Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 17: Hongxiu Pavilion

Due to the huge consumption last night, Ye Beixuan slept deeper than a dead person.

I slept until noon and the sun was shining on my butt.

"Ah" he stretched, and the numbing feeling caused by the stretched muscles made him feel comfortable all over.

When he put on his clothes and was about to wash up, toiletries suddenly floated in front of him from the room.

"Sir, please wash up."

Ye Beixuan was stunned! So thoughtful? Raising a female ghost is not useless! At least she can be a maid at home.

After washing up, the toiletries automatically floated away, and a puff of green smoke flew towards the oil-paper umbrella.

"I'm going out for a while and may be back at night. Don't come out and cause trouble in broad daylight. If you run into those two ghost catchers from last night, you'll cry!"

After finishing the instructions, Ye Beixuan pushed open the door. The sunlight came in directly, and he felt warm all over. He couldn't help but stretch his waist again, and even the shadow behind him was stretched out in a slanted manner.

Besides being full of energy, his thinking ability naturally improved. Ye Beixuan walked out of the door, locked the door, and began to think about where to go to tell stories.

The path outside the house is winding, and the bamboo forests on both sides are like surging green waves.

The breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, and the sunlight dappled the bamboos, creating a fresh green scene.

Walking out of the bamboo forest, it feels like stepping out of a quiet and peaceful place, and all the troubles of the world are right in front of you.

Walking on the street, Ye Beixuan had no intention of appreciating the endless stream of people and the bustling streets. He was looking down and thinking about where to go.

A scent of ink wafted over, and he subconsciously looked up to see the "Hongxiu Pavilion" sign standing quietly on the street. The wooden sign was quaint and simple, and the three characters seemed to have a faint scent of ink floating around.

Two welcoming beauties stood at the door, dressed in cheongsams, their figures graceful and elegant. Their fair faces were rosy, their eyes lively, and they smiled gently as they extended their hands to greet the young men and scholars who came and went.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?" One of the beauties said to a handsome young man at the door with a smile on her face.

"Appointment?" The young man was confused and felt overwhelmed. It was his first time here, so naturally he didn't know what to do.

So he shook his head and said, "No appointment."

"Well, I'm sorry, you can make an appointment today and come back in three days. The number of people that Hongxiu Pavilion can receive every day is limited." The beauty did not show any sarcasm or anything like that because he did not have an appointment. On the contrary, she was very polite.

At this moment, her eyes were suddenly attracted by Ye Beixuan who was not far away. After looking at him for a while, she picked up the portrait on the table and whispered something to the receptionist next to her.

After taking a look, Ye Beixuan sighed in his heart. Although books are related to literature, they are different from poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting after all.

He shook his head, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.

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Suddenly, he heard the hurried shout of the beauty coming towards him from behind. Ye Beixuan turned around and saw that she was walking very fast, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to catch up with him.

"What's the matter, girl?"

The beauty gasped for breath, swallowed hard, and bent over with her hands on her knees, gasping for breath. It was obvious that she had just run very fast.

After she calmed down, she spoke softly, "Mr. Ye, are you Ye Beixuan, Mr. Ye?"

"It's me, what's up?" Ye Beixuan was slightly taken aback, then bowed and saluted. He actually knew his name? He even knew him.

"That's right. Our Pavilion Master once said that if you meet Mr. Ye, you must ask him to do you the honor of going to Hongxiu Pavilion." The beautiful woman said with a smile on her face.

At the same time, she unconsciously looked at Ye Beixuan and suddenly felt a liking for him. He was much more handsome in person than in the portrait. Could he be the Pavilion Master's lover? Impossible! So many handsome young men had never impressed the Pavilion Master, so why would he?
After listening to her, Ye Beixuan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. He wanted to see what she said, which might be very useful to him.

"In that case, thank you very much."

The welcoming beauty immediately gestured with her hand, and under the envious gazes of everyone, she led Ye Beixuan into the Hongxiu Pavilion.

Who is this person? Why can Miss Hong'er lead him personally?
The young man next to him who needed an appointment asked the person next to him in a puzzled tone, "Why doesn't this young man need an appointment?"

"We don't know either! Normally everyone needs to make an appointment. Maybe he's a VIP or something!"

Ye Beixuan had no idea what the people outside were thinking. Led by the receptionist, he stepped into the Hongxiu Pavilion. The scent of agarwood from the wooden bookshelves immediately filled his nose.

This is a place for studying calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, and anything related to literature is involved.

Passing by a place that looked like a school, bursts of vocal music came from inside. A beautiful woman wearing the Hongxiu Pavilion uniform was demonstrating how to play the piano. It was a group of rich young men and women who were learning vocal music.

Ye Beixuan suddenly thought of the jade flute he had received as a reward last time. Could he also produce the sound of nature?

Not a moment.

He was brought into a living room where Li Xianglian was sitting in the main seat. Seeing Ye Beixuan coming, she immediately stood up to greet him.

"Mr. Ye, you are so honored to be here. Xianglian, please forgive me for not coming to greet you in person." Her voice was as delicate as the spring breeze, which made people feel good about her unconsciously.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Ye Beixuan bowed in return and said, "I wonder why the young lady sent someone to bring me here on the street today?"

You are not really doing editing!

"Please take a seat, Mr. Ye." Li Xianglian picked up the teapot and began to pour tea for Ye Beixuan.

"Xianglian knows that this is a bit presumptuous, but Xianglian knows that Mr. Ye must have other stories besides the sad and beautiful story of "Peach Blossom Fan"! " When Li Xianglian talked about the Peach Blossom Fan, her eyes were full of anticipation, and she unconsciously clenched the Peach Blossom Fan in her hand, as if she was Li Xiangjun, who had a rough fate.

"Indeed, there is, but I don't like the job of compiling." Ye Beixuan declined with a bow. Speaking was his strong point, but as for writing? There was no reward, and it was hard and tiring.

"Xianglian hopes that Master Ye can agree. The money is easy to discuss as long as Master Ye agrees." Li Xianglian spoke faster, obviously in a hurry.

"Also, how about you and Hongxiu Pavilion split the money from the book's publication fifty-fifty?"

Looking at her sincere eyes, Ye Beixuan sighed! It seemed that her sincerity was indeed very strong! But his purpose was to get the system reward!
"I appreciate your kindness, Miss. I am just a storyteller, not a writer, and I don't know how to compile. Please find someone else." Ye Beixuan stood up again and bowed to refuse.

"Goodbye." He added, then turned and left with his hands behind his back.

As soon as he stepped out of the door with his right foot, Li Xianglian's urgent voice came: "Hongxiu Pavilion can also be used for storytelling, young master."

Ye Beixuan paused. Telling stories in Hongxiu Pavilion? That seemed like a good idea! He could also make money from publishing, killing two birds with one stone. It sounded pretty good.

So he turned around and bowed, "Miss, please tell me, how can Hongxiu Pavilion provide the venue?"

(End of this chapter)