Without much time to think about it, Leng Xiaobai has not much time left. It is a good deal to trade for a favor from Zhao Heizi. In order to make Yijianmen legitimate, he decisively responded to this matter.

Zhao Heizi is also a cheerful person. After Leng Xiaobai agreed, he handed a note to his hands, and there was also a blue jade pendant.

"Bring this jade pendant, no matter what she asks you to do, you can't take it off. From the moment you see her, you can only have more or less time in a day."

Zhao Heizi said irresponsibly. After saying these irrelevant words, he used his light skills and left so quickly, and he could no longer see him in a few blinks.

Looking at the note in my hand, there were only sixteen words written on it, "West of Yangzhou City, on the shore of May Lake, outside the Forgetful Palace, the flower umbrella and the beauty."

He did not stay when he would go. Seeing Zhao Heizi's anxious look, he wanted to go there now. I wonder if this matter was really as simple as I imagined. Leng Xiaobai did not go west of Yangzhou City, but returned to Leng Mansion.

It was already noon when Wen Ren’s manor left. When he returned to the city, it was almost dusk. Seeing the setting sun in the sky, Leng Xiaobai felt uneasy. He glanced at the city gate, pulled the reins in his hand, and turned around and headed towards the west of Yangzhou City.

After seeing Qingjing, Leng Xiaobai became more and more confident in his feelings, especially after seeing Leng Mansion in his dream, he believed that this did not happen casually, and it was impossible for such a coincidence to happen.

Leng Xiaobai has also heard of this name on the shore of May Lake in the west of Yangzhou City. The rumors have never been a good reputation here. Some people who sacrifice love will choose here, and some haunted things will also choose here, as if this is the place where all the desolate and sad stories are concentrated.

The speed of the little red horse has never been questioned. He chased the sunset that he would never catch up with. Dusk has passed, and a breeze blowing night by the lake of May, and the last white light in the sky is gradually disappearing.

There is not only one pavilion on the shore of May Lake. There are the same buildings in both northeast and northwest directions. This settled location is said to be proposed by an old Taoist passing by here. The method of suppressing ghosts in the three sides is an unheard of.

In addition to these two directions, there is also one in the west, with the afterglow left by the west mountain setting off his darkness.

"West of Yangzhou City, on the shore of May Lake, outside the Forgetful Palace, the flower umbrella and the beauty of the man?"

Leng Xiaobai thought about what Zhao Heizi wrote on his note. Looking at the three pavilions in front of him, each of them was called Wangyou Pavilion, and he didn't have much thought about this when it was built.

“Isn’t this a waste of time?”

The reins of the little red horse were always just a decoration, and the main function was that they were some use when riding a horse. They usually let him rush around.

When you walk into the Wangyou Pavilion in the Northeast, you can see men and women in groups here, doing something that makes people blush. You don’t care about Leng Xiaobai’s glance when he passed by, and turn around to continue their “big event”.

"People at night are more relaxed than during the day. They are all well-dressed, and now they seem to be possessed by animals."

Walking through Wangyou Pavilion in the Northeast, I don’t have much interest in those men and women. The decorations here are easy to attract interest. Every piece of things looks shoddy, and after the overall arrangement is put, it is very unified and complete, as if they should be here.

The paintings on the wall, the vases on the table and the flower arrangements inside, the carvings on the tables, chairs and benches, and the embroiderers on the doors and curtains are nothing that Yangzhou should have, but it is more like the unrestrained and unruly only in the frontiers. Every stroke outlines all the charges.

"World-you Pavilion is not as superficial as it seems on the surface. You should come over to observe it during the day to understand that the taste is really extraordinary."

After leaving the gate of Wangyou Pavilion, Leng Xiaobai walked west along the way, and the little red horse ran over from the other side and followed closely behind. The horse had a spirit and was straightforward.

"May Lake should not be the strange thing in the rumors. I saw the bright moon reflected in the lake water, painting the breeze and rippling waves. In addition, these three Wangyou Pavilions have added a bit of color, which is like a haunted place."

Just as Leng Xiaobai was pleasing to the night view, outside the west Wangyou Pavilion not far ahead, he was standing there with his back facing Leng Xiaobai, with white clothes fluttering, and a flower umbrella in his hand added a bit of desolation, which was somewhat similar to the female ghost in the rumor.

The sword on his back was a little heavier, Leng Xiaobai's pace was a little slower, and the little red horse behind him was also gasping for a while while preparing to rush forward.

"The young master is the one invited by my father?"

The quietness in Zhengxi Wangyou Pavilion is really like two worlds with the place I just came. Because I was too nervous, I felt the quietness here, so that I could hear the far-reaching words clearly.

"Leng Xiaobai."

Leng Xiaobai took out the blue sky jade from his arms. Zhao Heizi did not forget his explanation. After proving that he was the person he mentioned, he brought the stone to his chest.

"Thank you, the young master, come here, let go of the shabby. If you don't dislike it, please come to the young master, let's drink a cup of tea."

The woman in white put away her flower umbrella and walked into the room. The breeze held the white shirt behind her and raised and fell. The inexplicable fragrance scattered in the air, as if it was natural.

Leng Xiaobai turned around and patted Xiaohongma's head, nodded to him again, watched him walk towards Yangzhou City, and then came to Wangyou Pavilion.

The three points of the Forget-Wait Pavilion are wild and unrestrained, and the other is fresh and elegant, and the other is left with desolation and sadness. Some people can like wild and unrestrained for a long time, while others can like fresh and elegant for a long time. Desolation and sadness even if people with this experience do not want to stay in such a place.

"Zhao Qianqian, this is my name, you can also call me Qianqian."

The Wangyou Pavilion was very big, and the two of them were just sitting in a tea pavilion at the door. Zhao Qianqian started making tea skillfully. This was the reason why she invited Leng Xiaobai in and the beginning of their conversation.

"Ms. Zhao, I'm just a rough man. If there is any inappropriateness, please don't be surprised."

Leng Xiaobai looked at Zhao Qianqian straight, not coveting her beauty, but it was his way of speaking. He looked at the other party and expressed respect. He also did the same with his two wives at home, but forgot that the person in front of him was not his wife, but Miss Zhao in his mouth.

Zhao Qianqian didn't speak, and stayed in a place where there was no one. She wanted to speak but no one listened to her, so she gave up talking. When she was bored, she was just the fish and shrimps in the water saying something they didn't understand and she didn't understand.
Chapter completed!