deadly mantra

Chapter 263
The next day.

Deep in the bustling city, the overflowing fragrance of tea wafted out from an inconspicuous small teahouse.

Shui Qingchen and Feng Xiaoyao were sitting by the window. Their gorgeous clothes were in sharp contrast to the clothes of the customers who often came and went here.

When Cang Lie carried the goods and walked into the store, the first thing he felt was the restraint and nervousness from regular customers. Then when he raised his eyes, he saw a person who was more dazzling than the stars - Shui Qingchen.

He was sitting there, as low-key as possible, but that face, that gentle and noble aura that was melted into his bones, couldn't be easily concealed.

Cang Lie hesitated for a moment and walked straight into the backyard. After handing the new tea to the waiter, he returned to the front hall, walked into the counter, and began to settle yesterday's accounts.

Feng Xiaoyao stared at Cang Lie's face and said to himself:
"It's him?"

Shui Qingchen asked:
"Brother Feng, do you know that guy?"

Feng Xiaoyao nodded and explained:

"I didn't expect that I could meet him here, but he probably doesn't remember who I am. Brother Qingchen, do you still remember the Fulai Inn where we stayed at the Lotus Festival?"

Shui Qingchen replied:

"Ah."

How could he forget.

The little guy threw a gold bar and bought the store, promising to be a diligent and thrifty wife.

Feng Xiaoyao continued:

"This is the man who, with a group of very skilled craftsmen, started renovating the Fulai Inn without saying a word. It is said that it was the intention of their little master. I was still thinking at the time, his master must be He is a big shot. If you can meet him, you must get acquainted with him."

Hearing the sound, Shui Qingchen paid extra attention to Cang Lie and murmured:

"It turns out that person has a back-up plan. Does this mean to create a estrangement? He wants to use this clue to arouse my curiosity, so as to find out the little guy's hidden... background that I don't know."

Pause.

Shui Qingchen's eyes darkened slightly, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

That person Leng Hongru...

He understands the little guy better than he thought, and also knows how to... stir up trouble!
noon.

Although the entrance of the teahouse is not as crowded as the one on the top of the clouds, there are still a few guests here and there.

Feng Xiaoyao stretched her neck and stared at the door.

Shui Qingchen was also staring there, clenching his right hand, revealing a faint expectation.

A stick of incense.A quarter of an hour.

an hour.

three hours.

elapse.

As night fell, when the boy lit the lantern in front of the door, Ji Fanyin was still missing.

midnight.

After Cang Lie finished all his business, he walked into the front hall and glanced at Shui Qingchen.

He strode to the door and was about to close the door when Shui Qingchen suddenly spoke and whispered:
"Can you leave a door open?"

Cang Lie paused, turned around, and looked towards Shui Qingchen.

Shui Qingchen took out a gold leaf from his sleeve and put it on the table:
"I'm waiting for someone who is very important to me. Can you lend me some lights?"

Cang Lie left a door open and collected a dozen lanterns from the backyard and gave them to Shui Qingchen.

"Thank you." Shui Qingchen took the things and walked out of the store.

Cang Lie was about to go back to rest. The moment he turned around, out of curiosity, he walked to the window and looked outside.

The dark night was lit up by the lanterns.

There was another one, which was held in Shui Qingchen's hand.

He stood under the sycamore tree at the door, his clothes fluttering in the night wind, like the Big Dipper guiding the way home, watching unswervingly.

Cang Lie frowned slightly, turned around and left without saying anything.

the next day.

The sky had just brightened up, and Cang Lie came to the front hall immediately.

outside the window.

Shui Qingchen still maintained the same posture as when he left last night, staring into the distance, motionless.

Cang Lie's thick eyebrows furrowed into an "eight" shape, and he was restless while doing things all day long.

(End of this chapter)