The Ye family in Jiangnan was a famous tea merchant in the Dahong Dynasty. During the thirteenth year of Chongyuan, the business center moved from Jiangnan to Kyoto.
Heyuju is located on Lingque Street, the most prosperous street in Kyoto. It is said that the owner is an immortal. As long as he can pay the corresponding price, there is nothing he can't do.
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"Taoist Priest, can you tell me a fortune?" Ye Xinglan leaned on the chair and flapped the folding fan gently in his hand.
Mu Qinghe raised his eyes slightly, glanced at him quickly, then lowered his eyes and continued to draw the demon-conquering talisman, without any emotion in his tone: "No."
"I'll pay you." Ye Xinglan closed the folding fan and laughed softly.
"No chance, it doesn't count."
Ye Xinglan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "Oh? I wonder why Taoist Master Lingyu is so targeting me?"
"Ah Qi, see you off." Mu Qinghe did not answer, but waved to the little Taoist boy, and then motioned for Ye Xinglan to leave on his own.
The master had already behaved like this, and his guest could no longer stay here shamelessly. He said goodbye and left Heyu Residence.
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The early morning sunlight slipped into the house along the cracks in the window. Mu Qinghe got up and stretched his muscles. It was a bit tiring to sleep on the table all night. He turned his attention to the pale man on the couch. He had taken care of him until midnight last night, otherwise he would not have fallen asleep on the table.
"Who are you..." He sighed.
The eyelashes of the man on the couch moved slightly. Mu Qinghe called Ah Qi to bring some soup. After Ah Qi left, he said, "Get up when you wake up. It's too obvious that you are pretending to be asleep."
Ye Xinglan stood up slowly, his eyes slightly curved: "Little uncle, you saved me?"
Mu Qinghe handed him the decoction and said coldly: "Someone fell injured last night at the back door of my and Yu's house. I just picked it up."
"There is no way I can repay the kindness of saving my life. How about I pledge my life to you?" Ye Xinglan said with a smile.
"No, I won't cut off my sleeves." Mu Qinghe looked at him calmly.
Ye Xinglan raised his head and drank the soup, looking at him with burning eyes: "Me neither, but when I meet you, I am."
The scheming rogue young master × the cold-hearted gentleman