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    Feng Qing, who was listening to the book, was restless.

    As I said before, Feng Qing is a middle-2 disease, and for middle-2 disease, being regarded as a fool is one of the most unbearable things in the world.

    And this teahouse is eerily quiet now, Feng Qing has never heard of such a strange storytelling scene. In the past, the audience was often full of applause, but now it seems that apart from the voice of Mr. Storyteller, there is only one left. gasping.

    Under such a strange atmosphere, Feng Qing wanted to get her mobile phone several times. , so you can only abruptly stop the action.

    I don't know why, that person just sat there drinking tea, without saying a word, he already had an extremely terrifying temperament, making the people around him dare not speak, even involuntarily want to escape from here.

    The storyteller continued to speak in such a strange atmosphere.

    Although Mr. Yun Shujun's story has been rotten by himself, he is still a particularly competent person in general, and he is not ambiguous when he speaks books.

    "Speaking of which, this Yun Shujun...was a stunning beauty when she was young, but she was unfortunately infected with cold poison and became seriously ill. I once said that the cold poison on Yun Shujun's body may damage her lifespan, and if she rests in a quiet state, she may be able to end her life, but in order to stop Feng Wuhen, she still went all the way to the frontier..."

    Don't say it, although Feng Qing has always been a little flustered, she really knows a lot of Yun Shujun's story from Mr. Storyteller, and she really listens to it God.

    After she went back, she felt that she could continue writing on the forum, which was the only thing to be thankful for.

    However, when Feng Qing was listening to the story seriously... She did not expect that someone was watching her in an attic not far away.

    Chu Changzui frowned, carefully observing every tiny expression on the shopkeeper downstairs.

    "Yun Shujun and Feng Wuhen are well-known mortal enemies. The two of them fought each other for decades until they died..."

    This Yun Shujun is really a hero. When Feng Qing listened to Yun Shujun's story, only admiration remained, and after such admiration, her expression softened slightly.

    Feng Qing has a characteristic, that is because of the long bangs on her head, so even if she sits there normally, it will make people feel a terrible feeling.

    So most people don't dare to observe Feng Qing easily, but there really is such a person right now.

    Only Chu Changzui looked at her face.

    The shopkeeper's face was really gloomy at first, and it even looked a little scary. But after Mr. Storyteller slowly told Yun Shujun's story, the shopkeeper... actually calmed down?

    This is an incredible thing in Chu Changzui.

    After all, everyone can't guess the rest, but one thing can be guessed.

    This shopkeeper must be a ruthless person.

    How can such a person calm down simply by listening to a storyteller?

    About half an hour later, Mr. Storyteller let out a long sigh, and then bowed to the guests, "Everyone, I'm really sorry, that's all for today..."

    Then...the group of guests turned around and ran away without saying a word.

    The owner of the teahouse was standing on the second floor looking at the heart and guts.

    But obviously he didn't dare...because he was also afraid of Feng Qing.

    The great **** sat down and looked like a great Buddha, no one dared to approach her.

    However, just after everyone ran away, the man slowly stood up and walked in front of Mr. Storyteller.

    The owner of the teahouse suddenly caught his breath.

    He felt that the storyteller below might be headed to the ground in minutes, but unfortunately, as the owner of the teahouse, he didn't dare to rush to stop that person.

    Mr. Rao is a storyteller who has experienced strong winds and waves in his life, and his legs trembled when he saw this scene. He watched the man approaching him step by step, and even raised his hand...

    …Huh?

    Mr. Storyteller was so frightened that he was about to run away from the door, but when the ring was handed to him, he suddenly stopped, and the corner of his eyes involuntarily turned towards the ring floated past.

    This ring…

    When the man handed the ring to Mr. Storyteller, even Chu Changzui on the roof couldn't help but take a heavy breath.

    Feng Qing actually dressed up for a while when she went out today, and kept herself upright. Recently, dressing herself up beautifully has become one of her hobbies.

    After all, there is no need to hurry up and be a social animal now, and the pressure in life is instantly much less.

    Feng Qing can now change into three sets of clothes a day, one in the morning, one in the evening, and one in the evening.

    When she came to listen to the book today, she deliberately changed into a beautiful dress, which was left by a small crew. If Feng Qing hadn't traveled, the crew would actually come back to her in a few days. Inn, but now they may not be able to come.

    Although she was dressed very brightly, in fact, Feng Qing only carried a few copper coins, which were used for tea money. But as soon as Mr. Storyteller slapped the board, she saw a group of people around her running out desperately, and she realized that she might be in trouble today.

    After Feng Qing has kept her long bangs for so many years, she occasionally encounters some people who regard her as a bad person, so as soon as these guests run away, she knows what happened, Apparently Mr. Storyteller might have to because she can't eat tonight.

    Feng Qing was actually kind in her heart, and it was not her intention to let people eat for no reason. When she was in a hurry, Feng Qing took off her ring directly.

    This ring of hers is not worth much, it just matches the costume on her body, it is the most common silver ring - and it is 925 silver.

    Because the ancients did not understand 925 silver, Feng Qing handed over the ring with some uneasiness. Although it was 925 silver, it looked no different from real silver, and it should have been used in ancient times. out.

    Especially there is a lifelike dragon engraved on it. Although this craft may be produced by a factory in modern times, but in ancient times, it should be carved by the craftsman himself. money.

    She smashed other people's place tonight, so it is reasonable to give the other party a little compensation, right?

    Feng Qing felt a little guilty. She felt that she was really out of tune. Handed it to the storyteller and said, "Thank you, this is for you."

    Mr. Storyteller was stupid there, Feng Qing put the ring into his hand very calmly, and didn't care whether the other party refused or not.

    Then Feng Qing walked out like the other guests without looking back.

    So her footsteps seem quite calm, but only Feng Qing knows that she really wants to run now.

    She really doesn't want to stay here for a moment, she always feels that if she stays for a while, it will easily leave a psychological shadow.

    For most social fears, they may occasionally take a look around their home, but once a place has left a more embarrassing impression on him, he is likely to I will never step into that field again in this life, Feng Qing himself is like this.

    She will stay obediently in the future.

    Seeing the person in front of him walk away without looking back, Mr. Storyteller stared blankly at the ring in his hand.

    A pure black jade wrench with extra texture.

    Heavy, you can feel the weight just in your hand.

    "Oh." The owner of the teahouse who was hiding upstairs saw the ring and hurriedly walked down, holding an oil lamp in his hand, "Wait a minute, then What did the guest just give you?"

    The storyteller pointed the black jade finger at the oil lamp and glanced.

    Under the light of the candle, in an instant, the ring was completely green, and it was as clear as a piece of ice.

    And there is a natural pattern in the ring, which looks like a dragon.

    The storyteller and the teahouse owner took a breath.

    “His…”

    "This thing..." The owner of the teahouse next to it would also be dumbfounded. He had never seen such a beautiful jade in his life. "This thing... It's not uncommon to be a family heirloom, right?"

    "What kind of heirloom? Can this kind of thing be a family heirloom! It's a big thing to see it!" The storyteller took the jade in his hand in an instant, and then glanced at it with some unease The direction of Feng Qing's departure.

    The innkeeper also regained his senses at this time, and quickly covered his mouth, daring not to say more, while the storyteller looked at the opposite inn full of worry.

    "What does this guest... mean?"

    "I just said a paragraph of the book... How come you gave me this thing after listening to the paragraph?"