No woman would turn down a compliment, especially a woman like Tang Yuehua.
Seeing this, Lu Qian hurried to strike while the iron was hot, continuing to bombard Tang Yuehua with sugar-coated shells.
"Pavilion Master, rumor has it that if all the grace and splendor in the world amounted to ten measures, you alone would possess eight, Pope Bibi Dong of Spirit Hall would have one, and all the other women in the world would share the last."
Lu Qian's flattery was truly on another level!
Not only was it wonderfully literary, it was fresh and refined as well!
(Lu Qian: Master, sorry! Xie Lingyun, sorry to you too!)
Of course, it worked very well too.
After hearing it, Tang Yuehua laughed so much that she could not close her mouth, trembling like a flowering branch. Lu Qian nearly stared himself silly.
But this was no time to expose his true thoughts. Lu Qian hurriedly tore his gaze away from Tang Yuehua's trembling curves and looked elsewhere.
After laughing for a while, Tang Yuehua finally stopped and said to Lu Qian:
"My young friend, why don't I remember hearing that rumor about me?"
Tang Yuehua's eyes curved when she smiled. Looking down at Lu Qian now, she was quite alluring indeed!
Lu Qian smiled as well and said:
"Then I think there should be one from now on."
"Young friend, you certainly have a way with words."
Tang Yuehua reached out and stroked Lu Qian's head, her eyes brimming with tenderness.
Tang Yuehua had never had children. In the original story, she had treated Tang San as her own child.
Now such an outstanding, sweet-tongued young friend had appeared before her. Though he looked a little big, that did nothing to stop her maternal affection from overflowing.
Facing Tang Yuehua,