Lin Jinyan smiled and pushed the finished tea cup in front of An Zhixian. An Zhixian continued to pour tea and raised his eyebrows:
"Please ask Miss Lin to clear up the confusion."
Lin Jinyan: "Don't worry, Boss An hasn't said yet whether Mingye Pavilion can agree to my proposal? Besides, I just thought of the place and I can't be sure yet. Boss An has a close relationship with Tianji Sect. It would be more reassuring to ask them to investigate." some."
An Zhixian smiled and said: "I still need to write a letter to discuss this matter with my tutor. As for Tianji Sect, we are both from Tai'an and from Jianghu. We need to buy some information from Tianji Sect. Naturally, we have some contacts, but I dare not say that we are related. Qian, it’s just that all the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit.”
Lin Jinyan: "Then we'll discuss it after Boss An and Master An have discussed it."
An Zhixian: "Okay, An will inform Miss Lin after the tutor replies. What An is curious about is, what does Miss Lin want those people for?"
Lin Jinyan: "It has the same use as Boss An."
The two looked at each other and smiled, secretly saying that the other was cunning.
After returning home, Bai Zhi found Lin Jinyan alone and whispered:
"Miss, did you smell the soul-chasing fragrance on Boss An just now?"
Lin Jinyan: "No, I was about to ask you."
Bai Zhi: "I didn't smell any fragrance at all. There should be someone from Cang Sheng Mountain around him."
Lin Jinyan: "Are you saying that the Soul-Chasing Incense has been removed? Then An Zhixian should also know that I gave him the Soul-Chasing Incense... He didn't mention it at all just now, so he was really calm."
Bai Zhi: "Miss, I'm thinking of someone. Do you remember the last time you went to the tea house and met Mr. Feng?"
Lin Jinyan nodded: "You mean he is from Cang Sheng Mountain?"
Bai Zhi: "It was either him or the time we met Master Feng. When we went downstairs, we saw an old man. I thought he looked familiar but couldn't remember where I had seen him before. Only then did I remember that the old man came from Cang Sheng Mountain. He was from Cang Sheng Mountain some time ago. I saw him when he returned to Cang Sheng Mountain in 2008."
Lin Jinyan: "Last time we went to Chuchen's Pawn Shop, the shopkeeper Fan and a man in green clothes also smelled of soul-chasing incense... They have a close relationship with Tianji Sect, and they can take people from Cang Sheng Mountain under their command. , this Boss An is really unpredictable."
Lin Jinyan had been waiting for the news for the past few days. After going to the General's Mansion twice, she pestered Lin Siyuan to go to Tianqi Academy.
Lin Siyuan couldn't resist, thinking it would be good to see his daughter more often, so he went to the academy with his children on a day when Master Meng was not here to teach.
There are two plaques hanging on the simple and elegant door, one with the name Tianqi Academy, and the other with the late emperor's personal inscription of Qing Suo Chucai.
The academy has blue bricks and white walls, and among the green pine and cypress branches, pavilions and pavilions surrounded by waterside pavilions not far away can be seen.
Lin Jinyan and Bai Zhi followed her father and brother into the academy. Everyone they met stopped and saluted Lin Siyuan, and Lin Siyuan nodded in return.
Lin Jinan followed Lin Siyuan to the academy every day, and everyone had long been accustomed to it. On the contrary, Lin Jinyan, who had never been here before, aroused many people's attention.
Because Lin Siyuan had to teach today and Lin Jinan also had to go to class, Lin Siyuan responded to Lin Jinyan's request and asked the book boy to take Lin Jinyan around the academy.
It was teaching time and there was no one in the hospital. Lin Jinyan was looking around when he saw a young man in gray clothes sweeping the floor.
Holding a broom in his right hand and a book in his left hand, he was reading seriously, taking slow and small steps, and waving the broom in his right hand casually. After reading a page, the boy held the broom to his chest, freeing his hand to turn the pages.
