Huan Qin (3)

"Oh..." Across from Long Ai, Ye Lang ate the exquisite food on the table and casually responded.

"..."

"Cousin, that tune you played just now was so interesting. Can you play it for me again sometime?" Long Ai began pestering Ye Lang again.

"Sure!" Ye Lang nodded in reply.

"Really? That's wonderful! When?"

"Like you said, sometime later..."

"When is 'sometime later'?"

"Later means later!"

"..."

Long Ai fell silent for a moment, then said, "cousin, you're brushing me off!!"

"Mm, you're not that dumb after all!" Ye Lang readily admitted.

"Forget it. You promised me anyway, so even if you're brushing me off, you still have to brush me off properly! Oh, right, cousin, how did you grow that rare flower? I tried many times before, but I could never grow one. And didn't you say you didn't have any before? How did you get one in just a few days..." Long Ai began pestering Ye Lang about another matter—the flowers.

"This rare flower, it..." Ye Lang did not mind either, directly telling Long Ai how to cultivate it. Naturally, he only meant the ordinary method, without using alchemy. As for why Ye Lang could complete it in a few days, he naturally would not mention that.

At that time, Long Ai only thought about how to plant it and did not pursue her other questions. She had merely asked them in passing to begin with.

Before long, one performance after another took the stage. The splendid acts drove the atmosphere to wave after wave of climax, and by then, everyone seemed to have forgotten what had happened earlier, throwing themselves wholeheartedly into the celebratory mood.

After that, an opera by the Celestial Music Troupe pushed the entire atmosphere to its highest point. As expected of the greatest troupe