C20 Why Don't We Talk about Life.

"Talking about life?" The woman in red seemed to be unable to keep up with Mo Qingcheng's train of thoughts, staring at him with her mouth agape.

"Ang, talking about life." Qingcheng solemnly nodded her head, her countenance extremely serious.

"Then … I wonder how young master plans to chat about life? " The smile on the woman in red's face stiffened, as if she didn't know how to discuss this topic.

Qingcheng smiled as she looked at her. Although she was the one who wanted to talk about life, he didn't know how to talk about it.

Just as the two of them laughed at each other in silence, suddenly, a voice that was very discordant yet also seemed to be able to save one's life rang out.

"Eh, isn't this Doctor Qing?" The person who spoke had a strange voice. He was clearly not laughing, and for some reason, the words he said made people sound like he was laughing.

Qingcheng looked over and immediately recognized the speaker. This person was really not a stranger, he was a familiar face.

This person's name was Feng Ziyuan, and because he spoke, did things very obediently, had a dishonest nature, loved to talk crazy, and spoke nonsense, anyone who knew him would call him a lunatic. Over time, the name Madman became his code name.

The reason Qingcheng was familiar with him was because he was the manager of the Drunken Red House. Every time that lady got sick, he would ask Qingcheng to treat her. Over time, they got to know each other better.

"It turns out to be Manager Feng. It has been a long time since we last met." Qingcheng smiled, cupped her hands, and greeted him.

"Haha, Doctor Qing is too courteous." Feng Ziyuan smiled as he clasped his hands together, and then walked over to Qingcheng's side. He first glanced at Feng Xuantian, who was standing behind Qingcheng with his bamboo hat, and then looked at Qingcheng with a smile that was not a smile.

"Doctor Qing, when did you have the time to visit the Drunken Red Inn today?" Feng Ziyuan purposely teased Mo Qingcheng, who was always pure and clean.

Mo Qingcheng smiled faintly. He naturally understood the meaning behind her words.

"Manager Feng, are you not welcome?" Qingcheng was also happy. She didn't explain the reason, but looked at Feng Ziyuan with a 'I know, you know, every man knows' look.

Feng Ziyuan was stunned at first, then burst out laughing.

"I understand, I understand, I understand. We are all men, how can I not understand?" Although his words were polite and pleasant, his tone and manner clearly showed one thing.

"Haha, Manager Feng is indeed a smart person." Qingcheng chuckled. Her smile was so vulgar.

Feng Ziyuan also smiled, but he couldn't help asking in his heart, "What kind of place is the Drunken Red House?" The people of the town probably knew, and the people of the town also knew of Qingcheng's character. Now that Qingcheng had suddenly appeared in the Drunken Red House, if this news got out, it would definitely become a good topic after dinner. Sigh! Men, ah men, in the end, were still unable to pass the beauty trial.

"Manager Feng, may I trouble you to find me a room with a good view." Qingcheng couldn't stand the smell of the powdered incense anymore. She ignored the gazes her acquaintances cast at her, and calmly brought up the matter with Feng Ziyuan, pushing the crushed silver into his hands along with it.

When Feng Ziyuan saw the shining white silver, he immediately beamed with joy and said:

"Haha, that's easy to talk about, easy to talk about."

Feng Ziyuan turned around, glared at the surrounding girls, and said in a stern voice:

"What are you all doing here? Hurry up and disperse. "

The few bewitching girls surrounding Qingcheng complained coquettishly before reluctantly leaving to welcome the other guests.

"This way, please." Feng Ziyuan leaned to the side, making a gesture of invitation as he led Qingcheng to a room with a good view but a secluded elegance.

"What do you think of this place? Are you satisfied? " Feng Ziyuan smiled as he asked Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng took a few steps forward, glancing left and right. This room was well-decorated, similar to a rich family's room. Not far away from this room was a zither, clearly indicating that this was where the music was played.

Qingcheng walked to the window and looked out. The window's side was facing the main entrance of the Drunken Red Tavern, and there were a lot of well-dressed and well-received girls at the entrance. There were also an unending stream of patrons going in and out, and they all stood by the window watching quite attentively.

Qingcheng gazed out the window, nodding her head in satisfaction at the view she saw.

"Not bad, I'm very satisfied with this room."

Hearing Qingcheng say that she was satisfied, Feng Ziyuan was even more happy than if he ate honey. He came close to Qingcheng's side and whispered:

"It's rare for Doctor Qing to come here. Do you have a girl you like? If not, let me introduce you to a few beautiful and gentle ladies to accompany Doctor Qing. "

Qingcheng withdrew her gaze from the window and looked towards Feng Ziyuan. Looking at his face smiling like a chrysanthemum, she had the urge to step on him.

Do you think I'm a rich young master? Are you trying to find a pretty girl to accompany me? It's basically the money in my pocket.

"Haha, Manager Feng has a letter. "I think …" Qingcheng said as she searched for Feng Xuantian. Why was it that the person who had followed her so closely just a moment ago was nowhere to be seen?