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The old bustard of Chunyu Building caught up to the attic and heaved a sigh of relief seeing Jiang Yuxing still standing in front of the door.

Just now the young master ran in in a hurry, grabbed a young servant and asked, where is the oiran?

The boy was startled, and in a panic, he raised his finger in the direction of the attic, and then, the young man ran up without saying a word.

The madam was afraid that he would scare the other guests, so she quickly chased after him.

"My lord," the old bustard persuaded, "Miss Yaoyu has guests, why not call me Xiaocui..."

Jiang Yuxing raised his hand and pushed the door open.

Several people in the room looked at him in unison---it really was Lin Ziyan and the others.

"Oh, my lords, forgive me," the old bustard hurriedly said, "This young master went to the wrong place, so I just..."

"That's right," Zhao Feng hurriedly said, "Ayu, come in quickly."

Seeing that they were acquaintances, the old bustard didn't say much, closed the door with a lost smile and went out.

Jiang Yuxing glanced at the few people in the room, and said coldly: "Did you enjoy watching?"

Zhao Feng laughed dryly for a while, before he could speak, he heard Lin Ziyan burp, "Uh..."

Jiang Yuxing frowned, walked over and touched his blushing face, "Have you been drinking?"

Lin Ziyan nodded blankly, and said with crooked eyebrows: "It's delicious."

The old man next to him picked up the wine and poured it for him, "Then have another drink."

"Stop drinking," Jiang Yuxing said, "he's going to be drunk."

"It's better when you're drunk," the old man said excitedly, "It's fun for Lin Xiaoyan to be drunk."

Jiang Yuxing looked puzzled.

The old man rubbed his hands together, stood up and said, "I'll show you my hands."

He stepped on the chair and gestured as if singing a big show: "Thief, where are you going?!"

Lin Ziyan blinked, stepped on the chair, imitated his appearance and said: "Thief, where are you going?!"

Jiangyu Xing: "..."

The old man pushed it out with a palm, "The wind and the clouds!"

Lin Ziyan also pushed it out with a palm, "The wind is rolling!"

"Golden Rooster Independence!"

"Golden Rooster Independence!"

Hua Kui stood aside, watching the two of them swipe left and right, with a dazed expression --- do you want to see the broken boulder on your chest?

Zhao Feng thumped the table with a smile, eager to try: "I will come too, monkeys fishing for the moon..." Before he finished speaking, he asked Jiang Yuxing to kick him, "Why are you joining in the fun?!"

He supported Lin Ziyan who was swaying left and right, and persuaded: "Go back, okay?"

Lin Ziyan shook his head, hugged him, rubbed him in his arms, and said, "It depends on the boulder in his chest."

"Yes, yes, yes," the old man also said, "and the big porcelain bowl on top of his head!"

Jiang Yuxing raised his forehead and said, "Stop making trouble, how could she..."

Then, he saw the oiran bring out a large porcelain bowl and put it on his head.

Jiang Yuxing: "...are you really an oiran?"

Hua Kui seemed a little embarrassed, smiled and said: "You don't have too many skills, but you still need to look at other things. I can also dance swords and walk ropes!"

Suddenly Jiangyu Xing's arms were empty, and Lin Ziyan picked up a pot of tea from the table and put it on his head foolishly.

He hastily snatched the teapot down, and said to the oiran, "Don't move, don't do anything." Otherwise, this little drunk might want to imitate your chest crushing boulders.

Lin Ziyan was a little unhappy about being robbed of the teapot, and murmured while tugging on Jiang Yuxing's sleeve: "Give it back to me, and I will..."

Jiang Yuxing picked him up and walked out.

"Hey," the old man shouted behind him, "how did you go? Haven't finished the wine yet?"

Zhao Feng grabbed him and said: "Come on, senior, let's drink..."

Jiang Yuxing carried Lin Ziyan back to the inn.The person in his arms was drowsy, but he still hugged his neck and murmured, "Look at... broken boulders..."

Jiang Yuxing put him on the bed, tucked in the quilt, "I'll take you to see it next time, okay?"

Lin Ziyan tilted his head to look at him, and imitated: "I'll take you to see it next time, okay?"

Jiang Yuxing couldn't hold back his laughter, "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Ziyan: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Yu paused for a moment, then approached him and said, "Lin Ziyan..."

Lin Ziyan: "Lin Ziyan..."

Jiangyu Xing: "I like Ayu."

Lin Ziyan frowned, "Well, I like Ayu."

Jiang Yuxing pressed against his forehead and smiled softly.

Even if it was cheated, it made him happy for no reason.

"I was wrong," he said in a low voice, "Actually, I should have told you that day that you are...my sweetheart."

The next day, Lin Ziyan was half asleep and half awake when he heard a noise.

"He's not awake yet, don't disturb him."

"The sun is so high, I haven't woken up yet."

"I don't know who gave him a drink."

"Hehe... just a few cups, I drank several pots and woke up."

Lin Ziyan lifted the quilt, got out of bed in a daze, opened the door and saw Jiang Yuxing and the old man standing at the door.

"Xiao Yan, you're awake," the old man said with a smile, "Does your head hurt?"

Lin Ziyan rubbed his forehead---it seemed to be a little painful.

He wondered, "Why do I have a headache?"

Seeing that he was wearing thin clothes, Jiang Yuxing dragged him back to his room, "You drank wine yesterday."

Lin Ziyan thought for a while---it seemed that he drank a few cups.

What happened after that?It seems... I can't think of anything.

"Can't remember?" The old man suddenly raised one foot, "Golden Rooster is independent!"

Lin Ziyan was taken aback, "...what?"

"It's okay," Jiang Yuxing put on his coat, "he's having a convulsion."

"Brother Jiang!" At this moment, Xu Er suddenly ran in with a note, "Brother Zhao is gone, only this note is left in the room."

Jiang Yuxing took the note and saw that there were only three words written on it---leave first.

It was Zhao Feng's handwriting, Jiang Yuxing thought, maybe he has something to do.

"Why did you leave all of a sudden?" the old man said regretfully, "This Xiao Zhao has a good drinker, he didn't get drunk after drinking several jars yesterday."

"We should go too," Jiang Yuxing said to Xu Erdao, "Pack up and leave in the afternoon."

Xu Er nodded and went to feed the horses first.

The old man stroked his beard and asked Lin Ziyan, "Xiaoyan, do you have any alcohol in the car?"

Lin Ziyan shook his head, "No."

The old man pulled Lin Ziyan up and walked out, "Then hurry up and buy it, otherwise what will I drink on the way?"

Jiangyu Xing: "..." Who said that I want to go with you?

Lin Ziyan hadn't had breakfast yet, Jiangyu Xing was afraid that he would be hungry, so he bought a few buns on the street first.

They were eating buns and saw someone selling paintings on the street.

"This is the authentic work of Zhou Yi, the sage of painting---"Yunshan Temple"," the man held a painting, and said to the young masters in front of the painting booth, "It's hard to come by, it's hard to buy!"

The old man bit the bun, shook his head and said, "Nonsense."

Lin Ziyan also shook his head and said, "It's a pity for this good paper."

Jiang Yuxing saw the old man's determined face, and couldn't help asking: "How do you know he's talking nonsense?" You also know how to draw?

"Nonsense," the old man said, "The real one is in Xiao Yan's hands."

Lin Ziyan was taken aback, "Me?"

The old man nodded, and muttered again: "I don't know if those old bald donkeys in Yunshan Temple are dead? They call me to sweep the floor every year. Why is there no movement this year?"

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