Tianyun Pavilion.

As the most famous teahouse in Qingzhou City, the minimum consumption is three taels of silver each time, and the people who enter and exit Tianyun Pavilion are either rich or expensive.

The first floor was full of guests, all of whom stared intently at the storyteller standing behind the table in front of him, holding a wakewood, and indulging in the suspenseful and wonderful story.

Different from the full house on the first floor, the second floor is relatively deserted, with only a few tables of tea guests, and in the window position, Liu Feng and Nangong Ruoli sit opposite each other, drinking herbal tea to cool off.

Liu Feng glanced sideways slightly, his eyes fell on the bustling street, under the scorching sun, compared to the bustling scene on the street in the morning, there were more than half of the pedestrians on the street at this time, he and Nangong Ruoli just felt that it was too hot, so they came to Tianyun Pavilion to drink tea.

Liu Feng retracted his gaze, and when he turned around, he saw Nangong Ruoli holding his chin with both hands, looking at him with a smile, as if there was light in his eyes, shiny, as if he couldn't see enough.

"What do you think I'm doing? Do I have dirt on my face? Liu Feng unconsciously reached out and touched his handsome face, there seemed to be nothing else on his face except for his good looks.

"No, I just want to see you, and I've been watching it like this all the time." Nangong Ruoli's eyes are full of waves, her eyes are as tender as water, and she is not ashamed to open her mouth when she opens her mouth.

Liu Feng's heart jumped twice, he was always teased by this girl, even if he was calm, he couldn't help but be moved.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, calmed down the turmoil in his heart, Nangong Ruoli's smart eyes rolled down, and suddenly looked at the teacup in his hand, and asked curiously: "Senior Brother Liu, what does your tea taste like?" ”

"It's the same as yours, we both drink the same pot of tea, okay?" Liu Feng was stunned, the two of them drank a pot of tea, and the taste was naturally the same.

"But I think your tea tastes a little better." Nangong Ruoli stared at his teacup, her eyes burning and her expression moved.

"Aren't they all the same?" Liu Feng suddenly wondered, what difference can there be in the taste of tea poured out of a teapot?

"Would you like to give me your cup of tea?" Nangong Ruoli's eyes flashed, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Uh...... Okay, okay, you drink. "It's just a cup of tea, and Liu Feng doesn't care.

"Hee-hee~~" Nangong Ruoli smiled, took the teacup from his hand, and drank it happily.

"Your tea is really better than mine." Nangong Ruoli just tasted it, and a flash of light flashed in her eyes.

"Come, I will drink from your cup, and you will drink from mine." Nangong Ruoli sent her teacup to Liu Feng, Liu Feng looked down at the teacup, and then looked up at Nangong Ruoli, who had a somewhat sly expression, thought about it in his mind, and vaguely understood something.

It's just that he didn't break it, under Nangong Ruoli's gaze, he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, and when he saw Liu Feng drinking tea from his own teacup, he didn't dislike it at all, Nangong Ruoli's mouth couldn't help but overflow with a hint of laughter, and her heart was happy, she pursed her mouth tightly to prevent herself from laughing too obviously.

At this time, there were several scholars next to him, discussing poetry and songs, and the topic inevitably talked about the two poems that Liu Feng had written before.

"This song "Ascending", the artistic conception is desolate and down, it is really shocking!"

"Yes, the first time I heard this poem, I was shocked, and the person who did this poem is really brilliant!"

"That "Silent Night Poem" is also excellent, enough to be passed down through the ages."

Listening to the voices of several readers, Liu Feng didn't react, just drank tea quietly, but Nangong Ruoli, but the more she listened, the more excited she became, the smile on her face became stronger, and her eyes were shining when she looked at Liu Feng......

They are in the poems of Brother Qualiu.

It's my Senior Brother Liu.

Nangong Ruoli felt proud for no reason, pricked up her ears and listened to a few people praising Liu Feng out of control, she didn't seem to be able to hear enough, and she couldn't suppress the joy in her heart......

Half an hour later, Nangong Ruoli took Liu Feng's arm and walked out of Tianyun Pavilion with high spirits, resting for half an hour, the sun was no longer so hot, and the two regained their energy and wandered around the street again.

Whenever she encounters something delicious, good-looking, or fun, Nangong Ruoli will pull Liu Feng to buy it, and when she sees someone selling art on the street, she will also go to join in the fun.

"Senior Brother Liu, I really want to be like this forever, to be with you, and never separate." Nangong Ruoli took his hand and walked backwards in front of Liu Feng, looking at him with a pair of eyes without blinking, his eyes full of longing.

Hearing this, Liu Feng remembered that he was going to return to Islam tomorrow, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little sour, he stopped, looked at those bright eyes, opened his mouth, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally said: "Senior Sister Nangong, I will be returning tomorrow." ”

The girl's body trembled, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, her eyes dimmed, she knew that Liu Feng would return to the Demon Sect sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to be so soon, so suddenly, for a while, Nangong Ruoli was a little difficult to accept, and she was extremely disappointed.

Liu Feng returned to the Demon Sect, and if she wanted to see Liu Feng again, it would be difficult.

"Senior Brother Liu~~~" Nangong Ruoli called softly, a thin layer of mist appeared in her eyes, and she was full of tears, which was pitiful.

"Okay, don't cry." Liu Feng was a little unbearable, took a step forward, and slowly pulled her body into his arms, Nangong Ruoli's head lay on his chest, and tears could no longer help but burst out of his eyes, wetting his clothes.

Gently hugging Nangong Ruoli's soft body, Liu Feng was also a little uncomfortable in her heart, this girl was deeply in love with herself, infatuated, if she left, how could this girl bear it?

"Okay, don't cry, I'm just returning to the Demon Sect, and I'm not dead, and I won't see you again in the future." Liu Feng gently patted her back and comforted her, Nangong Ruoli sobbed softly and hugged him tightly.

For a long time -

Nangong Ruoli stopped crying, raised her head from his arms, there were two lines of crystal tears on her melon seed face, her eyes were slightly red, her eyes were moist, she bit her red lip lightly, and said, "Senior Brother Liu, can you accompany me to a place?" ”

"Okay." Liu Feng stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face, he didn't ask where to go, looking at the tearful person with pear blossoms and rain in front of him, no matter where Nangong Ruoli was going at this time, he would accompany him.

Except, of course, elopement.

Nangong Ruoli looked sad, she didn't say anything more at the moment, pulled him, turned around and walked in the direction of the city gate, the two walked slowly, slowly, Nangong Ruoli seemed to have changed her personality in an instant, and the whole person was silent, drooping her head, absent-minded.

It's only occasionally when I look at Liu Feng that I barely pull a smile on my face, and it makes people feel distressed to pretend to be strong.