Looking at the garden full of red flowers and green grass, Le Zhao couldn't help but sigh, "All the way here, it's been fighting and killing. I've almost forgotten that there is such a refined activity as appreciating flowers."
"Without fighting, how can it be Jianghu?" Duan Yunfei sighed lightly, "While we don't have to follow those words that say one thing but mean another, let's cherish this moment of peace."
Le Zhao sighed softly, then changed the subject, "Yan Yijie, that little brat, even said he would bring Miss Tang over to play, yet he hasn't returned."
Duan Yunfei picked a grape and handed it to Shen Qinglan before whispering, "It's a rare sunny day in the Prefecture; I reckon he's gone to the lake."
"Truly a guy who forgets friends for beauty." Le Zhao sneered lightly.
"Speaking of which." He looked at Duan Yunfei and Shen Qinglan and asked, "When will your Qingyun Inn open?"
"In two days, if all goes well." Duan Yunfei answered.
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