After the lazy emperor

The shirtless man nodded, looking at Cuiniang with fear in his eyes, stepped back step by step to his seat and sat down, lowered his head and stared at the big bowl of wine, without saying a word.

Just at this time, the shopkeeper with a signature smile on his face came over, "Girl, the room is ready, and I will lead you upstairs now."

Feng Ning got up and left the stool, her skirt swayed slightly, and the curvature of the corners of her lips involuntarily increased a little, which gave people a new look, but was inexplicably horrifying.

When she went upstairs, the atmosphere in the living room seemed to ease. As soon as she left, the weird atmosphere and danger were taken away, and some people looked at the stairs she just passed from time to time, and immediately thought of a whisper of speculation ....

If there is no purpose in this trip, otherwise it is not impossible to join in the fun. Stepping over the threshold and giving Cui Niang a wink, Cui Niang stopped the enthusiastic shopkeeper from the door, her voice still did not fluctuate, " Please stay and arrange for dinner to be delivered."

The shopkeeper paused for a moment, then recovered immediately, cupped his hands and made a bow, then turned and left.

Feng Ning moved in front of the window lattice, looked up to see the sky full of stars, the cold wind was blowing against her face, and a few wisps of blue hair fluttered up and down.

Cuiniang was brewing tea, her eyes were slightly slanted towards the petite and light back, and she couldn't help wondering why the master didn't respond when he heard the name of the sage of Longgong, and walked to the side with the teacup. With an expression on his face, he handed over the teacup, opened his mouth slightly, but swallowed the words.

Feng Ning took the teacup, "What do you want to say?"

Cuiniang lowered her eyes slightly, "Master, don't you remember who Saint Longgong is?"

Somewhat surprised that Cui Niang would not listen to the order to focus on one thing, she couldn't help but let her stare sideways, "Sage Longgong? Should I remember him? Besides, who is he and what does it matter to me?" Although subconsciously reminded myself that this title is somewhat Impression, but I really can't think of where I heard it, and who mentioned it?

When I was in Yuwei Mountain Mansion, the old master seldom mentioned the past in front of the master. Naturally, the number of times he mentioned the saint of Longgong was very few. The master has always been forgetful about things he didn't care about. It's no wonder she Don't remember, "Master, Saint Longgong is the master of the old master."

Hehe——, upon hearing this, she chuckled lightly, and a memory floated up in her mind, and she said that she had heard the name there, and it turned out that Master mentioned it by accident, because she was a little absent-minded when Master mentioned it at the time, and only vaguely I remembered that Ghost Yan Luo was kicked out of the school by his master back then. He was not convinced and stole something secretly. It turned out that this thing was the soul-engaging kite, but wasn't the soul-engaging kite stolen by Ghost Yan Luo?Why did it appear in Liao's house in Nanxing again?And it became the dowry of the Liao family's daughter?

According to the accurate description of the shirtless man downstairs just now, then this soul-carrying kite is really a rare treasure in the world. If the Liao family really has a soul-carrying kite in their hands, Ghost Yan Luo will definitely let someone show up at that time. It must be very lively, but it's a pity that I don't have time to do it myself, this excitement is destined to be missed.

Someone knocked on the door, maybe the shopkeeper sent someone to bring dinner, took the teacup from Fengning, and Cuiniang turned to open the door....

In the early morning of the next day, Feng Ning woke up early, but she just lay on the bed and refused to get up. There was a clear and melodious chirping of sparrows outside the window, and the light that leaked into the window lattice was transparent and bright. It seemed that the weather was good today.

In the corridor, Cuiniang stood respectfully at Fengning's door, her face was as emotionless as ever, thinking about yesterday's events, she had concerns, some people saw her, and they all walked away, but no matter what He couldn't help but be curious, and kept guessing the identity of the purple-clothed woman, who could make such a person with high martial arts willing to listen to orders.