Cultivation of the husband in the text

Ji Lang pushed open the courtyard door, only to see Feng Guanqing sitting in the courtyard in a daze, he greeted him and was about to enter the house.

Feng Guanqing stopped him hesitantly, and said, "Brother Ji, can you lend me some money for now?"

Ji Lang frowned imperceptibly, he was most afraid that someone would borrow money from him. "Sorry, we still lack an admissions letter, and we haven't been able to collect the money yet. There is really no extra money to lend."

Feng Guanqing said disappointedly: "I asked too much. Brother Ji and Brother Min also came to study, and Brother Min is still looking for work everywhere."

"Huh?" As soon as Ji Lang entered the door, he found that Min Fan and Xiaohong were not there, but he only thought they were out to play.

"I mean Brother Ji and Brother Min also have difficulties, I shouldn't ask you to borrow money." Feng Guanqing said dejectedly.

"Did you see Min Fan looking for a job?"

"Yes."

"Where is he looking?"

"I saw him on the street next to us, and now I don't know."

"Thank you."

Ji Lang turned around and left, and suddenly stopped when he stepped out of the courtyard door with one foot.

He was not worried about Min Fan looking for a job, but worried that he would be cheated.But after thinking about it, I felt that eating salty radishes was nothing to worry about, and that my control was too lenient.

Ji Lang took back the foot he stepped out and closed the yard door.

Feng Guanqing glanced at him in surprise, and asked casually, "Aren't you going to find Brother Min?"

"He'll be back when he's done working." With Xiaohong by his side, nothing will happen.

Ji Lang entered the room while talking, and he planned to inscribe all the remaining instruments.

Until dusk fell and the light dimmed, Ji Lang put away the inscription pen and walked out of the house.

However, what surprised him was that only Feng Guanqing's room was lit with candles, and Min Fan and Xiaohong hadn't returned yet.

Ji Lang couldn't help worrying about them, and sensed their location based on his special connection with Xiaohong, and went all the way to find them.

The imperial city is a place where all forces gather. The imperial court manages ordinary people, and the major immortal sects each manage their own affairs.

Such a special city, every night, the city patrol army will strengthen the patrol in the city, but there is no curfew.The miraculous and peaceful coexistence of all forces makes the night in the imperial city colorful.

Baizi Street is located in the center of the south of the city. The shops along the street are endless day and night, people come and go, cars are like flowing water and horses are like dragons.

Ji Lang found a brightly lit singing and dancing workshop, and immediately frowned.

"My lord looks a little unfamiliar, let's come to play for the first time. We have a new song and dance performance tonight in our workshop. It is beautiful and truly like a fairyland. Don't miss it."

Ji Lang walked in with a sullen face, and he was relieved when he saw that the scene inside was not like a nightclub, but rather like a troupe or a teahouse.

The waiter greeted him to sit down, "What do you want to drink, sir? We have the best new tea and the best wine here."

"Serve a pot of tea."

"okay."

On the stage, as soon as Liang Zhu Huadie sang, weeping and complaining.In the audience, many people were wiping tears.

The maikos have graceful hands and fluttering skirts, like dancing butterflies or fairies falling into the world.Especially the lingering clouds and mist on the stage make the maikos look like flowers separated from the mist, as beautiful as a dream.

Ji Lang was not in the mood to appreciate the singing and dancing, but when his eyes touched the stage, he unexpectedly discovered that it was real fog.There are quite a few people who can use spells to create fog, but right now, it must be Xiaohong.

When the song and dance ended, Ji Lang got up and left his seat to go backstage.

The guy stopped him: "Guest officer, this is the backstage, you can't go in."

"I'm looking for someone. If I won't go in, you can call him out for me. It's a four-year-old child named Xiaohong."

The clerk gave him a surprised look, recruited another clerk to guard here, and then led Ji Lang to the backstage.

"Fangzhu, he came to find a four-year-old child."

The owner's name is He Mu, and he is a young man with a good face. The easy hook of the Lanhua finger adds a bit of coquettishness, but also looks extraordinarily feminine.

"How did you find us here when you were looking for children? Our Ruyifang doesn't use children as maikos." He Mu said casually.

