The next morning, Liu Jinghong knocked on Chu Hongluan's door.
"Junior Sister Chu, are you free today?"
"..."
No one answered from inside the courtyard.
"Junior sister?"
The door opened with a snap.
Chu Hongluan scratched her messy hair and yawned repeatedly: "You'd better have something to do."
“Uh…” Liu Jinghong’s eyes darted around.
Chu Hongluan was still wearing the red dress from yesterday, but the hem was wrinkled, the collar was half open, revealing her delicate collarbone, and the belt hung loosely around her waist, as if it might fall off at any moment.
Liu Jinghong's ears turned slightly red, and she turned her head away, not daring to look at her. When she opened her mouth again, her speech became incoherent: "My mother asked me to ask my junior sister if she is getting used to living here, and if there is anything missing in the courtyard. She asked me to... accompany my junior sister down the mountain to buy some."
Seeing his reaction, Chu Hongluan subconsciously glanced down at herself. "Not bad at all. I didn't show anything. What's with all the shyness?"
She played a match all day yesterday, and when she got home she was too lazy to wash up and went straight to bed.
After thinking for a while, Chu Hongluan finally spoke up: "Let's call Chunxiao later and go together."
“My mother took Junior Sister Gu to another peak to study, so that Junior Sister Gu can figure out what she wants to learn as soon as possible.”
Chu Hongluan nodded, feeling that this was the best arrangement: "Okay, wait for me for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
After saying that, Chu Hongluan slammed the door shut. Liu Jinghong was left feeling awkward, but hearing the tinkling sounds inside, she knew that Chu Hongluan was washing up.
Half an incense stick later, Chu Hongluan reappeared looking completely different. Her hair was casually tied with a red ribbon and tossed loosely behind her. She was still wearing the simplest style of red dress, not made of particularly fine material, but because it was worn by her, it appeared graceful and elegant.
Liu Jinghong and Chu Hongluan walked down the mountain side by side, with disciples bowing and greeting them along the way.
"Greetings, Senior Brother! Greetings, Senior Sister Chu!"
Chu Hongluan nodded to them all in a good-natured manner, but before she had gone far, she heard excited discussions behind her.
"Ahhh, I'm totally shipping them!"
Chu Hongluan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking, "This pairing isn't for you, sister."
She glanced at Liu Jinghong and realized that she had been slacking off these past few days. The feng shui of this sacred mountain was so nourishing that she had almost forgotten why she had come here.
Once you reach the foot of the mountain, you'll find a bustling, vibrant street, teeming with people and vehicles.
It was midday, and the sun was quite strong, but the flow of people showed no signs of abating. Just as Chu Hongluan was starting to worry, she heard the jingling of carriage bells mixed with the sound of horses' hooves approaching from afar. In no time, an exceptionally luxurious carriage had stopped in front of them.
The carriage was covered in silk on all four sides, with a body made of black nanmu wood, and was carved with many intricate patterns. The gold-inlaid and jewel-encrusted windows were faintly visible through a light blue crepe curtain, and just looking at them gave off a cool feeling.
The driver jumped off the carriage and gave the two men a subordinate's salute.
Chu Hongluan recognized him at a glance; he was one of Liu Jinghong's five bodyguards from before.
Liu Jinghong's bright eyes curved into a smile, "It's because my junior sister is too flamboyant that our last trip ended so abruptly. This time, I've made extra preparations."
Chu Hongluan raised an eyebrow. "Me, flamboyant? I don't think so."
Liu Jinghong very gentlemanly helped Chu Hongluan into the car and replied, "Then I must have misremembered."
After saying that, he took the reins from the guard and took over the position of coachman.
He laughed heartily, shouted, "Hold on tight!" and whipped the carriage to start.
The young man had long, upright hair and wore an indigo round-necked robe with silver thread undulating at the hem, outlining auspicious cloud patterns. Narrow sleeves and wrist guards were adorned with gemstones, and a leather belt accentuated his sturdy waist. He sat with his legs bent against the front of the carriage, his brows radiating brilliance. He was the epitome of the most stunning and spirited young man in poetry.
The carriage creaked and groaned as it crossed the stone bridge, then passed through a lane lined with willows and flowers, and there it was—the largest clothing store in Linxian Town.
Up in the brothel, the girls leaned against the railing, chatting idly, their clear laughter occasionally drifting out.
They saw the carriage approaching from afar and were immediately captivated by the young man in front of it.
"Who is that? What a handsome young man!"
The girls laughed, gracefully tossing their handkerchiefs aside, and teasingly called out, "Young master! Feeling lonely on this spring night? Why not come up and chat!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Hongluan couldn't help but lift the small curtain by the window to look out. Instantly, a fragrant breeze wafted in, and what came into view was red tiles and green bricks, with rows of small buildings, and many beauties leaning on the railings waving. Each of them had a soft and charming voice that made people feel numb.
A handkerchief fluttered down, about to float in front of Liu Jinghong.
Liu Jinghong's expression remained unchanged, her eyes fixed straight ahead. Suddenly, the handkerchief spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye, swept away by the wind.
The girl who threw out the handkerchief turned pale.
Only then did someone finally recognize them:
"Are you all out of your minds! That's Young Master Liu!"
The girls were so frightened that they took a step back, some covering their lips and others patting their chests, no longer daring to strike any poses.
Everyone knows that Young Master Liu is the least romantic person, and he especially dislikes women who deliberately try to get close to him.
If things go wrong, I might get beaten up and thrown out.
"But... I just saw that there was a girl sitting in that carriage."
"What!"
Again, gasps of surprise rose and fell.
What kind of distinguished person is worthy of Young Master Liu personally driving the carriage?!
"It really is! It's a girl in red! Her beauty is stunning, much more beautiful than our Rose Sister! She's like the goddess Luo from the poems has come to life!"
Liu Jinghong, who was at the center of the conversation, had already driven away in his carriage.
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