Lan Qingjia looked around, and sure enough she saw an empty seat. It was the innermost seat, facing the window, and it was more spacious and brighter than anywhere else.

Lan Qingjia smiled and immediately sat down with Baixiang.

She was eager to consolidate her previous knowledge and retrieve her memory, and Baixiang was also eager to read the storybook, so the master and servant just read it quietly, and for a while they could only hear the sound of turning pages.

The two masters and servants looked at each other seriously. After a while, Bai Xiang was beaming with joy, while Lan Qingjia sometimes frowned, sometimes relaxed, and sometimes thought hard.

There was a set of pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table. In the end, she simply read and wrote at the same time, writing quickly.

None of them noticed that a tall figure stood silently and did not move for a long time.

The attendant behind him said in a low voice, "Master, would you like me to ask them to leave?"

The man was wearing a moon-white robe, with black hair tied high, thin lips and beautiful eyes, a face like a crown jewel, and a very noble look all over his body.

He looked at it for a moment, then looked back and said, "No need."

Just as the scholar next door stood up and left, the servant with keen eyes quickly stepped forward and wiped the area, "Master, why don't we just stay here for now."

The man nodded slightly, walked over, lifted up his robe, sat down, opened the book, and read quietly.

I don't know how much time passed, but Bai Xiang took the lead in reading the book. When she looked up, she saw her young lady drawing ghostly symbols on the paper. She didn't know what she was drawing.

Baixiang couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Miss, what is this you drew?"

Lan Qingjia kept moving her hands and replied: "Qi Men Dun Jia, Five Elements and Eight Trigrams."

Bai Xiang was even more confused, "What are you doing drawing these?"

Lan Qingjia smiled faintly, "It's because I want to break through the Linglong Pavilion on the Flower Festival."

Baixiang was still puzzled, so Lan Qingjia explained to her, "The master of Linglong Pavilion, Mr. Xuanji, is very ingenious, and the levels he set up not only include poems and songs, but also possibly strange sect gossip.

If not, how could it be that no one has been able to break through after so many years? Since I am going to give it a try this time, I naturally have to make some preparations in advance, so as not to waste the one hundred taels of silver."

Baixiang was stunned when she heard this, and looked at Lan Qingjia with even more awe in her eyes.

"Miss, you are so awesome."

Lan Qingjia smiled, "What's so great about me? The real great one is Mr. Xuanji. If these ingenious levels are his own imagination, it shows how smart and wise he is, far beyond ordinary people like us."

Even though these levels were not created by him, but by his talented people, the fact that he could recruit so many people to work for him shows that he is extremely extraordinary. I don’t know if I will ever have the honor to meet him in this life.

My Lord."

Baixiang was even more amazed after hearing this. Lan Qingjia didn't say anything more, turned around and continued to read hard. ap.zx.r

But the man next door, who was only separated by a screen from them, couldn't help but twitch his ears slightly, but his face remained calm and there was no clue.

Attendant Qiao Yuan couldn't help but turn his eyes slightly and quietly looked at his master - isn't that master sitting next to you?

At this moment, a snow-white dumpling flew in from the window, frightening the brush in Lan Qingjia's hand to shake.

"Meow--"

Bai Tuanzi tilted his head to look at Lan Qingjia and let out a long cry.

Lan Qingjia saw its appearance clearly. It was white and fluffy, like a ball of white snow. It was so cute that it almost turned into cuteness.

The shock she had just felt was instantly gone, leaving only her heart full of joy.

"So cute."

Lan Qingjia stretched out her hand to hug it, but it stared at her warily, stretched out its paws to scratch her, and yelled again in a demonstrative manner, "Meow——"

Baixiang hurriedly said: "Miss, be careful, don't get caught by it."

Lan Qingjia was very sharp-eyed. When she saw the blood on its paws, she felt heartbroken and said, "It's injured."

Lan Qingjia softened her voice and slowly stretched out her hand, "Cat, be good, can I show you the wound? I won't hurt you."

It still looked at her warily. In order to coax it to let down its guard, Lan Qingjia imitated its voice and said "meow". It tilted its head and looked at her and also said "meow".
Chapter completed!