Please, I Really Don't Want To Fall In Love With My Teacher!!
Chapter 17: Listening to Music

Xuanling Mountain. A park behind the mountain.

Li Ran stood waiting, and a gust of wind blew behind him.

Turning around, Leng Wuyan stood behind him. Today, her dress is even shorter than before, revealing her beautiful calves and rounded knees. He also wears a cute hairpin.

Li Ran was stunned and muttered, "Master, you are so cute today."

Leng Wuyan had a smile on his face. "Your mouth is too sweet."

"This disciple is telling the truth."

"I know."

The two soared into the sky and flew towards Coldwind City.

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Cold Wind City.

The city was located north of Xuanling Mountain; it was the closest city to Youluo Temple.

With Leng Wuyan's cultivation, he could arrive there with a thought.

However, he chose to slowly follow behind Li Ran.

Not long after, the two landed on the streets of the city. The surrounding pedestrians glanced at them but were not too surprised.

There were many cultivators in the city, and people were already familiar with their kind.

Both are headed to the theater.

Along the way, most of the people's gazes were focused on Li Ran. Among cultivators, there was rarely one with such an appearance.

However, to the cold beauty, Leng Wuyan, they all seemed to ignore him.

Li Ran was a little surprised. Her master was a rare and extraordinary beauty. Logically speaking, they should not be so indifferent to him.

He glanced at Leng Wuyan.

His red lips and white teeth were pleasing to the eyes.

"You're so pretty. Are these people blind?"

Pfft~

Leng Wuyan could not help but laugh. He shook his head and said, "As long as I don't want to, they won't see me."

He knows the situation. If he really revealed his appearance, he would face a lot of problems.

Regardless of the matter from the enemy and his wooer, just the news of Leng Wuyan entering Coldwind City would leave the entire Imperial Court in chaos.

"Better keep a low profile."

The theater is the largest and most luxurious in Coldwind City. Cornice pavilion is antique. Not only did it cover a large area, but it was also magnificently decorated. The vermillion gate stood there impressively. There was a black plaque on the main door.

The plaque has three gold-plated words:

The Moon Observation Pavilion.

When the maid at the door saw Li Ran, she quickly walked over.

"Young Master, are you here to listen to music or watch the theater?" He had seen many people and was very attentive to the guests. From Li Ran's clothes and temperament, he could tell that Li Ran was clearly a guest of nobility.

Li Ran took out two tickets and handed them to her.

The waiter looked at the ticket and his eyes lit up. "So Master turned out to be an honored guest!"

His attitude became more respectful as he cupped his hands and brought Li Ran in.

"This is a ticket for two guests. There should be other guests, right?" The servant boy asked.

Li Ran glanced at Leng Wu Yan by his side and said with a smile, "He will be here soon. Take me upstairs first." (Note: At C19, Leng Wuyan had an ability that could make others turn a blind eye to him. So in this context, the waiter could only see Li Ran.)

“One honored guest!” The servant shouted and led Li Ran to the luxurious private room in the middle.

The decorations in the room were even more magnificent. It was as majestic as a palace, and the scent of spiritual wood furniture was present everywhere.

Even the tea leaves and fruits here were more expensive than the ones in the hall.

It could be seen that the master of this place understood the mentality of the rich.

Li Ran and Leng Wuyan ended up sitting in their respective seats.

There were only two of them in the private room. They could see the entire stage from above, but the guests in the hall could not see them.

It gives them a sense of privacy.

For some reason, Leng Wuyan suddenly felt a little nervous.

Li Ran gave her a cup of hot tea. "Sir, please have some tea."

"Yes." Yeah."

He picked up a teacup and asked, "What song are we listening to today?"

Li Ran thought for a moment. "There are five songs in total. The first one seemed to be titled Chun Ting Qiu Yue." (Note, /Chun Ting Qiu Yue, Spring Page and Autumn Month.)

"Good."

The two arrived early and had to wait a while before the show started.

A beautiful woman walked onto the stage with a pipe in her hand and sat on a high bench in the middle.

As soon as the song began, the hall became silent.

The melodious and sad sound of pipes echoed in the theater.

It was as if a young woman was standing in the courtyard. He mourned the withered leaves. Beside him, there was only the autumn moon accompanying him.

This work perfectly expresses the loneliness of love. The musician is very skilled and perfectly conveys the essence of the song to the audience.

Even Leng Wuyan's eyes became empty. He remembers the days when he was alone. He was cultivating alone amidst the falling leaves .. he was cultivating alone amidst the falling snow ...

It was clear that those days were real, but he did not have much of an impression of him, nor could he remember much of that experience.

Instead, in the two short days after Li Ran confessed, he could remember everything that happened and every conversation they had very clearly.

When he was alone, Leng Wuyan thought that this was the best.

However, after falling in love, she discovers how difficult it is to live such a day. He felt like he would never be able to return to that life.

Leng Wuyan glanced at Li Ran. He saw that he also felt it and his face was as sharp as a knife at this moment.

"Because you can't go back, forget it."

"In fact, this feeling ... is also very good." A smile appeared on his lips.

At the end of the song, the audience was still immersed in their emotions. They were unable to recover for a long time, and there were even sobs held back.

“This musician is great. He has skills and emotions. The game can move a person's heart.” Li Ran praised.

"Yes, he's really skilled." Leng Wuyan agreed with him.

Right in the middle of the break, a voice came from the private room next door.

A loud voice rang out, "This is the best theater in Coldwind City? I think it's mediocre."

The others chimed in, "As Young Master Wang said, it is indeed so-so."

Young Master Wang continued, "If you want to play a song, it's better to play something cheerful. Like Night Song, Mo Chou Yue, or something. To play a sad tone, it's like ****** that nobody wants!"

"Haha, that's right!"