Talking about the gossip of elders probably could indeed lift spirits; the emptiness in Zhu Jing Palace seemed to be filled somewhat.
"If you don't want to talk, then don't." Pei Ye wasn't particularly interested in listening either. He looked up at the rising moon, stretched his neck, and shouted towards the east: "Li Xianfang!"
Li Xizhou shrank his head and raised his hand to cover his ears.
"Huh??"
"When are we having dinner??"
"Soon!!"
Pei Ye retracted his neck and seemed to close his eyes contentedly.
"Raspy voice."
"If your voice sounds nice, you do the shouting."
"This palace won't shout."
Indeed, it wasn't long before Li Xianfang came to call them for dinner. In just a few days, this great dancer had learned quite a few dishes. Along with Qu Xin, four people gathered around the small courtyard table.
