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After leaving the 13th floor of Qingyi, Shen Jiayu headed towards the direction of Fulai Inn. The street was bustling with people, the sounds of hawking were endless, and the coming and going of vehicles and pedestrians and the sounds of hawking made the street full of the atmosphere of human life.

"The Shangsi Festival is three days from now. I will wait for you here. Can you...can you keep the appointment?"

"Well, here and now three days later."

A young man and woman stood on the arch bridge, looking at each other affectionately, as if they had endless things to say to each other, but due to the difference between men and women, they could only look at each other from opposite sides.

Shen Jiayu stood under the bridge, listening to their conversation, and murmured, "Shangsi Festival, the ancient Valentine's Day! What a great opportunity!"

She was worrying about how to get these two people to meet.

In four days, Song Qinghong will leave Ningyuan City and return to Kyoto to become the daughter of the high and mighty prime minister. By then, it will be difficult for Wen Xiangzhu to leave a deep impression, because Song Qinghong's childhood sweetheart Qi Binwei is in Kyoto.

If you take the initiative at this time, act as a hero to save the damsel in distress, or create a chance encounter for them, I'm sure they will be deeply impressed.

Shen Jiayu turned and walked onto the street. Along the way, she heard many people discussing the Shangsi Festival. Even she herself began to look forward to it vaguely.

Shangsi Festival is commonly known as March 3rd. In Yunli Kingdom, the most important part of Shangsi Festival is the ritual of nodding the head and body with willow branches dipped in flower petals water, which is meant to ward off disasters and bring blessings. On the day of Shangsi Festival, people enjoy the spring night with wine cups flowing down the stream and worship Gao Mei.

A lot of small shows can be put on on this day.

In the Fulai Inn, Song Qinghong and Luqi practiced horse stance meticulously, hoping to make some progress before Shen Jiayu arrived.

After Shen Jiayu left the 13th floor of Qingyi Hotel, he came to Fulai Inn, stood in front of the door of Room No. 1 and knocked gently. Luqi inside the room quickly opened the door.

"Miss, it's Miss Shen!" Luqi liked Shen Jiayu very much and was very happy to see her, so she hurriedly said.

Song Qinghong thought it was just the inn staff or her guards coming to see her, but she didn't expect it was Shen Jiayu who came. She was squatting in a straight horse stance and didn't know whether she should stop and greet Shen Jiayu or continue.

After thinking for a while, he continued to squat in horse stance, tilted his head and looked towards the door and said, "Miss Shen, come and see if my horse stance is good?"

Shen Jiayu smiled, looked at Song Qinghong lovingly, and nodded, "Very good, you can start your apprenticeship now."

Women just need to do some proper exercises to strengthen their bodies. Song Qinghong's horse stance is indeed quite good. If someone wants to push someone down or trip them in the future, it won't be that easy.

Song Qinghong's slightly tired eyes suddenly lit up. The time was up. She took a deep breath and slowly stood up, regaining the elegant posture engraved in her bones, and sat down at the table with Shen Jiayu.

Luqi went downstairs to get some exquisite pastries, put them on the table, and joked, "Miss Shen, our young lady is looking forward to your coming. She often thinks about your injury at night. Because you didn't come because of something, you often asked me to watch you practice, and I dare not relax for a moment."

"Hey, why is Luqi saying all this?" Song Qinghong looked at Luqi helplessly and scolded her softly.

Shen Jiayu was deeply touched. He could feel the warmth every time he came to her place. If it was Wen Xiangzhu who came, he would probably have the same thought. He was a man with too much hatred and there was no one around him who understood his warmth.

Song Qinghong blushed slightly, and said in a whisper, "From now on, I can call you Jiayu, okay? I... I don't have many close friends in my boudoir, but after meeting you, I'm very happy."

This was exactly what Shen Jiayu wanted. She was eager to have a better relationship with Song Qinghong. After she was done with their business, she would go to Kyoto to find the male and female protagonists to push the main storyline forward.

"Of course, Miss Song. Today I will teach you some other ways of self-defense. You and Luqi can learn them. The Shangsi Festival is in three days. While you are still in Ningyuan City, why not come with me for a spring night outing." Shen Jiayu asked tentatively.

Song Qinghong's beautiful eyes moved and she thought for a while before agreeing.

The family rules bound her, but she wanted to let loose for once in Ningyuan City. On the day of the danger, guards had sent a letter to Kyoto, saying that everyone in the family was worried about her safety and had sent people south to pick her up. The number of guards was doubled, all the way from Ningyuan City to Kyoto. After leaving Ningyuan City, she would never have the chance to be so unrestrained again.

After teaching them some basic body movements, Shen Jiayu was worried that they would not be able to remember them, so he drew all the movements one by one while they were practicing. However, the drawing skills were not very good and one could barely make out a human appearance and shape.

Song Qinghong was a little tired. She stood beside Shen Jiayu and looked at her painting. She smiled and pursed her lips, not daring to let Shen Jiayu see her. "Can I touch it up a bit?"

At first glance, this painting seems to match what Shen Jiayu taught today, but upon second glance, it is indistinguishable. In order to avoid learning wrong things, Song Qinghong still wants to work on it herself.

Shen Jiayu knew that his painting skills were really not up to par and that he was the only one who could appreciate it, so he readily agreed.

After Song Qinghong's modifications, the painting became different. It still looked like the previous painting, but it was different and much more refined.

Shen Jiayu said awkwardly: "If I had known this, you would have just painted it."

Song Qinghong smiled and said, "We each have our own strengths. You and I complement each other."

The two smiled at each other, feeling warm and peaceful.

But the situation is different in the Wei De Tea Room on the 13th floor of Tsing Yi.

Wen Xiangzhu's patience had reached its limit. He took a sip of tea, put the teacup back in its place, lifted the tea lid on the saucer with his fingers and lightly tapped it, placed his hands under the table, and tapped his knuckles with his right hand again and again.

Ruan Shuhui was completely unaware. She carefully took out a proper amount of tea leaves from the tea can with a teaspoon and shook them into the teacup. The tea leaves slowly sank to the bottom of the cup and slowly expanded in the hot water, emitting a unique tea fragrance. After brewing a cup of tea, Ruan Shuhui placed it in front of Wen Xiangzhu, "Master Hanshan, my brother came back yesterday and brought this excellent tea. How does it taste?"

Wen Xiangzhu's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled very gently. His charming phoenix eyes glanced at Ruan Shuhui, then shifted his gaze to the tea she had brewed. He raised his hand, picked up the teacup, put it to his lips and took a sip. "This is excellent tea. I am overconfident about this kind of good tea."

Ruan Shuhui, immersed in his gentle look, shook her head and said, "How could it be! Young Master, you deserve the best in the world. Tea is a vulgar thing that can be obtained with gold and silver. Gold and silver can buy everything, but they cannot buy true love."

She deliberately emphasized the word "sincerely", hoping that Wen Xiangzhu could understand the hidden meaning of her words. Her eyes never left Wen Xiangzhu, but Wen Xiangzhu was still as distant to her as before.

Wen Xiangzhu did not respond. His current target was Song Qinghong. He would be leaving Ningyuan City soon. Ruan Shuhui would then be of no value. It was time to discard this flag.