After the lazy emperor

Sitting on the couch, Feng Ning caressed Tong'er's hair feathers, her deep and clear eyes involuntarily drifted out of the window, the marriage recruitment meeting was still going on, how did the Old Demon Church get the soul kite?Do you want to grab it?No, Liaobei Xiong is an old villain, and all the guzhengs on the ring are exactly the same. Even if it is clear that the Qinghun kite is among them, I don’t know which one it is. Wasting time?Or Gui Yanluo confessed to her that she was so far away from the soul-engaging kite, but she was only waiting for the person who could play the soul-engaging kite?

Forget it, Cui Niang has not sent back the news, that is, the person who played the zither string has not yet appeared. During this period of time, it is expected that she will not make any moves, but I did not expect that Ghost Yan Luo would let her come to fetch it. Holding the soul kite, is there something hidden in it?

He gently shook his head, held Tong'er in his arms, and said softly: "Tong'er, since you are here, can you help Fengning with some work?" Going to the door, I asked the boy not far away for a pen and paper...

In the evening, Cuiniang came back, and the result was as she expected, no one satisfied Liao Beixiong, and Cuiniang also brought back a piece of news that made her more interested, she stayed in this inn.

The situation on the next day was the same as the first day, and no one satisfied Miss Liao's family. On the last day, there were still many ambitious young talents and dashing chivalrous men in the audience.

The smile on Liao Beixiong's face also began to force himself. Couldn't there be one among so many people playing the soul kite?My heart began to be tangled and uneasy. If this is the case, then wouldn’t my plan go to waste? But I also thought that I would have to get through today anyway, hoping that a miracle would appear, otherwise the Liao family would not be able to avoid a catastrophe. bloody.

Feng Ning watched the bluish-white figure go downstairs through the crack of the door, her lips raised involuntarily, and the smile in her eyes deepened a bit. Today is the last day of the marriage recruitment conference, and the scene will definitely be very lively , how can I miss it?

Now that she has already set off, how can she sit idly by?Opening the door, Fengning just took a few steps when she heard a soft call from behind, "Miss Lin."

Stopping and looking back, a smile floated on his face, "So it's Mr. He, what's the matter?"

He Shuwen said with a smile: "I think the girl is also going to the wedding reception, how about going together?"

Feng Ning covered her face with the purple gauze that brushed her ears, making it difficult to see her expression at this time, "So, Mr. He, please."

"Miss Lin, please—"

Feng Ning nodded, and didn't want to waste time on these etiquettes. Perhaps men in ancient times were more refined, and this was fully reflected in He Shuwen.

Coming downstairs, He Shuwen couldn't help asking, "Why don't you see Miss Mei?"

Stepping over the threshold with her skirt on, he didn't bother to guess whether this was a question he wanted to break the silence between the two of them, or he deliberately mentioned that since she went back to the inn the day before yesterday, she hadn't seen her again, "Perhaps sister Mei has something to do, my lord If you want to see her, just wait in the inn."

Feng Ning's words were very soft, with a slightly teasing rhyme in her tone, so light that people could easily have other guesses. He Shuwen was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was being entertained by others, but to her, it seemed that she couldn't be annoyed. Get up, "Girl misunderstood, I don't mean that."