and it's also for your sake of face." Qing Yi's ability to deceive people is unmatched. He fooled Miss Muxue with just a few words.
"We at Chunsui Lou sell both sex and wine. Those who are lusty take sex, and those who love wine take wine. The eldest master is a wine lover, so he comes to buy wine. To encourage these patrons to spend more money, all the rooms in Chunsui Lou are lit with various incense sticks. The eldest master stayed with me for three days and seemed unaffected. He just talked to me about zither art every day. I benefited a lot from these three days..."
"Oh, so that's how it is. We're only discussing piano playing?" Qing Yi showed a look of doubt.
“…”Mu Xue didn’t say anything.
"Who gave you that poisonous incense?" Ye Qingyu asked.
"It's sent by Lord Feng every month." Mu Xue answered truthfully. She hoped that these three people could convey their infatuation to the master.
"Who is the Lord of Feng Tower?" Qing Yi asked.
"Yes...it's my master. She taught me the guqin for a few years, but I haven't seen her often since then."
"Your master, where is he?"
"I don't know."
"Is he a boy or a girl? What does he look like?" Ye Qingyu suddenly thought of someone and asked.
"The woman was wearing a veil and I had never seen her true face," Mu Xue replied.
"Bai Lingfeng?" Ye Qingyu blurted out the name.
"Huh?" Qing Yi looked at Ye Qingyu.
"I don't know Master's full name. We all call her Master Fenglou."
"Xiao Ye, if you want her to show up, I have a way!" Qing Yi said with a smile.
"What method?"
"Let's set fire to Chunsuifang. Once she gets angry, she will definitely show up." Qing Yi suggested.
Mu Xue was shocked when she heard this and quickly said, "Sir, this is not right. The sisters here are all poor people trying to make a living. Why do you have to take their lives?"
"Aren't we looking for someone? Do you have any way to find her?" Qing Yi looked at Mu Xue, who was just infatuated with him, with amusement, and his expression became nervous.
"I...don't know." Mu Xue hesitated.
"Okay, then we'll go. Miss, do you have anything else to say to our master?" Qing Yi asked.
"I... I have no intention of harming the master, but Chunsuifang has always acted like this, and I have no choice. Please forgive me, master..." Miss Muxue shed tears.
"Okay, okay, don't be sad, young lady. My master is broad-minded and will definitely not mind the matter of the poisonous incense." Qing Yi comforted her.
"If the master wants to find the owner of Feng Tower, he can go to the home of Mr. Wang, the richest man in central Henan, and ask." Miss Muxue finally revealed some clues.
"Okay, I will tell my husband the truth about your infatuation, young lady." Qing Yi smiled and comforted.
"Thank you, sir." Mu Xue bowed slightly.
The three of them left Chunsuifang and inquired about Mr. Wang's family. Of course, it was easy to inquire about the richest man in central Henan.
"Qingyi, why are you giving her hope?" Ye Qingyu frowned. Miss Muxue's love was in vain. How could the Demon Lord come back to look for her again? Wouldn't this just make the girl wait in vain?
"What if my master changes his mind and takes her in?" Qing Yi said with a smile.
"...How is this possible?" Ye Qingyu sighed helplessly. How could the Demon Lord, with his status and age, fall in love with a prostitute?
"Having hope is better than living without hope, right?" Qing Yi sighed. He understood the feeling of being unable to get what one wants. Although it was exhausting, it was living with hope.
When they arrived at Mr. Wang’s door, the three of them stopped and discussed how to get in.
"Since his family is in business, why don't we pretend to be merchants buying incense?" Qing Yi suggested.
Ye Qingyu also thought it was feasible. After the discussion was completed, Qingfeng went forward and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" The door opened and an old man came out.
"Old man, is Mr. Wang at home? We came from Mudan Town to buy incense." Qing Yi said.
"Oh? Why are you here so late? This month's stock is sold out. Come back next month!" The old man said as he was about to close the door.
"Hey, old man, we came here because we heard that your incense is good. Even if it takes until next month, you have to let us meet with Mr. Wang and have a chat, right?" Qing Yi stopped the old man from closing the door.
"This..." The old man hesitated.
"We are going to hold a ritual next month and need a lot of incense. If Mr. Wang knew that you turned the God of Wealth away, would he blame you? Here! It's a piece of cake!" Qing Yi reached into his purse, took out a silver ingot and stuffed it into the old man's hand.
"Oh my, that's so much, sir. You're too polite. I'll report it right away, but Mr. Wang is not here, so I'll go report it to the madam. Our madam is the head of the household, so wait a moment." The old man was greedy for money. He couldn't earn this much silver even if he watched the gate for a month.
"Thank you." Qing Yi thanked with a smile.
The three of them waited at the door for the old man to deliver the letter.
Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng both had to admire Qingyi's quick mind and swift reaction.
"Just be gentle." Qing Yi said.
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