Three years ago, the master of Qingyun Pavilion, Yinming, was willing to give Ji Changhe, the most beautiful woman in the world, the jadeite thousand cicadas, one of the seven secret treasures of the Ji family silk and satin shop. Ji Changhe was really moved by Lou Yinming's handsomeness and generosity.
And Lou Yinming, who only loves beauties, could not have expected that the nonsense he told Ji Changhe to coax him would be remembered by him.
In the small courtyard of the pavilion, a tall, slender man in white robe sat alone on a white jade stone bench. His left hand was holding a wide cuff, and his right hand elegantly picked up the inkstone pressed on the rice paper.
"Pavilion Master, let Cuiqing handle such rough matters."
Cuiqing, who hurried over with a bowl of crushed ice in her hands, saw that her master seemed to be grinding the ink himself, so she hurriedly poured the ice cubes into the small bellows in front of Lou Yinming, then took the inkstone and concentrated on grinding the ink for Lou Yinming.
"It doesn't matter. Just go and see Chang He first. I wonder if he's too fat."
Lou Yinming took the inkstone back into his hand again, and while slowly adding water to the inkstone, he did not forget to raise his head and give Cuiqing a mischievous smile.
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You finally have a fan - after twelve years of coaching. The truth always hurts so much2333
Come on, I want to see more of A Zhang's daily life
You finally have a fan - after twelve years of coaching. The truth always hurts so much2333
Come on, I want to see more of A Zhang's daily life