Huashan raised his fist and shook his head before entering the courtyard gate dejectedly.

In the simple courtyard, there are rugged rocks, apricot trees and clouds. There are scattered balconies, and the overhanging eaves are hidden in the melancholy night. At the end of the winding corridor is a brightly lit elegant pavilion.

The spring rain has just stopped, and the night wind carries the fragrance of apricot blossoms. Along with the smell of moist soil after the rain, there is a vague and strong feeling of spring.

The figure who yelled violently had already walked quickly to the door of the Accord in front of Huashan. Suddenly the man looked back and mocked: "Slowly, are you possessed by a thousand-year-old turtle?"

Huashan choked, and immediately ran as fast as flying.

Wei Shui followed unhurriedly at the end, eager to find someone to gossip about.

The elegant pavilion is spacious and fresh, with simple furnishings. The entrance is covered by a bamboo curtain, lotus lanterns hang on the wall in the room, and the fragrance of water and light smoke curl up from the green porcelain bird-pattern furnace.

Looking around, I felt that this pavilion was extremely low-key, not luxurious or expensive at all. There was not even a painting or calligraphy by a famous artist that would be hung on the wall. And there were bookshelves against the wall, and the books were densely packed together, like a glance. There is an endless mountain of books and forests.

The most peculiar thing is that on the entire wall facing north, there is a faint light shadow, and under the light and shadow is a huge green landscape painting.

The haze is beautiful in the indigo and green powder, the mountains are stretching, the mountains are stacked, the rivers are winding, the valleys are glorious, the bamboos and trees are staggered, there are people moving, and there are cars and horses.

The whole picture ups and downs, opens and closes, complements the virtual and the real, and lingers vividly. It makes people feel as if they are on the top of the beautiful mountains and rivers that are thousands of miles away, and they can't help but feel the heroic spirit of having a beautiful country and a happy life.

In front of the landscape painting, there is an elegant huanghuali wood desk with a jade vat on it. The candlelight illuminates the neatly arranged pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and also illuminates the elegant features of the man who is sitting on the soft couch.

Xie Changhuai, who was getting ready to sleep, had his dark hair spread down his back and was dressed in moon-white plain clothes, showing a very leisurely and comfortable posture.

His slender fingers with clear joints were flipping through a book of "Jialan Ji", his eyes were focused, and his eyes were as deep as a pool. The light and shadow fell on his pupils, like moonlight floating on water, deep and quiet.

He didn't pay any attention to the movement of his subordinates entering the door, and he didn't even move his eyebrows.

The man who entered the house first had a beard, a strong back, and extremely rough features.

He saluted respectfully and said: "Young Master! All the people arranged are in place! I have also called back Huashan and Weishui!" Then he briefly explained what he saw and heard in the Zhao family courtyard.

Huashan, who was lagging behind, couldn't help but trembled when he heard his name, but he still entered the door honestly.

Wei Shui followed suit and stood to one side happily waiting to watch the show.

After hearing the report from his subordinates, Xie Changhuai slowly raised his head and glanced at them. His hands were still turning the pages of the book. After another moment of silence, he slowly closed the book and placed it on the case.

"How did you deal with the burglar?" His clear voice seemed to be dyed with the color of night, and contained a low and hoarse magnetism.

"Back to Young Master, my subordinates threw them into the West Lake to enjoy the cool breeze!" Weishui said immediately, "If you feed them forgetfulness, they will not remember recent events!"

Xie Changhuai's eyes did not move and he simply said: "Go down and rest first!"

When Weishui heard that he couldn't stay to watch the fun, he felt a little sad, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only drag his feet out of the Accord.

"Huashan——"

Huashan quickly knelt down on one knee: "I know my mistake!"

Xie Changhuai looked at him, rubbed his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Go to the spider room and stay for two days!"

When Huashan heard this, a thunderbolt hit his forehead, and he thought without tears: The price of a cup of tea is too high!

However, he did not dare to bargain, so he raised his hand to salute, and quickly and voluntarily reported to the Spider Room.

"Stop!" Before Huashan could take a step forward, Xie Changhuai called out to him again.

Huashan quickly turned back.

Xie Changhuai's eyes fell on a certain part of his body, his eyes were sparkling and unfathomable, and they only made Huashan's heart tremble——

Could it be that the young master thinks that the spider room is not enough and wants him to try the feeling of squatting in the snake cave?

Suddenly, Xie Changhuai laughed, and his handsome and unparalleled features suddenly seemed like flowers blooming on the street, full of spring fragrance. As he smiled, he shook his head, and the corners of his lips were filled with unknowing affection.

Huashan and the rugged man couldn't help but be aroused by the unexpected smile of the young master. Birds were flying in the forest and beasts were walking in the mountains. They all looked at a loss.

After a moment, Xie Changhuai waved to Huashan, indicating the latter to come to him.

"Spread your hands!" he said with a raised face.

Monk Zhang Er of Huashan was confused, but he still followed the instructions honestly.

The rugged man also leaned over to take a look, and soon he discovered the clues on Huashan's hand.

"You've been drugged with fireflies!" He raised his hand and patted Huashan's shoulder, saying in a rough voice.

At this moment, Huashan naturally saw the abnormality on his fingertips, and couldn't help but be frightened: "Young Master, I didn't go anywhere else!" He was also at a loss as to when someone had given him the powder.

Xie Changhuai was still smiling, his eyebrows were shining, he paused for a moment and then said: "When I drink a cup of tea, I have to leave you some souvenir, right?"

Huashan was shocked: "You said this was done by Miss Zhao?" He looked up and down on his hand and suddenly realized, "It seems that she had expected that I would not tell her my true identity!"

"Go ahead and save the spider room for two days!" Xie Changhuai raised his hand and showed great mercy.

Huashan was stunned, but the rugged man saw something strange in the young master's eyes, and felt inexplicably worried.

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Greetings everyone: The rain has finally fallen and the chill is blowing, please keep warm!
Chapter completed!