Jiang Yanyi put a piece of chicken in the okra bowl and coughed twice, "I accidentally kicked you when I raised my foot."

Okra then continued to eat with a doubt.

Yang Xiu said uncomfortable: "The old scholar was poor at home. When his mother died, she said she wanted to eat some fish. But the old scholar went to Beijing to take the exam and borrowed the travel expenses from relatives and neighbors. After failing the exam, she returned home in a shameless manner and owed a lot of money. The old scholar had no money to buy fish for his mother at home. When he was telling a story at Laifu Restaurant, a guest in a private room ordered a plate of fish. When the customer checked out, the plate of fish was only passively moved two chopsticks. The old scholar secretly hid the fish and prepared to take it back to his mother."

"Who was seen by a waiter in the restaurant. The waiter reported to the restaurant manager, saying that the scholar was not clean and secretly hid the fish ordered by the customer. After checking the restaurant manager, he found the fish that was hidden by the old scholar, which was only passive with two chopsticks hidden by the old scholar. He thought it was the old scholar who stole the food, so he immediately reported to the restaurant owner. The restaurant owner asked the scholar to roll the bed and get out of the house. The scholar explained but no one believed him. He and the fish were thrown on the street by the thugs in the restaurant, and his reputation was destroyed."

"Later, the old scholar said everything with a shy face, so he bought a fish from the fishmonger and took it home for his mother to eat. When the old mother learned the rumors that he had stole fish in the restaurant, she did not want to eat the fish, but died with her mouth open. Later, the matter became a big deal. The staff member who ordered the fish in the private room that day said to the old scholar that he had not finished eating the fish, but the rumors had become huge waves. The sound was quickly drowned. Everyone still firmly believes that the old scholar was just greedy and stole the fish in the restaurant."

It is said that life is full of things, Jiang Yanyi never expected that the old scholar was not clean and there were so many injustices in the outsiders. She couldn't help but sigh: "The other day you two will go to see the old scholar with me."

She had decided to invite the old scholar to come and sit in the hall. This old scholar had been able to sit in the Laifu Restaurant, and his storytelling skills must be excellent. He had such a festival with the Laifu Restaurant, so Jiang Yanyi was not worried that he would be poached by the Laifu Restaurant in the future.

After making something delicious, Jiang Yanyi naturally did not forget to bring a copy to Feng Shuo.

An unexpected surprise was that she had been feeding cat food for several days. The female cat was finally not so wary of Jiang Yanyi. Although she didn't dare to get started, when she went to put the cat food, the female cat was lying in the cat's nest and could hardly hear the movement and ran away.

Several kittens opened their eyes and hugged under the female cat, meowing, one as good as the other. I wonder if it was Jiang Yanyi's illusion, but they seemed to be a little bigger than when they were just born, and their cat hair was thicker.

When she entered the house, she said to Feng Shuo with joy: "I think this nest of cats can be raised."

Feng Shuo wore a black gold brocade robe today. His long hair was tied up with a golden crown and half of it was spread behind him, which was noble and elegant.

"This nest of cats is so noisy that they are yelling all day long." The disgusting meaning in his tone was obvious, but there was no sign of boredom on his face.

Jiang Yanyi quickly said, "You can bear it for a few more days. When the kittens are bigger and stronger, I will move them all into my yard."

Now the female cat is no longer as cautious as before. Jiang Yanyi feels that she will definitely be able to take the cats away after a while.

Feng Shuo held his head and looked at Jiang Yanyi: "What are you busy with recently?"

In the past, she had to be busy with the store and could not come here often. Her foot injury has healed in the past few days, and the store has not opened, but she has been in less time than before.

Jiang Yanyi brought the dry pot covered with the pot lid to the table, and said with a smile: "I'm busy making delicious food."

Even though it was covered with a lid, the spicy and fragrant smell from the pot was still very attractive.

She took out the small stove she brought over and said, "Put the silver charcoal here and you can simmer it."

Feng Shuo automatically understood Jiang Yanyi's words as "busy to make delicious food for him." The corners of his lips raised slightly, and his mood suddenly improved a few degrees, but he said on his lips: "Where did you learn these strange ways to cook?"

Jiang Yanyi felt nervous. This was the first time someone asked her this question. She laughed dryly and said perfunctorily: "I figured it out myself."

Fearing that Feng Shuo would ask anything else, she urged: "Release the lid and try it."

