Sitting on the couch, Feng Ning caressed Tong'er's feathers, and her deep and clear eyes drifted out of the window involuntarily. The marriage recruitment meeting was still going on. How did the Earth Demon Church obtain the Soul-Qing Zheng? Did it need to be snatched?
?No, Liaobei Xiong is a treacherous man. The guzhengs on the stage are all exactly the same. Even if he knows that the Qinghun Zheng is among them, he doesn’t know which one it is. If he wants to grab it, he will have to snatch them all away. In this way,
Isn't it a waste of time? Or maybe Gui Yanluo told her to differentiate between the Soul-Qing Zheng in this way, but she is only waiting for the person who can play the Soul-Qing Zheng?
Well, Cui Niang hasn't sent back the news yet, that is, the person playing the strings hasn't appeared yet. During this period, I didn't expect her to make any move, but I didn't expect that the ghost Yama would ask her to come and get it.
Qinghunzheng, is there any hidden meaning in this?
He gently shook his head, held Tong'er in his arms, and said softly: "Tong'er is good, since you are here, can you help Feng Ning with some work?" He smiled and stood up holding him.
Go to the door and ask the boy not far away for a pen and paper...
In the evening, Cuiniang came back. The result was as she expected. No one satisfied Liao Beixiong. Moreover, Cuiniang also brought back a piece of news that made her even more interested. She stayed in this inn.
The situation the next day was the same as the first day, no one satisfied Miss Liao. On the last day, there were still many ambitious young talents and dashing young men in the audience.
The smile on Liao Beixiong's face began to force itself. Could it be that among so many people, one person couldn't play the Soul-Qing Zheng? He began to feel tangled and uneasy in his heart. If this was the case, wouldn't his plan be followed by others?
But he also thought that he had to get through today no matter what, hoping that a miracle would happen, otherwise the Qinghun Zheng would appear, and the Liao family would not be able to avoid a bloody storm.
Feng Ning looked through the crack in the door and watched the blue-white figure go downstairs. Her lips involuntarily rose, and the smile in her eyes deepened. Today is the last day of the marriage recruitment meeting, and the scene will definitely be very lively.
, how could I miss it?
Now that she has set off, why should she just sit back and watch? Opening the door, Feng Ning had just taken a few steps when she heard a soft call from behind, "Miss Lin."
Stopping and looking back, a smile appeared on his face, "It turns out to be Mr. He, is there something wrong?"
He Shuwen smiled and said: "I guess the girl is also going to the wedding reception, why don't we go together?"
Feng Ning covered her face with the purple gauze covering her ears, making it difficult to see her expression clearly, "In that case, Mr. He, please."
"Miss Lin, please——."
Feng Ning frowned, not wanting to waste time on such courtesy. Perhaps men in ancient times were more scholarly, and this was fully reflected in He Shuwen.
When he came downstairs, He Shuwen couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you see Miss Mei?"
Crossing the threshold with her skirt in hand, she didn't bother to guess whether this was a question he wanted to break the silence between the two, or whether he deliberately mentioned that he hadn't seen her since she went back to the inn the day before yesterday, "Maybe Sister Mei has something to do, sir."
If you want to see her, just wait in the inn."
Feng Ning's words were very soft, with a slightly teasing tone in her tone, which made people easily make other assumptions. He Shuwen was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was being amused, but she didn't seem to be annoyed.
He got up and said, "Young lady, I misunderstood, that's not what I meant."