Lu Qingyan coughed twice: "Let's go, we'll talk about this when we get back."
The stage was very close to their rented courtyard, and several large willow trees swayed their slender branches along the way. The newly risen moon cast a soft glow on the two of them as they walked hand in hand, creating an atmosphere of serene beauty.
Even if he didn't say it, Lu Qingyan could vaguely guess his identity and was somewhat surprised that someone like him would learn things that nobles considered low-class.
Although she didn't distinguish between high and low, noble and base, these things were none of her concern.
However, Lu Qingyan did not intend to teach him personally. Taking advantage of him and being given a nominal title was enough; there was no need for her to fulfill any responsibilities.
Ahem, the truth is she's not very good at teaching. Her talent for singing was inherited from the original owner of this body, and she can only utilize about 70-80% of that talent herself. It would be too difficult for her to teach anyone.
Looking at Xiao Liuchen's trusting eyes, Lu Qingyan said earnestly, "You are a man and I am a woman, so our learning paths are ultimately different. If you want to learn Qingyi, it would be more appropriate for you to follow Dongsheng. In the entire Chunxi Troupe, besides me, he is the best at singing Qingyi."
The light in Xiao Liuchen's eyes shattered: "Is it because my aptitude is not good enough that Master refuses to teach me personally?"
In that instant under such gazes, Lu Qingyan even felt like a sinner. How could she have entrusted such a handsome young man to someone else? It was an unforgivable crime!
However, she quickly came to her senses from this illusion.
Before they knew it, they were back. Lu Qingyan pointed to the rattan chair in the yard and said, "Sit down, let's talk."
After sitting down, Xiao Liuchen nervously rubbed his fingers together: "What does Master want to say to me?"
Lu Qingyan sat in the chair, her gaze calm as she looked at Xiao Liuchen, directly exposing his pretense: "Let me tell you about your amnesia."
Xiao Liuchen smiled and said, "What's so hard about that? Doesn't Master know best how my disciple's health is?"
So blunt?!
No, this isn't the bus to kindergarten!
Hearing Lu Qingyan's inner monologue, the system was heartbroken: [Master, the male god meant you're a doctor, that you've been healing him and know everything. What are you thinking? What exactly happened while I was offline?]
【Uh--】I can't tell the system this. Lu Qingyan slapped away the jumbled thoughts in her mind and looked at the boy in front of her.
Lu Qingyan nodded, her gaze falling on his waist: "I am a doctor, so naturally I know your physical condition. I also know that you have not lost your memory at all. What is your purpose in trying so hard to stay here? Chunxi Troupe is just a traveling troupe, what connection could they possibly have with the imperial court?"
Xiao Liuchen had a token hanging from his waist, or more accurately, a purse. Using a purse as a token—who in the court had such a perverse sense of humor?
Xiao Liuchen dropped his gentle facade, his entire being becoming as sharp as a drawn sword. He stood straight in the moonlit courtyard, radiating an overwhelming chill.
"The Chunxi Troupe? Miss He certainly has surprised me." Xiao Liuchen reached out and tapped his waist, as if stroking the sword hanging there. Although he wasn't actually carrying a sword at the moment.
"I wonder what Miss He's purpose is in deliberately bringing these things up with me?" How could someone who travels the martial arts world be so familiar with matters of the imperial court? Xiao Liuchen developed great suspicions about Lu Qingyan.
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