Feng Shuo said: "I haven't had a medicine bath this morning, so I'll come out to take it after the medicine bath."

Jiang Yanyi nodded: "Then you go quickly."

Bathing with full stomach is not good for the body.

After saying that, Jiang Yanyi discovered that Feng Shuo glanced at him with a look of wanting to speak but stopping, and then went back to cover the room without saying a word.

Jiang Yanyi was afraid that the dry pot would be cold, so he went out and asked the servant to take the red silver charcoal and put it in a small stove. He covered the two iron plates at the entrance of the stove, leaving only a small mouth so that the temperature of the silver charcoal inside would be transmitted and warm the pot.

After doing this, she used to go to Fengshuo's bookcase to find books. Before the servant left the room, she accidentally saw this scene and looked very surprised, even described it as horror.

The servants who served in Fengshuo's yard knew that the bookcase in his room could not be touched. Even if he cleaned it on weekdays, Guard Xing would do it.

He was about to remind Jiang Yanyi not to touch those books, but when he heard Jiang Yanyi ask in the direction of the room behind him: "Why can't I find the travel notes I read last time?"

Feng Shuo's cold and low voice soon came from the back cover room: "The third row of bookshelf, the sixth book on the left."

The servant looked like a ghost, and walked out of the door with a faint step, causing a storm in his heart. It seemed that the prince was really extraordinary to this Miss Jiang. He became more and more respectful to Jiang Yanyi since then.

Jiang Yanyi was unaware of these things. According to Feng Shuo's words, she found the book she had not finished last time, and also found some other travel notes of interest. The pages were very new, which were very different from other people who were often flipped. It was obviously a newly bought one.

Jiang Yanyi suddenly jumped wildly like a deer bumping into her heart. Could these books be found by Feng Shuo?

"Did you find it?" Feng Shuo's voice came from the back cover room.

Jiang Yanyi nodded, and after nodding, she found that Feng Shuo could not see it. Her face was slightly hot and she replied, "Finding it."

She looked at a newly placed Zhiquye Talk on the bookshelf and asked Feng Shuo: "What is the second book to the left on the third row of your bookshelf?"

"The Record of Huyang Jialan" was written by Shen Xuanzhi, a Guanglu doctor in the previous dynasty, when he resigned from his official position, traveling to various ancient temples. Although it was to mourn the overthrow of the previous dynasty through the Kongmen, the rumors and customs about various ancient temples can still be found."

Jiang Yanyi always knew that Feng Shuo's voice sounded nice, but never at any moment, it sounded so nice.

Is it true that he is naturally elegant with poetry and literature?

And he remembered the location of the books on his entire bookshelf clearly?

Jiang Yanyi didn't believe in evil, so he asked several more books and found that Feng Shuo could answer accurately.

She didn't give up, looked up at the bookshelf's top row, which obviously didn't flip frequently, and asked him: "What is the eleventh book on the top right?"

"A Hundred Chapters of Military Affairs." When he said this, Feng Shuo had already come out of the back cover room. He changed into a double-shaped cloud geese robe with some water vapor at the ends of his hair, which was a little wet. A few strands were winding and spread on his shoulders, forming the ultimate contrast with his meticulously dressed cloud geese robe. Coupled with his cold face, he inexplicably felt a little ascetic.

He saw Jiang Yanyi standing in front of the bookcase and said, "Military books are boring, I'm afraid you won't like reading them."

Jiang Yanyi turned around and was immediately amazed. She walked over with the travel notes in her hand, "Well, I'm just curious to ask."

She sat cross-legged on the futon where she often read books: "You have read all the books in the bookcase."

Feng Shuo glanced at him: "Don't read the books in the bookcase, keep them as decorations?"

Jiang Yanyi has added a knowledgeable filter for him. Even though he is not as angry as he speaks at the moment, it doesn't sound that annoying.

She held her chin in her hands and asked, "You have read the newly placed travel notes?"

Feng Shuo said: "I turned it over briefly and felt that it was still good to see it, so I stayed."

Although someone likes to be stubborn, Jiang Yanyi still feels sweet in her heart.

She quickly called Feng Shuo to sit down: "Try the incense pot I made."

Feng Shuo sat down opposite her. He always only had five points full for breakfast, but this morning he ate very full with white rice and a pot.

Jiang Yanyi looked at him with anticipation: "How is it smelling?"

