Miss Wolper's Life as an Operator in Rhodes Island

The tour guide smiled awkwardly.

How would she know what the reason was?

However, tour groups always arrange some free visits to these attractions to make up the number.

Anyway, we just left after watching, and the tour guide was used to it.

He used some common rhetoric to persuade the tourists and led the team slowly towards the goal.

Feng Ling's expression was a little strange.

This statement... this place...

Why does it feel... a little weird?

Feng Ling and his team followed the tour group.

Most smart tour groups won’t say anything about this kind of “freeloading on the tour guide” behavior.

If tourists who come to visit are interested in an area, there is a possibility that they will come back again.

Moreover, Feng Ling and her group all have sweet looks and do not look like ordinary people. The tour guide is even more willing to have Feng Ling and her group "join the tour".

The further she followed, the more helpless Feng Ling's expression became.

Nian and Xi were already laughing secretly on the side.

"It is said that this prince likes elegance! He once made great military achievements in history, but in the end he did not ask for a fiefdom as a reward. He only asked for a house to live in seclusion. He lived in poverty all his life, and finally moved the emperor at that time. After this prince passed away, Dayan repaired the house for him every year, and it has even become a tradition that continues to this day."

what?

what? !

Feng Ling felt like her throat was about to choke...

"History... is really a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone..."

Elegant?! Pure and refined?! Poor?!

Which strokes of these words match the period when Feng Ling was the "King of the Year"? !

Feng Ling looked at the plaque "Ling's House" on the mansion and her face blushed.

She had lived a life of extravagance and debauchery, but in the end she ended up with a bad reputation? !

"I am sorry for the reputation this plaque has now!"

Feng Ling shook her head helplessly.

Although the lock on the door has been replaced with a new one, it is still a replica of the old style and feels exactly the same as the door lock that Feng Ling once used.

Taking out the key, Feng Ling easily opened the door in front of the strange gaze of the tourists.

In the end... Feng Ling couldn't help but turned back and choked.

"What are you looking at? This is my home!"

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Not to mention the group of tourists behind them, even Feng Ling and his group, except for Nian and Xi, all looked confused.

The main thing is that the painting style of this house is indeed more ancient than the surrounding buildings.

Even the facilities inside are relatively primitive, and there are even oil lamps placed in the courtyard.

Fortunately, it was designed to be quite luxurious from the beginning, and the materials used are able to withstand the test of time. If it is repaired every year, it would not be surprising that this ancient house can still be used a thousand years later.

"It's exactly the same as when I left... If something is new, just replace it with a new one. Even the technological ecosystem has been preserved for me."

Feng Ling shook her head helplessly.

Lift your wrist to your chest, then swing it forward slowly and forcefully.

The whole house was suddenly brightly lit.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun in the evening, this thousand-year-old house reveals its true appearance at night.

"Oh wow, not bad, the little tricks are still usable."

In response, Feng Ling nodded with satisfaction.

"Wind Chime... You don't think this old house that looks so deserted that it's almost haunted... is really your home, right?" W grabbed Wind Chime's tail and looked around.

"What else?" Feng Ling tapped W's head gently. "Also, how can you talk like that? This is the house I've lived in for the longest time! Which ghost dares to come here to make trouble?"

"Anyway, welcome everyone to my home~"

Gently pulling the tail away from W's hand, Feng Ling happily spun in the courtyard, the clothes on her body flashing with light, and she was once again changed into the red clothes that belonged to the King of Zhensui.

The house has remained unchanged for a thousand years.

However, the visitor in front of him was a good friend whom the owner of this ancient house met thousands of years later.

This romance that transcends time and space makes Feng Ling feel strangely comfortable.

Of course, this is inseparable from the fact that Dayan has kept his promise for a thousand years and even repaired Fengling's house every year.

The person sitting on the throne should know some truth.

Every emperor would leave behind some secrets that only the successor emperor could know.

It’s not surprising that wind chimes are among them.

Would a strong man who had experienced countless battles die because of an ordinary medium-sized storm disaster?

Regardless of the folk legends, those who sit at the top of Dayan can see it most clearly.

"This is the capital of Da Yan. I've heard that every inch of land there is worth a lot of money...but you actually own a luxury property next to this palace?" Tallulah said in surprise. "I still remember the little sister who said she was from the Longmen slums in front of me!"

"Pfft, hahahahaha!" Feng Ling laughed heartily when she heard it.

Some things will be buried deep in memory, but occasionally glimpsing the brilliance of memory will also bring some unique fun as time goes by.

What Tallulah said was, of course, some of the words that the cautious new operator said when he tried to get close to Tallulah when he first met Feng Ling.

Perhaps from that point on, Tallulah felt that her life suddenly began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Two or three years ago, Tallulah would have never imagined her current situation.

Although the house functions the same as before, most things are indeed outdated.

Feng Ling checked it out.

There is no problem with the place to live.

However, for places like the kitchen, it is better to use a more modern portable kitchen!

Or bring out the Originium stove and have a barbecue.

"Let's find a decoration company to renovate it!"

Feng Ling immediately made a decision that made many historical researchers beat their chests and stamp their feet.

At dinner time tonight, Feng Ling took out various treasured ingredients and wines, and had a relaxing and enjoyable dinner with her friends in this old house.

It was rare that Feng Ling drank a little more and was a little tipsy.

