The shirtless man nodded and looked at Cui Niang with fear in his eyes. He stepped back step by step to his seat and sat down. He lowered his head and stared at the big bowl of wine without saying a word.
At this moment, the shopkeeper with a signature smile on his face came over and said, "Girl, the room is ready. I will lead you upstairs now."
Feng Ning stood up and left the stool, her skirt swayed slightly, and the curvature of the corners of her lips widened a little, which made people look new, but also inexplicably scary.
When she went upstairs, the atmosphere in the living room seemed to calm down. As soon as she left, she took away the weird atmosphere and the danger. There were still people looking at the staircase she just passed by from time to time, and then they remembered the whispering and speculation.
….
If there is no purpose for this trip, it is not impossible to join in the fun. After stepping over the threshold and giving Cui Niang a wink, Cui Niang blocked the enthusiastic shopkeeper from the door, her voice still calm, "
Please stay and arrange for dinner to be delivered."
The shopkeeper paused for a moment, then recovered immediately, bowed his hands, and turned to leave.
Feng Ning moved to the window lattice and raised her eyes to see the sky full of stars. The cold wind faced her face, raising a few strands of blue hair.
Cui Niang was making tea and her eyes were slightly tilted towards the petite and elegant back. She couldn't help but wonder why the master didn't react when he heard the name of Saint Longgong. She walked to her side with the tea cup, still looking calm and calm.
With an expression on his face, he handed over the tea cup, opened his mouth slightly, but still swallowed the words.
Fengning took the teacup and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Cui Niang lowered her eyes slightly, "Master, don't you remember who Saint Longgong is?"
She was a little surprised that Cui Niang would not listen to the order and focus on one thing. She couldn't help but stare sideways, "Longgong Saint? Should I remember him? Who is he and what does it have to do with me?" Although subconsciously reminding herself that there is something wrong with this title,
I really can’t remember where I heard this impression, and who mentioned it?
When he was at Yuwei Mountain Mansion, the old master rarely mentioned past events in front of his master. Naturally, the number of times he mentioned Longgong Saint was very few. His master had always been forgetful about things that he didn't care about. It's no wonder that she
I don’t remember, “Master, Saint Longgong is my old master’s master.”
Haha——, after hearing this, she chuckled, and a memory came to her mind. She said that she had heard this name there. It turned out that the master mentioned it accidentally, because she was a little absent-minded when the master mentioned it, and she could only vaguely remember it.
Remember, it was said that Gui Yanluo was kicked out of the master by his master. He was not convinced and secretly stole something. It turned out that this object was the Soul Qing Zheng. However, wasn't the Soul Qing Zheng stolen by Gui Yan Luo? Why?
Appeared in the Liao family in Nanxing again? And became the dowry for the daughter of the Liao family?
According to the accurate description of the shirtless man downstairs just now, this Soul-Qing Zheng is really a rare treasure in the world. If the Liao family really has the Soul-Qing Zheng in hand, Gui Yanluo will definitely ask someone to come forward. In this way, the scene will be
It must be very lively, but it's a pity that I don't have time to take part in it, so I am destined to miss this lively.
There was a knock on the door. Perhaps the shopkeeper had sent someone to deliver dinner. Taking the teacup from Feng Ning, Cui Niang turned around and opened the door...
The next morning, Feng Ning woke up early, but she just lay in bed and refused to get up. There was a clear and melodious chirping of birds outside the window, and the light leaking into the window lattice was transparent and bright. It seemed that the weather today was good.
In the corridor, Cuiniang stood respectfully at the door of Fengning, her face as emotionless as ever. Thinking about what happened yesterday, she became worried. Some people saw her and walked away, but no matter what,
He couldn't help but be curious, and kept guessing about the identity of the woman in purple, who could make such a strong martial arts person willing to obey orders.