C42 (1/2)

The troops of the Huns quickly passed by the teahouse where Lu JinNian was staying. The clamor of the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only fragrances on the ground.

Lu JinNian sighed, ”It's really cool.”

Seeing that Shen Yin was still craning his neck to look, he silently took out a fan and tapped it on his head with the handle of the fan. ”Brother Lin Mu, I know you are a good beauty, but as one of the three young masters of Liang Jing City, you don't even have this little modesty, do you?”

After recovering from his daze, Shen Yin smiled and replied, ”The beauty of the Huns on the prairie is very different from the beauty of my Ming Xuan Country. Brother Chu, please excuse me.”

Lu JinNian nodded, ”It doesn't matter. It's your fault that I'm a fan of your paintings. Whenever Brother Yin Lin takes out his collection of paintings to admire, I will forgive you.”

At the mention of the collection, the few popinjays immediately gave up on their earlier conversation and turned to Shen Yin Ju. ”Brother Shen, you can't be so biased towards us. We want to watch as well!”

Shen Yin, ”...”

Only Ji Shaohua asked curiously, ”Collection of paintings? What collection of paintings? ”

The general of the hussar's family had a very positive atmosphere. What Ji Huai taught his son were military tactics and martial arts. He practiced martial arts in the morning, studied at noon, and went out to exercise in the afternoon.

Even though Ji Shaohua knew Liang Jing's silkpants, he rarely played with them. There were no issues of restricted levels involved, to the point where he didn't even know what Shen Yin was drawing.

Shen Yin Lin rubbed his nose awkwardly, while Kong Lian winked at him and giggled. ”Well, my family has a lot of Brother Lin's collection. One day, Brother Shaohua, come to my family and study hard.”

Ji Shaohua was filled with doubts, and was considering whether he should agree or not, when he heard Song An interrupt him, ”Don't bring harm to my pure and good child, don't forget why he is joining us today.”

Kong Lian's face stiffened as he said resentfully, ”Don't ask me, I'm not familiar with Miss Lu.”

Gu Yan teased, ”I don't know who fought with Miss Lu to lose, but in the end, they even cried.”

Lu JinNian was listening at the side and couldn't help but to twitch his mouth, pulling her up. He looked at Kong Lian who had an extremely pale face, then at Ji Shaohua who looked bashful … Wait, shy? Why should I be shy?

Song An didn't mind the hustle and bustle. Seeing Lu JinNian's puzzled look, he laughed, ”Young Master Chu has roamed the martial arts world and has seen a lot. Why don't you come up with some ideas as well?”

Lu JinNian smiled humbly, ”The martial arts world is vast and the world is vast. I dare not say that I am knowledgeable, so why not tell me what the matter is? It's also good to have one more person to think and discuss.”

”...”

This also had to start from Ji Shaohua's father, the hussar general Ji Huai, who had entered the military camp to join the army.

The reason was because he admired Lu JinNian's grandfather, the old general Lu Jinghui, and continued to throw his weight around the battlefield. He was the son of his idol, Lu JinNian's father, Lu Mo Ting.

In order to let his idol see him, he diligently trained with Lu Mo Ting every day in the army camp.

When Lu Mo Ting got up, he would get up. However much Lu Mo Ting trained, he would double his training.

Lu Mo Ting read whatever book he wanted, so he fought to read, but in the end, when he really went to the battlefield, he was still not as good as Lu Mo Ting in planning things out.