"Story, can you tell me about it? I like to listen to stories the most. Qiu Xiang looked at Feng Qingyao with bright eyes and said.

"Want to hear a story? Feng Qingyao began to tell Qiu Xiang about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms while painting. When it came to the Yellow Turban Uprising, Ji Yanran also came back, and when she heard what Feng Qingyao was saying, she didn't interrupt but sat aside and listened with Qiu Xiang.

When there were ten cards drawn for a set of Three Kingdoms killing cards, Feng Qingyao's story also told the story of the Eighteenth Route Princes' crusade against Dong Zhuo, so he stopped and said, "Let's talk about the rest of the story another day." ”

Qiu Xiang hurriedly said: "Then let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

Feng Qingyao thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Ji Yanran just listened to it for a while when she came in, and she didn't care about it, and when she heard it, Ji Yanran couldn't help but be taken by Feng Qingyao to that era of heroes.

Hearing that Feng Qingyao didn't talk about it, he also felt a little unfinished, and his eyes looking at Feng Qingyao were naturally surprised again. Such a wonderful story is not something that ordinary people can make up, although there are a lot of storytellers in the restaurant and teahouse, but the gap between those stories and the stories told by Feng Qingyao is not ordinary.

How did Ji Yanran know that the story of the Three Kingdoms had been passed down for thousands of years, and there were countless legends of all kinds, and at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, it was processed by Luo Guanzhong, a top novelist, to have the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, one of the four famous novels. How can it be compared to the stories of storytellers in this world.

After Qiu Xiang left, Ji Yanran said with a smile: "The husband is really talented, he can even make up a story so well, and the concubine has never heard such a good story." ”

Feng Qingyao smiled and didn't say anything. picked up the teacup in his hand but found that there was no water in it, so he put it down again.

Ji Yanran picked up the teacup she had not had time to drink and came to Feng Qingyao's side, and handed the tea to Feng Qingyao. When he turned his head, he saw the Three Kingdoms Killing character card that Feng Qingyao had just drawn, and couldn't help but be stunned.

When Ji Yanran came in, she saw Feng Qingyao there to pick up calligraphy and painting, but she didn't pay much attention to it, but when she saw the painting in front of her, Ji Yanran was surprised and didn't know what to say, Feng Qingyao's painting was really good.

"This ...... This is painted by Fujun?" Looking at the lifelike character painting in front of her, Ji Yanran looked at Feng Qingyao in disbelief and asked.

"Well, I painted it. Feng Qingyao said lightly.

Hearing Feng Qingyao's affirmative reply, Ji Yanran glanced at Feng Qingyao, and her eyes involuntarily fell on the card in front of her.

"People often say that painting is good, and today I saw my husband's painting to know what it really means to be lifelike. The method, color, and composition are all wonderful, and what is even more commendable is that all the characters have a different momentum, giving people the feeling that these characters are all alive. Even Kiyohara Daojun, who is known as the saint of contemporary painting, may not be able to compare. How much talent does the husband have to hide is unknown to others...... ”

"Madame, ma'am. Seeing Ji Yanran looking at the character card he had drawn with a shocked and obsessive expression, Feng Qingyao couldn't help but smile and shook his head. After waiting for a long time, Ji Yanran came back to her senses, so she opened her mouth and shouted twice.

Ji Yanran, who was intoxicated by Feng Qingyao's figure paintings, was woken up by Feng Qingyao and said a little embarrassed: "The husband's painting is so good, the concubine can't help but be intoxicated." Fang is a little rude, and I hope my husband will forgive me. ”

Feng Qingyao smiled and said: "Nothing, there will be more opportunities to see paintings in the future, and I am not in a hurry at this time." ”

Ji Yanran thought about it and nodded with a smile and said, "Husband, the concubine wants to sleep with her sister tonight, talk to her sister, I don't know ......." ”

Ji Yanran felt that her sister Ji Junyan's misunderstanding of Feng Qingyao was too deep, and it was not a way for the family to continue misunderstanding like this, so she wanted to sleep together at night to persuade Ji Junyan.

Feng Qingyao nodded indifferently and said, "Okay." ”

Ji Yanran saw that Feng Qingyao agreed, so she got up and left, ready to talk to Ji Junyan at night, but before going out, she couldn't help but look at the pictures on the table again. Seeing the luster of the ink on them, I was finally sure that the characters on these cards were indeed drawn, and I was extremely surprised.

Ji Yanran left, Feng Qingyao, who had nothing to do, picked up the pen and continued to draw the cards, drawing two and feeling very boring, besides, this set of pictures could not be finished in a while and a half, so he dropped the pen and prepared to go to bed.

For innate masters, meditation is actually a better way to achieve rest than sleeping. However, if you only meditate and don't sleep, it will become a tool for cultivation, Feng Qingyao is determined to enjoy life, so he naturally refuses to do such a thing, and he still sleeps when he should sleep every day.

However, after lying on the bed, Feng Qingyao felt that he was not sleepy, so he took out the "Thunder Scroll" and prepared to read the book for a while.

Although life in this world is very comfortable, there are still a few things that make Feng Qingyao feel uncomfortable. Lights at night are naturally one of them, and the flickering lights will inevitably give people a dim and flickering feeling.

Although for a congenital master, the brightness and darkness of light can actually not be regarded as a problem, but he is used to reading books under that bright light in his previous life, reading in such an environment still makes Feng Qingyao a little uncomfortable, and his thoughts enter his inner world as soon as he moves, ready to read in the inner world.

The furnace spirit, who was bored walking around in Feng Qingyao's inner world, was really happy when he saw Feng Qingyao suddenly appear in front of him with a thunder scroll, thinking that Feng Qingyao must have something he didn't understand when he was watching the thunder scroll, so he wanted to ask himself. hurriedly put on a look of a fairy wind dao bone master, waiting for Feng Qingyao to come and ask himself.

"Hahaha! I've finally waited for this day, and this kid Feng Qingyao has finally come to ask himself. I'll just say, how can he understand everything, and never encounter a problem that can stump him. Now that he's finally coming to ask me, I'm going to let him know how good my old man is, and how wrong he was before. ”

The furnace spirit laughed in his heart, and waited for Feng Qingyao to come and ask him for advice. But I didn't expect Feng Qingyao to turn a blind eye to him after he came in, as if he didn't see it, and randomly found a place to sit there and start reading.

"Uh...... What's going on? He's not here to ask me?" the furnace spirit, who felt deeply frustrated, looked at Feng Qingyao with a disappointed expression and thought.

Feng Qingyao sat there motionless and read, while the furnace spirit kept praying to Dao Ancestor, praying that Feng Qingyao would encounter something he couldn't understand, and then come to humbly ask himself. But after waiting for a long time, Feng Qingyao has not moved.