Since Feng Shuo recovered from his sense of taste, he has not eaten all the delicacies of mountains and seas. He has never eaten such a pot in his memory, but Feng Shuo is not sure whether he has tasted such dishes when he lost his sense of taste.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Not bad."

Jiang Yanyi was not disappointed with his reply. After all, a prince who had never eaten any delicious food, could get the word "good". I think it would be very popular among other powerful people. She smiled so hard that she couldn't see her eyes.

Feng Shuo was shook by her smile, his eyes were slightly deeper, and he turned his head to look out the window.

In order to allow lighting and breathability in the room, the servant installed a layer of wind-shielding yarn in the window. Now, even if the window is opened in the room, the cold wind cannot blow in, but you can see the scenery outside from the inside.

"In a few days, it will snow in Xizhou City." He said.

Jiang Yanyi followed him and looked out the window. The bamboo in front of the window was warmed by the ground dragon, and there was no sign of decline. It was still lush in the twentieth month of winter. Above the bamboo bushes was half a gray-white and bleak sky.

At this time, Jiang Yanyi didn't know what Feng Shuo said, so he thought he was feeling the season. After a few days, Jiang Yanyi and Yang Xiu and Bing Shao went to the south of the city to find the old scholar. They found that many officers and soldiers distributed quilts, rice and grain at the intersection of the street. Only then did they realize that Feng Shuo was worried that once it snowed, there might be several people in Xizhou who could not freeze and starve to death.

Two days later.

People in the south of the city were lined up in the streets.

When Jiang Yanyi passed by, she felt that every face was gray. She couldn't remember or tell who was, but every pair of eyes ignited again in the dimness of death, like sparks bursting out in the darkness, small but burned the night sky with holes.

The sounds of "The King of Southern Liao" are full of voices such as "The King of Southern Liao" and "The King of Southern Liao is kind and kind", and they praised Feng Shuo, but Jiang Yanyi was also very happy in his heart.

Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao had already explored the way before, but the few of them found the old scholar's residence without much effort.

The house is dilapidated and airy on all sides.

There was a side shed in the yard, and under it was a simple fire pit. An old man in rags was gestured on the ground with a charcoal stick, teaching several children surrounding the fire pit to recognize words.

Jiang Yanyi buckled the door knocker full of rust, and the old man turned his head and looked at the door with a blank look: "I wonder which distinguished guest is visiting the humble house?"

His beard was gray and looked a little old, but he was in good spirits.

Jiang Yanyi asked Bing Shao to take a pot of wine and a roast chicken he bought on the road, and said with a smile: "It's not a distinguished guest, but today I'm talking rashly, I want to ask the old man to come out to tell the story."

When talking about the word "storytelling", a hint of sadness flashed in the old man's eyes and waved his hands repeatedly: "I haven't done this job for many years, and my mouth is not easy anymore. Please look for someone else."

He pointed to the wine and roasted chicken and said, "Take these things back together, the old man will not receive any rewards without any merits."

Jiang Yanyi said: "Sir, don't be humble. When you talk about books, you didn't applaud the whole house..."

"It's all the past, no need to mention it, let's go back!"

The old man seemed unwilling to talk about storytelling too much, so he stood up with a stern face and wanted to rush them to himself.

Yang Xiu, Bing and Shao were afraid that he would be unfavorable to Jiang Yanyi, so he hurriedly protected Jiang Yanyi.

Jiang Yanyi was afraid that the two of them would be fine, so he hurriedly said, "Don't hurt the old man."

Several people were bombed out of the gate. Lao Xiu returned all the wine and meat to Bing Shao, and closed the dilapidated courtyard gate with a "touch".

Jiang Yanyi didn't expect that she would be turned away like this, and she felt complicated for a moment.

Yang Xiu looked at her and said, "Shopkeeper, what should we do now?"

Jiang Yanyi shouted through the door: "Old sir, I am the owner of Jiang Ji Antique Soup. I sincerely want to ask you to come out to tell me. If you change your mind, come to Jiang Ji Antique Soup to find me at any time."

Only the old scholar heard from inside: "You go."

Jiang Yanyi sighed, and she returned home without success today. She left the wine and roasted chicken at the gate of the yard and took Yang Xiu, Bing Shao and the others away.

On the way, Yang Xiu couldn't help but complain to the old scholar, "This old antique is quite ignorant."
To be continued...