Visiting the Flower Pavilion
Upon hearing this, Li Yin raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone tinged with skepticism: "A man on the beauty list?"
Wen Youqing said, "The word 'beauty' means good-looking, and 'beauty person' means a good-looking person. He has excellent appearance and unparalleled virtue, and he deserves the title."
Li Yin looked at Wen Youqing, the soft light shining on her, her face flawless and radiant. She smiled gently and thought that the person in front of her was more like a beauty than the young master Wen she had just met.
Seeing Li Yin's lips curl up, Wen Youqing couldn't help but smile slightly as well.
Li Yin said, "What you say makes sense, young master. I was too rigid and liked to look at things with preconceived notions."
Wen Youqing smiled upon hearing this, the corners of his mouth curving into a wider smile. He asked, "Does the young lady think I'm handsome?"
Li Yin made no attempt to hide his feelings and nodded happily, saying, "Of course, young master is quite pleasing to the eye, and his appearance is like a gentle breeze."
He looks like a pretty boy, especially like the scholar in a storybook who gets snatched away by a spoiled princess to become her husband.
Wen Youqing extended her long, slender fingers and gently tapped the table, making a few soft sounds. Li Yin also came back to his senses and looked at Wen Youqing.
Wen Youqing smiled faintly, pointed to the door, and said, "Miss Li, the person has arrived."
Following Wen Youqing's finger, Li Yin saw a person dressed in green, yet with layers of colorful clothes that shimmered golden in the sunlight.
Li Yin couldn't compliment this aesthetic; had He Song brought in a peacock?
The man had a beautiful face, but it was covered in powder and rouge, which, combined with his clothes, made his face look patchy with red, green, and purple. Apart from that, his most striking feature was his pair of affectionate eyes, which were exactly like He Song's. He looked at Li Yin, then smiled and gave him a flirtatious wink.
Li Yin's smile froze slightly, but she still managed to maintain a dignified demeanor. She felt a chill run down her spine. He Song knew her preferences well; she disliked people who wore heavy makeup or dressed too extravagantly.
Could it be that this wasn't prepared for me, but for him?
Thinking of this, she looked at Wen Youqing. Wen Youqing was upright, holding a teacup, bringing it to her lips, and taking a sip of tea. Her movements were so proper that no one could find fault with her, and she was also exceptionally elegant.
Looking at Wen Youqing was like a dried-up river encountering a clear spring, flowing gently and slowly nourishing his eyes, giving them a refreshing experience.
Indeed, beauties like this are much more pleasing to the eye.
He Yurong, with her slender figure, lifted her skirt slightly, stepped over the threshold, and slowly walked to Li Yin's side. She smiled faintly and stared straight at Li Yin.
Li Yin sensed someone approaching and instinctively moved to the side. The person followed, and was about to reach the edge of the stool. With nowhere left to retreat, Li Yin looked at the person so close to her and said, "Miss, don't come any closer! I'm going to fall!"
He Yurong smiled slightly upon hearing this, but that was all she said before falling silent.
Li Yin couldn't figure out what this person was up to. When he looked into those affectionate eyes, he was momentarily shocked. This shock was inexplicable, like water falling from the sky without roots.
Have they met?
Obviously not, but the man looked at her as if he had seen her for many years, and had not seen her for many years. He wanted to take a good look at her, with a scrutinizing look and a hint of...heartache.
Li Yin lowered her eyes, thinking she had made a mistake. Having spent many years on the mountain and only descended it a handful of times, the word "emotion" had become somewhat unfamiliar to her. She could only observe people's expressions and decipher their meaning.
He Yurong stretched out her slender hand and gently stroked Li Yin's face. Just as her fingertips touched him, her hand was grabbed by another hand. The next moment, Li Yin raised her head and smiled at He Yurong, "Good sister, why are you dressed like this today?"
He Yurong's fingertips curled up the moment her hand was grasped, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she didn't show it on her face. Looking at Li Yin, she smiled and said, "Aunt He said that we have distinguished guests today, so we should dress more formally. This is the most gorgeous outfit I have ever worn."
Upon hearing this, Li Yin released her grip. She had never seen this person before and guessed that he was probably a newcomer.
As soon as Li Yin let go, He Yurong immediately withdrew her hand, her fingers tightly curled. She looked at Li Yin, took a deep breath, and then loosened her fingers.
Li Yin felt something was amiss and, slightly wary, looked at Wen Youqing and asked, "Young master, would you also like a girl?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Youqing looked at Li Yin, and the teacup in her hand fell onto the table with a "clatter". The cup was empty, and it swayed three times before settling down.
When he looked at Li Yin, his eyes, as deep as a pool, were exceptionally clear and innocent. Li Yin felt as if she was leading a good young man astray. Only then did she realize that her words had been flawed and could be easily misinterpreted.
He quickly explained, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to ask if you needed someone to accompany you."
Wen Youqing looked at her and said sincerely, "Miss Li, aren't you with me right now?"
Li Yin said, "I suggest you invite someone else to play a drinking game together later. Wouldn't it be better to slip away during your free time?"
Wen Youqing nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this and said, "Alright, whatever you say, Miss."
