"I thought I would travel through time. I should be a princess or something, but who would have thought that I would actually cross paths with an insignificant character in my book." Qingchen said angrily.

"Could it be Mike Luo and I?" Yan Lingyan asked cautiously.

Qingchen looked at her with an expression of "who else?" Yan Lingyan read a bigger message than this.

Then, Qingchen waved his hand again, "But forget it, fate will be in your own hands when it comes. I don't want to be unknown like this. Even if I am a female supporting role, I still want to live a beautiful life! Yan Lingyan

, whether this book can survive or not depends on you."

As she spoke, she took out a book.

The standard cover of a romance novel, titled "The Dinosaur Prince and the White Rabbit Concubine".

Dinosaur Prince, Ouyang Yan?!

White Rabbit Concubine, me?!

Yan Lingyan looked strange: "What a name that smells like a beast."

"Ahem, take a look again."

When Yan Lingyan looked at it again, the title of the book suddenly became blurry, and the face of the person on the cover also began to become blurry.

"What's going on?" Yan Lingyan thought she was dazzled, but no matter how hard she looked, she still looked the same.

Qingchen said: "This is because your story is not over yet. Because of your arrival, the original content of this book has been subverted, and it is not as simple as one or two points. Now, the world of the book has begun to be chaotic, and the original complete

The book has now become nameless and has no protagonist, and the story plot has become a semi-finished product in the development stage. This book will not be truly completed until you all die."

Are they all going to die?

Qingchen said: "Please go on as you wish. If the plot of the story continued to follow the original trend, this world would not exist."

"Please, Miss Ye Yan."

"Otherwise, I will have to settle the score if you blow me up with a gun..."

"Actually, you're not willing to give in, are you?"

Qingchen said seductively over and over again, adding threats.

However, Yan Lingyan still didn't believe it, after all, this statement was ridiculous.

"You don't believe me?" Qingchen seemed to know what Yan Lingyan was thinking, and asked somewhat unhappily.

Yan Lingyan: "A little bit, after all, anyone involved in this kind of thing will be suspicious. Can you prove something or change something?"

"You still need to prove it? Haven't I already restored Xiao Liyuan's memory?"

Qingchen screamed dissatisfied.

Yan Lingyan muttered: "Who knows if it was you who did it?"

"Of course it's not me, it's yours...it's not me anyway, I'm just helping him recover." Qingchen wanted to say something, but stopped at the right time.

Yan Lingyan was confused, Xiao Liyuan's amnesia seemed to have a hidden meaning.

It seems that it is not just the sequelae of the treatment. Could it be that the woman Qingchen had tampered with Xiao Liyuan's memory?

Afterwards, she quietly left through the back door.

Yan Lingyan didn't know how to face Xiao Liyuan. It seemed that after knowing that Xiao Liyuan was a character in the book, she felt that her every move was exposed to the eyes of readers.

Before that...

oh!

Oh my gosh!

I'm sorry, people in this world.

The carriage stopped in front of a ruined teahouse called "Qing Meng Xie."

It looks fine from the outside, elegant and seclusion.

But it seems that the business is not very good. The waiter sitting at the door is still yawning out of boredom, his eyes are sleepy, and he is also wearing bright red and green clothes.

Opera singer?

Opposite Qingmengxie, there is a quite lively teahouse, and there are some women wearing gauze clothes at the door. Although they look like maids, the maids do not stop them from the squirming posture and the restless hands of the guests.

, just smiling charmingly.

The owner of that teahouse is named Liu.

Yan Lingyan sighed.

Looking at the land deed in my hand with a huge headache, could this be the reason for the decline of the family industry?

This land deed was obtained by Qingchen with help. Although Aunt Liu returned part of it, she still had a valuable part in her hands.

Qingchen used the power of the author to reverse things.

Of course, there is a price for using this kind of power in the world of books. Yan Lingyan saw with her own eyes that a handful of Qingchen's hair turned silver, just for a moment.

The land deed was obtained, but Qingteng changed.

In addition, Qingchen also "secured" an original book for himself.

Yan Lingyan accepted it somehow.

She didn't want to use such terrible power. It would be really terrible to turn her hair all silver in a few minutes. The price was too high, and her ambition was too big.

Xiao Hei looked at it in confusion and pulled Yan Lingyan's sleeve.

"Can't you wait any longer?"

Xiao Hei nodded. "The pharmacy will be closed if it's too late."

Yan Lingyan thought for a while and then gave Xiaohei the money.

"Xiao Hei, I will compensate the master." Xiao Hei took the money and said nervously.

Yan Lingyan said: "No need, just be loyal."

After that, she walked into Qingmengxi. Xiaohei was confused for a long time, then turned and left.

Until Yan Lingyan approached, the waiter had no intention of waking up.

Chuan Yao wanted to wake him up, but was stopped by Yan Lingyan.

Yan Lingyan entered the teahouse. The interior was elegantly decorated, the environment was quiet, and the subtle fragrance of plum blossoms was floating in the air, and the light smoke was just the right amount of misty.

If you look at it this way, it's impossible not to have guests.

Chuan Yu looked at it doubtfully, "Strange, where's the shopkeeper's?"

"Here I am, I didn't know there was a guest. I hope the distinguished guest won't blame me." A chubby man with a duck voice came from the backstage in a dignified manner.

When Yan Lingyan saw him, she couldn't help but be speechless.

He was wearing a beautiful green gown that was almost torn open by him. The delicate asparagus was almost off the thread, and a large piece of white fat was exposed at the collar.

The man pretended to be holding a fan and fanning his face.

Yan Lingyan wanted to ask: Isn't it cold?

This is not the person in memory.

"Are you...?" She hesitated.

The man smiled, showing his big row of yellow teeth, and wiped the hair on his forehead with a greasy hand, "I am Wen Ruo, the son of the chief steward of the Zhenguo Palace. As you can see, this Qing Mengxie belongs to my master's wife."

The property is now given to me."

"Oh, really?" Yan Lingyan smiled, "I wonder if there is any good tea in the store?"

"Of course there is good tea, but girl you..."

As he spoke, the man who called himself Wen Ruo glanced at Yan Lingyan.

Yan Lingyan took out her money bag and put it on the table, "Don't worry, storekeeper, I'm not here to make a joke."

The man then breathed a sigh of relief and put on a smile again. "I wonder what tea the girl would like to drink?"

Yan Lingyan said: "Don't worry, I still have friends. I don't know anything about tea ceremony, I'll wait for him to come."

"Really? Let's take care of things for the time being." The man didn't doubt it.

Yan Lingyan changed the subject, with a smile in her eyes: "By the way, Mr. Wen, my friend recently wanted to close the teahouse. The minimum price for a teahouse is 3,000 taels. Have you heard about it?"

After hearing this, the man started fighting with his hands.

Three thousand taels!

"The girl's friend must be an outsider. I haven't heard of such a good thing before."

"No, I'm from the capital. I recently negotiated with my father and it has been decided."
Chapter completed!