Feng Nichang holds his forehead.

I'm so stupid that I don't want to continue the conversation.

After listening to the little song downstairs for a while, Feng Nishang felt a little better.

Yue Zhiyun was as restless as if he had lice. When Feng Nishang looked over, Yue Zhiyun was looking at her shadow in the sunset with confusion.

Feng Nishang: "..."

What kind of family can raise such an heir?

Yue Zhiyun is still immersed in the doubts about why Feng Nishang has a shadow.

The ancestors and clans are above you, are all the female ghosts of thousands of years so powerful now?

"I am a living person, panting." Feng Nishang spoke coldly, and she fooled the little fool without any burden. "The person in the painting you mentioned is my ancestor."

Ah, it's the ancestor.

Yue Zhiyun patted his chest calmly, and he looked at Feng Nishang again, and his heart that had just been put down was lifted up bit by bit. Without him, Feng Nishang's movement of raising his hand was almost exactly the same as the person in the painting. Can habits be passed on for so many years?

Ye Wu bent down and helped Feng Nishang up.

Feng Nishang lowered his head and said, "If humans want to live more comfortably, they should understand what it means to be a rare and confused person. If that painting is possible, I want to see it with my own eyes."

After reporting Lezhai's address, the closed door in the private room was pushed open from inside.

The conversation between the two ended with Feng Nishang's first departure.

Yue Zhiyun chased him out and stood by the railing and watched Feng Nishang who was leaving.

Even under the cover of the winter clothes, the girl looked slender and weak. Her back felt a sense of indifference that was blocked from others thousands of miles away, like a proud and independent snow lotus.

Do not rely on anyone, do not get close to any dirty, and do not emit any warmth.

Do such people really exist in the world?

Yue Zhiyun was confused inside.

A table of guests downstairs left the venue. A crowd was surging. Someone accidentally bumped into Feng Nishang. The other party immediately apologized, but Feng Nishang did not pursue the matter.

Ye Wu frowned gently, as if he was blaming himself.

Feng Nishang turned his head and said something lightly, and then took the initiative to hold Ye Wu's hand.

The gentleness of this moment fell into the eyes of the more Zhiyun, and the more Zhiyun scratched his head and laughed heartlessly. Maybe he was really wrong.

This is clearly a little cold-hearted girl.

The next day, Yue Zhiyun came to visit with the scroll.

Yue Zhiyun got off the carriage and stood at the door of Lezhai and looked up at the plaque above.

Even if he had only a superficial knowledge of calligraphy, he could see how profound the person who wrote these two words was. The exquisite workmanship of the welcoming bell at the door was all wonderful categories that he had never seen before, which showed that the owner was rich and powerful.

After comparison, Yue Zhiyun thought that his little money was worthy of? He couldn't even afford a plaque from someone else.

Look at how low-key they are!

Look at his father... forget it, it's better not to mention his father.

No wonder the little girl dared to book a private room for so long. The small money is probably not enough for others to spend a lot of pocket money on weekdays. They should be big.

Yue Zhiyun felt that he, who wanted to compete with Feng Nishang before, was a fool.

At this moment, the crowd on the street suddenly had a small commotion.

"Oh, Master Jiu is back with his wife to relax."

"Justice Jiu is still handsome today, and his wife is still as beautiful as a flower."

If these simple voices were not attracted by Yue Zhiyun's attention, the problem was that someone shouted: "Madam, marry me!"

This is He Fang's Warrior, who actually prys the corner of the wall in front of him.

Yue Zhiyun felt that he should take a look, so he turned around.

Then Yue Zhiyun suffered the most deadly double beauty critical hit in his life.

The handsome young man walking in front was trying to kill those who were prying into the corner with his eye knife, while the beautiful lady who was pried was gently comforting her husband.

Then the two men walked into Lezhai without even looking at him.

Yue Zhiyun followed in a confused manner.

Yin Jiu and Su Qingwan went directly to the courtyard. Su Qingwan went upstairs to draw illustrations for Feng Nishang's painting book. Yin Jiu smelled the fragrance of the soup and went to the kitchen, wanting to give his little wife the nourishing soup to the upper floor.

Bai Lu, who had been boiling the soup for two hours, sighed that the time for Yin Jiu to come back was just right, and retreated outside. He was no longer needed here.

There seemed to be customers outside, so Bai Lu went directly to the store.