Ji Lang directly used spiritual power to summon Xiaohong. This is a unique way of contact between them, but it is only effective when they are close to each other.

Xiaohong flashed, blinked her eyes, and said innocently, "Ji Lang, why are you here?"

"It's getting dark, and you still haven't returned, so I came out to look for you."

"Oh, I accompanied Brother Fan to find a job."

"Where is he?"

"In the back kitchen."

Hearing this, Ji Lang frowned imperceptibly, but also heaved a sigh of relief.

He Mu observed him, laughed and said: "Our Ruyifang is a decent place, so you should go to the front to enjoy the singing and dancing."

"Fangzhu, can you allow me to stay in the background?"

"This is against the rules." He Mu picked up the jug and filled two glasses of wine, "If you are willing to have a drink with me, that's fine."

"Sorry, I'm not good at drinking. It's my fault to cause trouble to the owner. I'll go to the front to enjoy the singing and dancing of your workshop."

Ji Lang clasped his fists, nodded to Xiao Hong, and turned to leave first.

He Mu smiled softly and whispered meaningfully: "Interesting."

Xiao Hong narrowed her eyes dangerously, teleported to He Mu, and said with a cold smile: "Master He Fang, don't think about my brother."

Seeing Xiao Hong like this, even though he looked like a four-year-old child, He Mu still felt chills down his back, flinched involuntarily, and said dully, "No."

The long night is long, singing and dancing on stage, and noisy off stage.

Ji Lang looked at it for a while and then began to close his eyes to rest his mind, which seemed to be a quiet moment.

Until Choushi, Ruyifang closed.

Xiaohong ran to the back kitchen to look for Min Fan, and said distressedly, "Brother Fan, is it hard work?"

Min Fan finished his work, cleaned his hands, and smiled slightly, "I'm just chopping vegetables, it's not hard. Let's go back quickly. I left a note before going out. I don't know if Ji Lang has seen it or if he is in a hurry."

"He's been here a long time ago, and he's waiting for us in the front lobby."

"Huh? Then let's go there quickly."

The two walked quickly to the front lobby together, and met He Mu as they passed the corridor.

"I'm looking for you, here are your wages for tonight." He Mu took out two silver coins and gave them, "You guys did a good job tonight, so come over and work directly from now on. You start work in the unitary hour, and it's over in the ugly hour, and the wages will be given to you." Your days are over."

"Thank you, Master He Fang." Min Fan responded.

He Mu smiled and nodded, and continued to walk towards the backyard.

Xiaohong turned around and glanced at his back, and said to Min Fan in a low voice: "Brother Fan, let me tell you, although Ji Lang is ugly and dark-hearted, he is a bit unreliable, but he is motivated, down-to-earth, responsible, and he is also a good person." You can make money, you have to keep him close, Master He still wants to seduce him tonight."

Min Fan pondered slightly, knelt down and looked at Xiaohong at the same level, and said to him seriously: "I know you want to match Ji Lang and me, but you misunderstood our relationship when we met in the cave. But, he and I are just Friendship, if you say that, it is easy to be misunderstood, and we are all embarrassed."

"But, you can cultivate your relationship from now on." Xiaohong struggled, not wanting to be separated from Min Fan and Wu Yun one day.

Min Fan sighed secretly, "Xiaohong, I am a brother, not all men like brothers, most men like women."

"So you want to promise Brother Fang Lin?" Xiao Hong stared at him intently, slightly nervous.

Min Fan laughed softly, and said indifferently: "No, Fang Lin just ate a meal I cooked, and said that casually."

Xiaohong breathed a sigh of relief, puffed her cheeks, and said reluctantly after a long time: "I see."

Min Fan patted his head and said softly: "In my heart, you are just like my own brother. No matter where we are in the future, I will remember you, and you can come to see me anytime."

Xiaohong sniffed, nodded and said, "Well, I won't say anything to embarrass you from now on." Although sad, he didn't want to force them to be together.

"So cute." Min Fan slightly bent his brows and eyes, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

At the corner, Ji Lang silently turned and went back to the lobby.

Xiaohong's eyeballs rolled around, but she didn't tell Min Fan that Ji Lang came over just now.

How did he intuit that these two were playing?