371 small world 11

"Qing He, you weren't as unromantic as you are now."

Fan Yu's brows gradually furrowed.

He looked at Xia Ling again.

In the past, when he was her biggest benefactor, Qing He still had a smile on her face. Occasionally, he would touch her hand, but she did not reject him too much.

But today, from the moment she entered, Fan Yu could feel the coldness radiating from the girl's body.

Even though he had used the method of pouring out his heart, she was still cold and did not give him a chance to get close to her.

Five thousand gold coins for the Courtesan Belle. This two hours had cost Fan Yu ten gold coins.

With this money, even if he went to sleep with Lan Zhi, he could still guarantee her half a month. But now, he had thrown the money on the girl, but he did not get anything in return!

"Oh? Then when did young master Fan think that I was amorous? Didn't young master Fan want to hear me play the piano and sing songs? Do you like my cold personality?" Xia Ling curled her lips and glanced at Fan Yu with a faint smile.

There was a deep meaning in her eyes, as if she had seen through Fan Yu's thoughts completely.

Fan Yu's heart tightened. This time, he had come to the Red Chamber with another plan in mind.

After being entangled with Qing He for so long, Fan Yu had spent quite a lot of money, but there was no sweet taste to be had. He had long lost his patience.

So, this time, he was willing to spend a lot of money to take back the advantage from the young girl!

"Qing He is still so quick to speak." Fan Yu smiled and gently stroked the purse on his waist. "Then you can play any song. No matter what it is, as long as it is played by Qing He, I will like it."

" Okay." Xia Ling nodded. "Then Qing He will play a song for young master. It is the most suitable song for young master."

"Oh? What song does the beauty think is suitable for me?"

Xia Ling smiled.

She played a song for Fan Yu, "The mantra of great sorrow".

...

When that Buddhist chant was heard from the guqin, Fan Yu's entire body stiffened.

He could not hear any mantra of great sorrow. Usually, he would listen to silk bamboo and decadent music.

However, when this solemn Buddhist chant was heard, Fan Yu felt that it was quite Indian-like. He smiled and rubbed his chin. He leaned back on the chair and crossed his legs. He looked like a big boss.

But soon, he couldn't smile anymore. Anyone who had been to the temple would have heard this tune that was full of Buddha nature and divinity.

Even if he had made some preparations, Fan Yu still couldn't handle it!

What the hell! The two of them were alone in a room, and she was playing the great sorrow mantra?

Who was going to die, or who was going to be reincarnated?

Fan Yu's face was livid. Behind the guqin, Xia Ling's expression was solemn as she continued to play the tune leisurely.

"Qing He! Are you kidding me?" Fan Yu was furious. He punched the table and glared at the girl behind the zither.

Xia Ling stood up.

"Yeah, why? Are you unhappy?"

A hint of playfulness appeared on her cold face.

"Anyway, aren't you here to have fun? Young master Fan, look at you. Aren't you quite happy now? You've done a lot of little tricks and even brought knockout drugs. You even used such a dirty trick. Did Mother Hua let you do it?"

"Young master Fan, if you're so angry, you can do it! Let's see if those tortoise-like men rush in to punish me, or if they see that you are carrying knockout drugs and demanding a high price to compensate our Red Chamber for the loss?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Fan Yu's eyes flashed.

He did not know if the girl was deliberately deceiving him, or if she had really noticed his little tricks.

Fan Yu would never admit it