It happened that Sun Yirou was helping to look at the shop in Lezhai. She recognized the person at a glance as the drunkard that night. She went to Feng Nishang with a subtle mood: "Nishang, someone is looking for you outside. It's the drunkard that day, do you still remember?"

Feng Nishang was writing the first draft of the painting in the bedroom. Upon hearing this, she put down her pen, and turned her numb wrists and said, "Remember. I asked him to come."

Sun Yiju said: "By the way, he also brought a scroll, which should be a painting."

She was not surprised to see Feng Nishang. Sun Yirou knew that Feng Nishang knew that she knew. She stopped talking and walked over and took the initiative to help Feng Nishang clean up the manuscript.

"Thank you." Feng Nishang expressed his gratitude lightly.

Sun Yirou blinked and smiled, "Why are you polite to me? Leave it to me here, go down quickly. He came to you for a very important matter, right?"

Feng Nishang nodded and went downstairs.

Bai Lu thought that the other party was Feng Nishang's customer, and it was not a big deal to sit in the store, so Sun Yirou went upstairs to invite someone to the courtyard.

The more Zhiyun walked in the courtyard, the more he looked at the scenery in the courtyard, the more shocked he was.

It is a cold day. Although there is snow in this Lezhai, it is also full of flowers.

This is absolutely abnormal!

It's too late to go out now.

"The bold human actually trespassed on the territory of this demon!"

"If you don't submit the offerings quickly, I will let you go!"

"Lord Ayin and Ayang want ten small sugar balls!"

Ayin and Ayang were in a state of energy. Seeing Yue Zhiyun coming, he became a prank and a demon threw a box of paint at Yue Zhiyun.

But my arms were too short and I couldn't throw them out correctly, and the paint box fell to the ground.

Yue Zhiyun began to dizzy when he looked at the red pigment in front of him.

Dad, your son has entered the monster's nest.

Why didn’t I expect that in the past thousand years, there are monsters, in addition to ghosts, there are also monsters!

Ayin and Ayang took off his arms and began a second brave attack.

The two little guys just finished warming up and starting to help, and then they found that they were empty.

Yin Jiu held the steaming soup meal in one hand and two boxes of paint in the other hand, and looked at his two little pets who were acting like a demon: "You two are so brave, they dare to use the paint I made for Xiaoxiao privately. Tell me, how many days do you want to be hungry?"

"Master, Master, don't want it. Ayin Ayang knows that he is wrong. We will definitely be obedient in the future. Don't break Ayin Ayang's meal." Ayin Ayang hugged Yin Jiu's legs and refused to let go. "Master, it's the best. Ayin Ayang loves his master the most."

Yin Jiu said: "I can't shelter the criminals. Otherwise, Xiaoxiao will be unhappy."

Do you still have to tell Qingqing?

Qingqing would not cook delicious food for them when she was angry.

Ayin and Ayang were so anxious that he took Yin Jiu's clothes and refused to let Yin Jiu go.

Yin Jiu took the opportunity to propose a series of overbearing terms, stared at the two despicable little boys and pressed their handprints, and then he satisfied the treaty.

Yue Zhiyun took a few deep breaths and tried hard to move his steps.

What else is more terrifying than seeing it with your own eyes.

Yin Jiu secretly compared Yue Zhiyun, who was shaking into a sieve, with Su Qingwan, who saw him for the first time, and once again confirmed that his Xiaoxiao was so unique that there was no human in the world who could compare with his Xiaoxiao!

"Xiao Nishang, come down quickly."

Yin Jiu called out and entered Su Qingwan's room.

Yue Zhiyun stood in the courtyard at a loss.

Just in the blink of an eye, the two little men as big as a palm disappeared just now, yes, the kind that disappeared out of thin air. There was no trace of red paint splashing on the ground. He reasonably suspected that he was so scared that he had hallucinations.

Ayin and Ayang hid behind the lotus leaf stem and looked at it.

Nishang's new friend is born tall and big, so why is he so brave?

After Sun Yirou packed up her things, Yue Zhiyun had already sat down face to face with Feng Nishang. He looked very cold. Sun Yirou thought about it and gave Yue Zhiyun a cup of freshly cooked tea. After all, he was a guest and could not be treated unfairly.

After a cup of tea, Yue Zhiyun finally realized the temperature of living.

Now it is OK to let him escape into the monk!

Feng Nishang had no idea what strange things Yue Zhiyun had realized again. She opened the scroll and looked at it. With just one glance, she recognized the scene.
To be continued...