Several people spent about half an hour leisurely.
On a high platform in front of the lobby, there was still a father and daughter singing songs. The tone was beaten one by one. Chen Su'er couldn't understand it. To put it bluntly, she didn't care what she sang, she felt it was purely In the atmosphere. According to Chen Shou, the program performed on this stage is different in the morning, noon and evening. It sang songs in the morning, some people talked about books at noon, there were plays in the evening, or there were actors and singers on stage to perform.
Chen Su'er showed great interest.
The shopkeeper is really good at managing his business and earns a lot of money all day.
The longer I sat down, Chen Su'er was more interested, and the target buried in her heart gradually rose. By the way, there was something to do before escaping.[
"Emperor... Oh, my master, let's talk about something." Chen Su'er drank all the milk tea and had already replaced it with ordinary tea.
Murong Jing's inquiring eyes swept over.
Chen Su'er didn't want to turn around, so she lowered her voice, approached Murong Jing, and whispered: "Concubine Xiao gave me a gift before leaving. She told me." He must know everything without saying anything.
"Did you want to use it?" Somewhat unexpected.
"Yes! Can it be used now?"
"Say." The voice is indifferent, concise and straightforward, and it is really a pity for words.
"Well, I think--" She was about to say, but she found that there were two curious eyes staring at her, with a focused look on her, and seemed to have become very interested in her next words. Alas, listen, just listen Listen, there is nothing, although I feel embarrassed, "Master, no matter what I did wrong, you can't take your anger at the servants of the Feng Palace, can you?"
Murong Jing's cold eyes flashed, and there was a hint of accidents that glanced at Chen Su'er.
Chuxue also blinked with a smile, puzzled, but she seemed to be able to hear something.
Chen Shou's expression became a little more solemn. When he looked at Murong Jing, Murong Jing only shook his head lightly, without any expression.
"Master, did you agree?"
After a while, Murong Jing tasted the tea leisurely and picked up the dried fruits and chewed them gently.
Seeing that he was not coming back, Chen Su'er's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, showing a hint of worry.
Trouble, if he doesn't agree, can she dodge it alone?