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Ye Qing was arranging books in front of a row of bookshelves when he saw Gu Jiao enter, and he politely greeted her, "Young Master Xiao."
Gu Jiao nodded, "Ye Qing."
Ye Qing handed the books in his hands to a disciple assisting him, "You take these two books out to air them, they’re a bit damp. I’ll come back to arrange the rest later."
"Yes, eldest senior brother." The disciple received the books with both hands and respectfully walked out.
Ye Qing led Gu Jiao to the tea table set up for resting, stepped onto a higher platform, and sat down cross-legged across the desk.
Gu Jiao also sat down opposite him in the same manner.
He lifted a teapot from a small wooden bucket filled with ice, smiled slightly, and said, "It’s Flower Tea with honey."
He poured a cup for Gu Jiao first, and then poured one for himself.
Gu Jiao had just had a big bowl of noodles, and to be honest, her stomach was slightly stuffed; she only took a little sip.
The tea must have had some mint in it, creating a refreshingly pleasant aroma.
"Young Master Xiao, are you here for my master? My master and His Majesty are on the third floor, and the Royal Envoy also went up just now. I reckon they will be a while. If Young Master Xiao has an urgent matter, I could go and pass on the message."
The disciple from the National Master Hall, who was serving tea to the two, showed a flash of surprise at Ye Qing’s words.
The National Master never allowed anyone to disturb him during conversations, and there was certainly no such thing as being able to send a message just because there was an urgent matter.
What was so special about this Young Master Xiao?
Gu Jiao, not knowing the National Master was so prestigious, thought reporting to the National Master was a standard procedure. However, she did not insist on seeing the National Master.
Gu Jiao took a sip of tea and asked, "Did your master teach you those secret codes?"
Ye Qing looked puzzled, "What secret codes?"
Gu Jiao looked at Ye Qing and said seriously, "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet."
Ye Qing automatically blurted out, "East, west, south, north, center, wealth, white!"
Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow, "It was indeed you."
Every year when Shangguan Qing visited the National Master Hall, he would stay for a few days, reportedly getting along well with the disciples there.
It was obvious that these secret codes were taught by the National Master.
Ye Qing gave an embarrassed smile, "It must have been the Royal Changsun who told Young Master Xiao... It’s just a few jokes, Young Master Xiao doesn’t need to take it seriously."
Gu Jiao snorted, "Irresponsible."
Ye Qing laughed awkwardly.
Speaking of which, it wasn’t his master who was irresponsible, but the Royal Changsun. Who knew that at his young age his mind was full of tricks?
He could fall asleep while studying, but when it came to learning these fringe arts, his memory was better than anyone’s.
"May I take a look at your second floor?" Gu Jiao asked.
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