"At the end of the day, I don't understand why you're leaving."
With a slight sigh, Tu Nian said, "That scoundrel Nie Yanchen is only concerned with finding out my background, but he doesn't know that among the people he arranged for me to meet tomorrow, some want me dead..."
"Disciple, why don't you elaborate on what you said?"
Before Tu Nian finished speaking, a man's magnetic voice suddenly sounded behind her. She turned her head abruptly and saw Nie Yanchen holding an oil lamp not far away, looking at her with interest. It was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time.
"Master...Master, why are you here?"
Tu Nian was so guilty that he didn't even realize when Bo Qiu fell silent. He subconsciously stepped back and tripped over something, falling flat on his face.
"Good disciple, remember next time before you run away, don't gossip with your second brother."
Crouching with the corners of his lips curled, Nie Yanchen held the oil lamp in front of her face and jokingly said, "Last time it was the old thief, this time it's the scoundrel again. I wonder what your disciple is going to call me next time."
When Tu Nian heard this, he felt a chill on his spine and almost cried.
If she gossips behind others' backs again, she will be struck by lightning!
…
In the cabinet, Tu Nian sat upright, listening to the regular "tapping" sounds made by Nie Yanchen's fingertips on the table.
I still remember that the last time she entered the cabinet, it was also very lively. This time she entered again, it can only be said to be even more lively.
If five hundred ducks are equivalent to one woman, then Nie Yanchen can be equivalent to ten women.
After an unknown amount of time, the knocking sound stopped.
"Tell me, who is that blind person who wants to cause trouble for my disciple?"
Tu Nian took a deep breath.
A pot of tea, two people, a few conversations, and a few oil lamps—that's all the night has.
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