Liu Guancen clasped his hands. "Brother Xu's words leave fragrance on the lips. How could anyone call them sour and pedantic? What could be better than meeting kindred friends today? Please forgive my earlier presumption, Brother Xu."
Xu Yi waved a hand. "Brother Guan Cen, you flatter me. It's my honor to meet such distinguished guests today. It's rare to find such a beautiful place in Xianlin City. Though nestled in the bustling city, it hides the depths of the mountains. What is there to do in the mountains? Brew wine from pine blossoms, boil tea with spring water."
"Wonderful!"
Wu Si applauded. "It was presumptuous of me as host. To have tea but no wine—wouldn't that do a disservice to Brother Xu's marvelous words?"
Song Qingying bounded forward. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Song Qingying. Brother Xu, it's a pleasure to meet you." As she spoke, she raised her hands in a formal salute to Xu Yi.
Seeing the freckles on her face and her gently arched brows, as if veiled in mist, Xu Yi praised her sincerely. "How much sorrow the west wind bears; it cannot blow away those curving brows. Fellow Daoist Song, you have such lovely looks. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Song Qingying covered her mouth in surprise, then laughed and stepped aside. She had never heard anyone praise her appearance like that before. It was a thousand times more artful than the vulgar compliments of ordinary men.
So talented, yet what a flatterer. Xiao Tao sent the thought to Director Yu.
Even if it's flattery, to flatter with such refreshing grace is a rare art. I never expected this petty official to be such a fascinating man, Director Yu replied telepathically.
Xiao Tao gave a soft snort and couldn't help interjecting. "Please, Fellow