As soon as the Lady of Grace left, Ma Feifei sighed lightly and looked around, but still didn't understand what was going on, so he had to stare at the places where people were sitting at the tables in front of him to see what they were doing.

"Hum~"

Suddenly, the lights in the entire hall dimmed, Ma Feifei subconsciously reminded him to be very vigilant, his eyes widened and he looked around, and found that he couldn't see his five fingers with his cultivation!

"There is actually a mist formation!" Ma Feifei was slightly surprised, this formation is actually not strong, a first-order formation mage can learn it, but the problem is that this formation will increase as the level of the formation mage increases, and the formation that can make Ma Feifei even lose his fingers must be even higher than him.

"Whew~"

At this time, a breeze blew, accompanied by a faint fragrance, the fragrance was a little strange, not a floral fragrance, not a paper fragrance, and there was a trace of warmth in the fragrance.

"Body fragrance with temperature?" Ma Feifei was slightly surprised, this kind of thing that only existed in legends was actually smelled by him?

After about three breaths, the lights in the hall came back on, and Ma Feifei looked towards the screen, he could be sure that the fragrance just now came from behind the screen.

"What does this mean?" Ma Feifei was really confused at this moment, and he didn't quite understand what the meaning was just now.

At this time, Ma Feifei noticed that the guests sitting at the table began to turn around, pick up the pen on the table, and write something on the paper.

Of course, not everyone wrote, more than half of them put pen to paper, and the rest did not move.

"Then do I write?" Ma Feifei stretched out his finger and bit it, squinting his eyes to carefully observe the handwriting of those people, as if he was writing numbers?

"This one is written like a ......"

"That's a second ......"

"The other one is three ......"

"The highest seems to be three. Ma Feifei looked around and found that the words they wrote were all one word, and the highest number was three.

"Then I'll write a nine, suppress them!" Ma Feifei picked up the pen and wrote a nine-character on the paper.

As soon as Ma Feifei finished writing, maids poured out from all around, came to the table where they had written the numbers, and took away the paper.

Ma Feifei is also a very petite and lovely girl here, with a pair of big eyes that are watery, and when she looks at Ma Feifei, she still hangs down, and she seems to be a little shy.

"Oh, it doesn't feel right. "The little girl is good-looking, but this atmosphere makes Ma Feifei always feel that something seems to be wrong, and he can't help but look around.

There was no communication between the guests in the hall, they sat on their own stools to rest, and they didn't even make a sound when they raised their glasses of tea, which was particularly quality and quiet.

Ma Feifei looked at it for a while and didn't see anything famous, so he had to learn to pick up the tea on the table and drink it.

"Purr~~"

"Slip~~"

"Smack~"

A set of tea-drinking actions flowed smoothly, but the sound resounded throughout the hall, instantly attracting everyone's attention, but after seeing the sage robe that Ma Feifei was wearing, they all showed a slight shock on their faces, and then silently turned their heads back.

Obviously, they knew that Ma Feifei was a book writer from the clothes on Ma Feifei's body.

"Look at what I'm doing? Drinking tea without making a sound is soulless. Ma Feifei pursed his lips and whispered.

Of course, it was a low voice, but in fact, who could not hear it clearly in such a quiet situation, but they sat there silently as if they didn't hear it, without even turning their heads.

At this time, a graceful girl walked out from behind the screen, came to everyone, first bowed to the group of people in the table, and then said softly: "There is a guest on the nineth." ”

When everyone heard this, they turned their eyes to one place.

Ma Feifei was a little confused, why did everyone look at me? Nine? Where did Nine?

"Master Scribe, please!" Wan Ting walked up to Ma Feifei with a smile on her face, and then made a gesture of please.

"Me?" Ma Feifei was still a little blind, but he still subconsciously stood up and walked behind the screen under the guidance of the girl Wanting.

"What does this mean?" Ma Feifei's heart was full of doubts, passing through the screen, there was a passage in front of him that was not very wide, the girl led the way in front, Ma Feifei followed behind, turned a few corners, and finally brought him into a room.

Ma Feifei looked at the furnishings in the room, the pink robe on the screen, and the most primitive fragrance that emanated from the incense burner, if you didn't know what to do here, you really belonged to a fool.

"Then the question is, do I leave now or not?" Ma Feifei stared at the back of the screen, there seemed to be a figure sitting in front of the bed, as if as long as he passed, he could enjoy the feeling of a hibiscus tent.

"Puff~Puff~"

Ma Feifei's little heart was already a little excited, and the rate of beating faster without his control made him feel a little cerebral congested and even a little uncomfortable.

"Why don't I take a look at what it looks like first?" Ma Feifei still couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart after all, and went around the screen and secretly glanced at the bed.

A long-haired woman wearing a red belly pocket was kneeling on the ground, her head slightly lowered, motionless, her emaciated shoulders as smooth as jade, which made Ma Feifei's eyelids jump.

"Forget it, I'd better go. Ma Feifei was still stunned, exited the screen and was about to open the door to go out, but suddenly frowned, put his hands on the deadbolt, and listened quietly.

"Master Xun, please here. Outside the door, an extremely light voice came into Ma Feifei's ears, if it weren't for Ma Feifei's own cultivation, he might not have been able to hear it if he hadn't been imprisoned by the Yong'an City's confinement array.

"Master Xun, isn't it the three-grade calligrapher Xun Ling?" Ma Feifei thought with a frown.

Suddenly, Ma Feifei's ears jumped again, he felt that someone was coming behind him, his steps were very light, and there was not even any sound, and then two hands climbed behind Ma Feifei, weak and boneless, and a faint fragrance came to his nose.

Ma Feifei wrinkled his nose, this fragrance was a little familiar, as if it was exactly the same as the fragrance he smelled in the hall just now.

"Master Scribe, let's go to bed. "The bass voice sounded, and the voice was crispy and weak, which was particularly good.

"Roll~"

Ma Feifei pushed the woman away and scolded in a low voice: "Don't make noise." ”

He is now attracted by the 'Xun Shushi' outside, how can he be in any mood to deal with this so-called 'scholarly family' woman.

The woman was pushed to the ground by Ma Feifei and didn't get up, so she sat there, curled up her legs, hugged with both hands, and her head was on the ground, aggrieved.