Li Yin said to He Yurong, "Please trouble you to call Miss Song and Miss Bei over, and also have someone send some of the best wine."
He Yurong smiled and nodded at Li Yin. She looked closely, her fingers hidden in her sleeves subtly tracing Li Yin's general outline. Seeing Li Yin frown slightly, she slowly stood up and said, "I... I'll go right away."
As Li Yin watched the man slowly walk away, a strange heaviness settled over his heart.
The green figure grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared around the corner. Li Yin also withdrew his gaze and looked at the teacup in front of him. But after Li Yin turned his head away, the green hem that was about to disappear from the red pillar remained still.
A slender, long hand gently lifted one end of the red curtain. She glanced at Li Yin from afar, then quietly lowered it and walked away with her eyes downcast.
Wen Youqing said, "Miss could have actually kept that person here just now."
Upon hearing this, Li Yin looked up at Wen Youqing and said, "I don't know her, we're not familiar with each other."
Wen Youqing looked at Li Yin and said, "She knows you very well."
Li Yin looked into Wen Youqing's deep, still eyes, as if he were about to sink into them, and he spoke sincerely.
Li Yin suppressed his unease and asked with a smile, "Young master, how did you know?"
Wen Youqing replied earnestly, "I guessed. Her eyes are speaking; she misses you a lot."
Her heart is speaking too; she misses you, Li Yin.
Li Yin reached out and picked up the teacup in front of him, bringing it to his lips. The tea moistened his already rosy lips, making them even more lustrous.
Wen Youqing's eyes were dark as she looked at Li Yin's crimson lips. She lowered her eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Just as the atmosphere was about to fall into a deathly silence, two acquaintances of Li Yin arrived.
The two, one dressed in white and the other in green, were both beautiful, with a striking resemblance in their faces. They possessed the vibrancy of peonies and the ethereal grace of lotuses, exuding a captivating charm yet maintaining a refined elegance, creating a sense of both incongruity and harmony.
Upon seeing Li Yin, Song Liangliang quickened his pace, while Song Bei, standing beside him, appeared more composed.
Her light blue skirt swayed gently in the breeze as she walked, resembling a lotus flower, and the silver bells on her head jingled in the wind.
She took three steps and arrived at Li Yin's side in two, skillfully placing her hand on Li Yin's shoulder and gently kneading it. She said coquettishly, "Little Li, you haven't played Pai Gow with us in so long. Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd forgotten about me."
Li Yin gently placed the teacup on the table before saying, "Didn't I come today?" As she spoke, she lightly patted Song Liangliang's hand.
Seeing Song Liangliang's fawning expression, Song Bei took a step forward and said sourly, "Miss Li doesn't like touching others, so please be mindful of your boundaries."
Upon hearing this, Song Liangliang smiled and said, "I'm not just anyone. Miss Li just likes to bump into me. Why won't you allow it, sister?"
Song Bei sneered and said, "Whether it's someone else or not, it's not up to you to decide. It's up to Miss Li to decide." As she spoke, she walked to Li Yin's side, put her hand on Li Yin's other shoulder, and stared intently at Li Yin.
Wen Youqing took in all of this, a hint of indescribable emotion flashing in her eyes.
Li Yin coughed awkwardly at Wen Youqing and said, "Alright, you are all my friends, my closest confidants. What do you two ladies think?"
Upon hearing this, Song Liangliang gave a light hum, his tone rising with a hint of pride.
Song Bei just smiled faintly, then looked at Wen Youqing. When she saw that person, her expression froze, and she immediately reached out her other hand to tug at Song Liangliang's sleeve.
Song Liangliang noticed this and was initially impatient, but when she saw a slightly strange expression on Song Bei's face, she sensed something was wrong and looked at Wen Youqing sitting opposite her.
The young man was as handsome as jade, as graceful as a pine tree, aloof and distant. She was startled. Why was this person here?
Wasn't this person the one who disliked brothels and places of worldly pleasures the most? Originally, I thought he was just a young master who looked somewhat similar to that person, but I never expected that it would be this person. My heart was in turmoil, but my face remained calm.
Her hands trembled slightly, which Li Yin noticed, and he asked with concern, "Miss Song, are you alright?"
After saying that, he reached out to touch Song Liangliang's wrist to check his pulse.
Just as she was about to touch him, Song Liangliang smiled and took her hand, saying, "The wind was strong last night. I opened the window in the middle of the night and caught a cold. Please be careful, young lady, and don't let me pass it on to you."
Whether it's a cold or not, Li Yin can tell most of it just by looking at her face. She realized that Song Liangliang was hiding something from her. Everyone has secrets, and if others don't want to talk about them, she naturally won't ask. So she said, "Remember to take your medicine on time if you have a cold, and try to avoid moving around too much."
Song Liangliang nodded and said, "Of course, I'll listen to Miss Li."
Li Yin looked at the person in front of him who was rubbing the teacup with his fingertips. The person had lowered his eyes, and the light falling on him made him look gentle and mild-mannered. He didn't seem like a bad person. Li Yin then realized that his first instinct to doubt this person was like that of a madman.
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