Rao is Feng Jinhuan no matter how eye-catching, no one has the kung fu to pay attention to him at this time. The little story made the old and young masters who were watching stretch their necks to listen, and the young ladies and girls hugged each other, pinching the handkerchiefs and shaking.

is just playing tricks, you can scare these nobles who are above the top of the eyes on weekdays like this, and it is really just two words "happy!" "What's more, it's so chic and scary, and you can still make money! Sure enough, storytelling is the best errand in the world!

Wahahahaha, Cheng Xiaoxiao's proud round eyes smiled. Those gold owners are either scared or curious, she is a little silver, silver~

Outside the crowd on several floors, Feng Jinhuan originally couldn't sleep, so he came out to see the preparations before the opening of the Nanfeng Pavilion and the Beiyu Building, but he didn't expect to accidentally discover such a scene.

Feng Jinhuan's long posture shook a few times, and there was still a bewitching smile on his fairy-like face, but his delicate facial features twitched unnaturally, showing that he was desperately enduring something.

Little...... I'm pretty good at that. Feng Jinhuan did not ignore the evil smile on his little face, because the dignitaries were frightened.

Mr. Donglin, the director of the Nanfeng Pavilion who followed Feng Jinhuan, was sad with a fairly good-looking face, he had been by the side of the prince for so long, and it was the first time he saw the son show such an unfathomable expression, what did the convulsions mean......

Childe won't blame him, will he...... It stands to reason that if Cheng Xiaoxiao tells the story here in the Nanfeng Pavilion and the Beiyu Building, he can cut it with two people, Donglin and Red Sleeves, but how can Cheng Xiaoxiao say that he is also the personal servant of the son......

Seeing that Cheng Xiaoxiao, this kid is really talented, and he can help Nanfeng Pavilion and Beiyulou attract a lot of guests, he and Red Sleeves decided as soon as they were excited, and they didn't care about the identity of Cheng Xiaoxiao's personal servant, which ...... That's fine.

Seeing that Feng Jinhuan didn't speak, Mr. Donglin's cold sweat had already slid down his head...... But Feng Jinhuan didn't make any moves, just stood quietly in place like other book listeners, as if he was fascinated by the story.

"Xiao Xiao is really a usable talent." The twitching on Feng Jinhuan's face had stopped now, and he touched his chin, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Gong ...... Childe, in the past few days since he started to tell stories, our Nanfeng Pavilion and Beiyu Building have seen a great increase in visitors! "Mr. Donglin doesn't understand whether his son's usable talent" is a positive or derogatory meaning, so he has to be careful to say good things, eh, this son's mind is becoming more and more difficult to understand......

"Yes, let Xiaoxiao say that, such a wonderful will definitely attract a lot of guests." Feng Jinhuan was speechless for a long time, and after Mr. Donglin was really anxious, he made a final decision. It was Feng Jinhuan's words that made Cheng's little storytelling career officially begin.

"Childe Yingming, then I'll improve the equipment of the little fiction book again." Mr. Donglin was greatly relieved, he secretly wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve, and didn't forget to pat his ass again.

Feng Jinhuan's silence was due to the fact that he was accidentally attracted, whether it was the vivid story that attracted him, or the cute appearance of the little storyteller, that is unknown.

It turned out that ...... "he" brought Cheng Xiaoxiao to the South Wind Pavilion for this reason...... Nowadays, the prime ministers of the dynasty love to listen to books, especially young boys with red lips and white teeth......

Feng Jinhuan understood "his" intentions at the moment, and sure enough, "he" would not do useless things, but ...... Why don't you just make it clear.

"Childe, it's not too early, there is still a meeting with the right envoy today......" Feng Jinhuan reminded the tall guard who had been standing behind him like a wooden stake.

"Got it, I'll go sleep again now, go back, flying kite." Feng Jinhuan's face, because of the name in Fei Kite's words, quickly flashed a look of disgust, so fast that people could barely catch it, he turned around and left in Mr. Donglin's bow, his figure floating.

Cheng Xiaoxiao was proudly looking at the moving silver in front of her, she was already small, and she couldn't see Feng Jinhuan standing behind under the crowd, so naturally she couldn't notice the departure of her master.

"The scholar was dizzy, and then he found out that he was in a ruined temple in the deep mountains...... "Cheng's small and frustrated storytelling voice still echoed between the South Wind Pavilion and the North Rain Building......

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On summer nights, the cool breeze is slow, and there is no scorching sun during the day, which makes people feel extremely comfortable.

Cheng Xiao smiled sweetly, looking at the large jar of wine dragged in his wide coat as he walked, and tears filled his eyes. When I think of myself with my grandfather, I can barely have a problem eating, but this wine is a luxury.

Although their grandparents love wine and can taste wine, it is a pity that they are just shy and can't satisfy their appetites. In this Nanfeng Pavilion, in order to greet dignitaries, there are a lot of good wines!

Childe basically doesn't need to help himself, but since he picked up his old business again, he has been on the street every day to search for strange stories, and he has to pay attention to what is popular from time to time.

Cheng Xiao looked at the orange moon in the sky with satisfaction, such a night is really suitable for drinking, especially after a busy day.

Smelling the wine, Cheng Xiaoxiao walked faster. You know, what she is holding in her arms now is the silver fairy that only exists in the South Wind Pavilion and the North Rain Building! Speaking of Yinxian, it is not only in Wujiang City, but also in other places!

The legend of this silver fairy is that the prince of Huan personally participated in the development, and found a good wine made by the famous wine fairy, which is very easy to eat, and the lips and teeth are fragrant after drinking, and many businessmen from other places also come here to taste.

It's delicious, and every time I smell it, I have to drool, but the price is also ...... Eh...... Cheng Xiaoxiao is bent on saving money to buy her son-in-law's time to make her son happy, although she said that she also made a lot of money by books, but compared with the grand goal of buying her son's time, it is too little......

Today, there happened to be a group of old men outside who ordered wine and didn't have time to drink, so they paid and left the remaining jars of silver fairy in the hall.

At the thought of the crystal clear wine sliding down the throat little by little into the esophagus, leaving an infinite charm in the mouth and the tip of the nose, Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn't bear it, and his steps were faster.

With the passage of time, Cheng Xiaoxiao began to have a little resentment towards his grandfather, and now all of them have disappeared, grandpa loves himself so much, there must be something terrible, I don't know, where is grandpa now, can he drink such a good wine like himself......