In a daze.

Feng Ling glanced at a woman with long sky-blue hair sitting on the table in front of her.

He now looks older than Fengling, and has the same drunken but cheerful smile on his face.

"Ling? I haven't seen you for some time."

They raised their glasses to invite each other, and when they clinked glasses, it was like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, passing by each other.

But it didn’t matter, the intention was there and they drank to their heart’s content.

"It's been a while for you, but it's been nearly a thousand years for me, my 'Sister Ling'." Ling stood up shakily, then put his arms around Feng Ling's waist from behind and leaned close to her intimately.

Although there was no actual touch, the feeling of Ling being right next to her made Feng Ling smile softly.

During the years when Feng Ling was most lonely, it was Ling who found Feng Ling first and then stayed with her for a long time.

"Where are you now? If you have time, let's meet." Feng Ling asked Ling.

"In Shangshu, Sister Ling wants to see me, so let's leave Dayan first. After all, Nian and Xi are by your side. If I go again, Simuitai will talk too much and it will be a bit annoying." Ling never hides his emotions in front of Fengling.

"By the way, I have done what Sister Ling asked me to do."

Although she couldn't touch it with her own hands, Feng Ling understood when she saw the crystal source stone that Ling took out.

"Jie, was there another accident?" Feng Ling said in a deep voice.

"She is... Although she is very clever, she is also very stubborn sometimes. I hope that guy is the same." Ling collected the Origin Stone, shook his head and sighed, "Anyway, with the help of the Origin Stone given by Sister Ling, Jie did not return to the consciousness of 'Sui' underground in the capital."

"Although if I really let Jie return, there might be another opportunity, but I don't need it." Feng Ling poured herself another glass of wine, "You just need to live your own lives. I will find a way to deal with the matter of Sui."

"Those brothers and sisters who have found themselves in a dead end are not so easy to persuade." Ling rubbed the side of his head with a headache, "Sister Ling... Jie is sleeping here with me, and you actually hid this trick... It can't be... with you, right?"

"I don't think you even need to ask this kind of question." Feng Ling picked up the wine glass, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"...I understand." Ling has been working for Lingyin for many years, so her acceptance level is quite high. In front of Fengling, this 60-year-old elder sister also appears to be very well-behaved.

"So the one calling us from underground is not 'Sui'?" Ling asked doubtfully.

This was the first time that Feng Ling told these things to the public. Even Kal'tsit didn't know what Feng Ling did with those special Originiums.

"Yes and no, after all, at the level of Sister Sui, even resentment can become something terrible." Feng Ling Xiang Ling invited her to drink again, "Besides, I can't stay out of this matter alone... Haha, the closer we get to the capital, even I feel like I'm being called."

"Sister Ling too?"

"After all... I am the real agent chosen by Sister Sui herself. When she made the promise, every word had come true. Even Jie may not be able to match Sui's ability to act personally." Feng Ling shook her head slightly, "But, there is nothing to be afraid of this call. I don't know how that voice sounds in your ears, but to me, it is pure 'resentment'..."

"——For a 20-year-old sister, it's really a bit stingy."

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"The 'year-old' that gave many younger brothers and sisters a headache, in Sister Ling's mouth... turned out to be just 'a little stingy'."

Ling snuggled up to Feng Ling and drank together, feeling moved by Feng Ling's words.

"If Sister Ling really has the time to spare, why not comfort the little Mo Tou more?"

"Little ink head?"

"It's Xi."

"Oh." Feng Ling chuckled, "What is this name?"

"Once when her brothers and sisters were having a gathering, she knocked her inkstone over on her head. After that, the nickname stuck."

"Huh..." Feng Ling almost couldn't help laughing out loud, "Although Xi is a hermit and a great painter who can express her feelings in a freehand way, in this family, she really seems to be the little sister."

"Timid, helpless and pitiful, this is probably everyone's impression of Xi in the early days. But she seems to have changed a lot in the past two years. Sometimes when I look at Xi through dreams, she is no longer the cowardly one... Maybe it's because of Sister Ling?" Ling picked up the wine pot and tried to pour wine for Feng Ling, but the wine went through Feng Ling's hand. "Oh, I was so excited that I forgot that we are separated by dreams. What a pity."

"Is it?"

Even though Feng Ling knew that she was in a dream, she closed her eyes at this moment.

I took out a jar of Ling’s favorite Husong wine.

Feng Ling's hand reached out towards Ling's face.

The fingers seemed to pass through the ripples.

Lightly touch your face, and the soft touch is transmitted from your fingertips.

He reached out his other hand, holding the Husong wine, and placed the jar in front of Ling.

"Isn't this what I'm talking about? Although I can only do this for a short while, this is a two-way effect that can only be achieved because you see me through dreams. After all, our powers come from the same source."

"Oh, that's really... Sister Ling's collection of lake pine wine is all top-grade. I haven't had it in some years." Ling stroked Feng Ling's fingers in surprise, then took the wine jar and shook it with satisfaction, "Sister Ling is really good!"

After finishing the serious business, when Ling was leaning close to Feng Ling and Feng Ling invited him to drink again, Nian suddenly appeared in this dream, holding Xi.

"Hey! I was wondering why Xiaoling didn't move and fell asleep. It turns out that your sister is here."

As soon as he came in, Nian said carelessly.