Inside the house, the two craftsmen were arguing fiercely.
Outside, Little Pomelo had already dealt with all the traps.
"The difficulty level this time is alright, I guess."
After Xiaoyouzi gave her approval, she flipped and jumped down from the highest plum blossom stake, landing steadily on the ground.
Qin Zhen was numb and no longer found it strange.
"Little Yuzu, may I come in?" Qin Zhen asked curiously from outside the door.
Little Yuzu patted the dust off her hands: "Just a moment."
She calmly walked to the stone table and suddenly squatted down.
Qin Zhen craned his neck to look curiously.
Little Yuzi reached out and groped around on the back of the stone table for a long time.
"Click".
Seemingly having turned on something, Xiaoyouzi took out a remote control and pressed a button.
The sound of gears turning rang out again, and the training mechanisms moved slowly, gradually sinking downwards.
Little Yuzu retreated outside the door to avoid getting caught in the trap.
Five minutes later, the array inside the gate rotated, and the gate disappeared.
A brand new road appeared before them.
"I remember now, the last time I came here it was a garden, there was no gate!"
It was only then that Qin Zhen realized something was wrong.
The long bluestone path in front of them was the same place they had passed through last time.
Walking further in along the road, you end up in the garden surrounding the old house.
"There was the sound of water being sprinkled."
Xiao Youzi looked to the courtyard on the left, which was full of out-of-season flowers, and said to Qin Zhen, "Senior brother, there are benches over there. Can you rest for a bit and wait a moment?"
"good!"
Without Xiaoyouzi to guide him, Qin Zhen didn't dare to move around.
He realized that his master wouldn't come to pick him up.
As Qin Zhen stopped pulling the cart, she saw Xiao Youzi disappear into the flowers like a happy little elf.
"Master Ba! Are you inside?"
The girl's voice was sweet and cheerful, but there was no sound from inside the greenhouse.
Xiaoyouzi suddenly pushed open the door of the flower room and saw a man who looked to be about 30 years old standing inside, facing her.
The man had long, silky hair, which was gently tied up with a ribbon. Below that were his delicate features, with a sharply defined jawline.
The indoor temperature was kept at 20 degrees Celsius. The man was wearing a white shirt with his collar slightly open and his sleeves rolled up to his arms, revealing his fair and firm skin.
His fingers were long and slender, and he was fiddling with a delicate flower, the veins on his hands clearly visible and full of power.
If anyone in the entertainment industry were here, they would recognize this as Bai Ningyi, a well-known actor in the industry.
She debuted at fifteen and retired from the entertainment industry at the height of her popularity at thirty-five.
He's been out of the entertainment industry for five years now, but he still looks like he's thirty.
"Master Ba!"
Little Yuzu called out sweetly again, this time with a louder voice.
Bai Ning paused, stopping what she was doing.
He raised his head, revealing his exquisite features: deep, bright eyes and a high, straight nose.
Upon seeing Xiaoyouzi, Bai Ningyi gave a slight smile: "Xiaoyouzi, you're back."
His voice is warm and gentle, magnetic and tender.
This is also why many people are fans of him.
"Master Ba, I miss you so much!" Little Yuzi pounced on him like a little cannon.
That's quite an impact.
Bai Ningyi casually tossed aside the flower branch, opened her arms, and hugged the little pomelo tightly.
He picked up Xiaoyouzi with one hand and bounced her around, saying with emotion, "Xiaoyouzi, you've lost weight recently. You don't feel as heavy as you used to when I picked you up."
Little Pomelo: ...
It sounds like they're praising me, but it also sounds like they're scolding me.
Bai Ningyi put the little pomelo down and chuckled, "Are you getting used to life outside?"
"Habit!"
Little Yuzu nodded and hugged Bai Ningyi's strong arm: "It's so much fun! Taking pictures is so much fun, filming is so much fun, and everyone is so nice to me."
Having spent so much time with Xiaoyouzi, Bai Ningyi naturally knew whether she was truly happy or not.
But he still cautioned, "There will be people online who criticize you, who want to belittle you because of your popularity, and your competitors who are jealous of you. Wouldn't you feel bad seeing that?"
If possible, Bai Ningyi would not want Xiaoyouzi to enter this industry.
He's a former movie star, so he knows how unrestrained people can be online, easily picking fights over the smallest things to release 'stress' and get a thrill.
For example, he has never had any scandals, yet some people still say that he had a child out of wedlock, or that he is infertile.
Little Yuzi pouted, rubbed her tender face against Bai Ningyi's arm, and said coquettishly, "At first I would care, and I would think they were so mean."
Bai Ningyi listened quietly and patted Xiaoyouzi's head.
"But I don't care anymore!"
Little Yuzu said with a smile, "The money is mine, the fame is mine, and in the end, they're the ones who get beaten up."
Her counter-attack spell is very effective; no one dares to insult her anymore.
Bai Ningyi chuckled lightly: "As long as you can adapt."
"Of course I'll adapt! Who am I!"
Little Yuzu smiled mischievously, revealing a shallow dimple.
With her chin slightly raised, she had a proud little look on her face.
Bai Ningyi's slender fingers were very cold. She gently poked Xiaoyouzi's cheek and said, "You've come at the right time. Let's test your flower arranging skills today."
"Martial arts are so good, you should also know some social etiquette, don't you think?"
Little Yuzi nodded obediently.
Bai Ningyi curled the corners of her lips and pulled a vase from under the table: "The flowers are all over there, take what you need."
"good."
Just as Xiaoyouzi was about to move, Bai Ningyi quietly said, "Ten minutes."
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