Three days have passed in a blink of an eye, and Yue Xiaofei's storytelling sign has become louder and louder. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that Yue Xiaofei has created a precedent for the transformation of the form of storytelling in this world, so in terms of remuneration alone, it is natural to earn a lot of money.

This **** was still talking on the stage, and he had just finished a climax, so he stopped his mouth and let the audience below digest it, and he drank tea as usual to moisten his throat, and sighed secretly, the grade of this tea has improved a lot compared to a few days ago, which also reflects the improvement of his identity.

Looking at the faithful listening below, and drinking the mellow tea, he should have felt comfortable physically and mentally, but unexpectedly, from the beginning to the present today, he always felt uncomfortable for some reason.

"Why do you feel a chill behind this?"

Yue Xiaofei was talking to himself, and suddenly a shopkeeper bent over and handed over a note, and then retreated.

"Who handed me a small note, it's not cheating on exams, it's not a love letter from an admirer, hehehe. ”

He laughed at himself, unfolded the note and saw the few words in the book, but he couldn't laugh anymore, suppressed the urge to look back at the back upstairs, and continued to speak quietly, still maintaining the same level, and the people in the audience naturally listened very satisfied.

As usual, Yue Xiaofei took the case, still greeted the audience and walked upstairs, quickly returned to the original wing, turned around and closed the door in one go, breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at Li Mu and Lin Rusheng sitting in the room, raised his hand to reveal the note he had been holding in his hand, and asked.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, this is for Li Gongzi. Lin Rusheng said and shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't be surprised, do you remember the white-faced scholar who was buried by you in the inn last time?" Li Mu didn't wait for Yue Xiaofei to speak next, and asked first.

"That little white face, what does it have to do with these words?" Yue Xiaofei sat down at the table and slapped the note in his hand on the table.

There were a few scribbled ink characters written on it - the Dark Sword Hanging Beam.

"Damn, whose words are these, if it weren't for the master's eyesight and a lot of books to read, I wouldn't be able to recognize these words. In addition to doubts, Yue Xiaofei didn't forget to spit out the scribbled handwriting.

"This is what I wrote, and the words are not the point, the point is that little white face. Li Mu had a black line on his face, obviously very dissatisfied with Yue Xiaofei's complaining about his handwriting.

"What's wrong with the little white face, you are also a little white face, so you are a dark sword hanging beam by our side, forget it, you continue to say that I won't interrupt. The more Yue Xiaofei spoke, the more he found that Li Mu had the urge to get angry, so he quickly changed his words and didn't dare to talk about it anymore, for fear that when Li Mu really did it later, he wouldn't be able to resist it.

"How poor are you?" Li Mu had a dark face, and his knuckles knocked on the armrest of the wooden bench.

"Don't make a fuss, I'm thinking about everyone's safety, and I have to guard against it when I go out. Yue Xiaofei's appearance suddenly became righteous and Ling Ran.

"Have you ever noticed a motif on the placket of the scholar's shirt from earlier?"

"What's the tattoo?," Yue Xiaofei rubbed his nose, shameless.

"I think it's like a chrysanthemum, right?" Lin Rusheng pondered.

"Poof, chrysanthemum ......" Yue Xiaofei's face made the two of them inexplicably indescribable, and he almost laughed.

"This is not a chrysanthemum, it is a kind of bouquet that opens in Yunzhou, this kind of flower blooms in winter, and thanks in spring, so the local people call this flower Cichun flower, the color of the flowers in ordinary winter is light, but the color of this flower is extremely heavy red, which is very peculiar. ”

"Then what does this have to do with that little white face, is it implying that he is very good at picking flowers?" Yue Xiaofei's words became more and more out of tune.

"Go out of that not funny joke, you finally got it right, this Cichun flower happens to be a symbol of a literary society, this literary society is called Cichun Literary Society. Li Mu opened his mouth indifferently, completely ignoring Yue Xiaofei's incessant poor mouth.

"It's just a study group, and I thought it was a big deal, and it scared me. Yue Xiaofei stuffed a piece of pastry into the drunkenness, and said nonchalantly.

Just kidding, in the words of the previous life, it is a group of melancholy literary and artistic little freshness who moaned without illness, where would Yue Xiaofei be afraid.

"This literary club sounds very ordinary, and it may not have much weight, but the weight of the people in this literary club is not ordinary. ”

"Huh?" Yue Xiaofei suddenly realized that he had vomited a little early, and he was a little high.

"The people in this literary society are all the heirs of the most powerful and wealthy families in the country, so this ordinary literary society has a backstage power that ordinary officials do not have. ”

Li Mu said lightly, and Yue Xiaofei's expression suddenly became a little exciting.

"So, ...... little white face?"

"I went to investigate it later, and although I only knew his name, I vaguely remembered such a person. ”

"Who is he?"

"His name is Chen Yuzhi, the second son of the Sanzhou General Division, I also heard my father say it before, so I probably have an impression. ”

“..... Wait a while, I'm not very familiar with your messy official position, so can you explain to me, as the second generation of officials, who is more powerful between you and him?" Yue Xiaofei felt a little dazed, and felt that there was a faint feeling that a stick was hanging on his head and was about to be smashed down.

"Oh, probably one of the directors in his house can call me around. It was rare that Li Mu was not dissatisfied because he had fallen into a disadvantage, but said it with a smile and without care.

After all, the stick was still hit, and Yue Xiaofei was a little dizzy, and then he cried and lost his face.

"Why did I encounter this kind of thing, where do you think I am reasonable?"

Yue Xiaofei complained in his heart, sighed uncontrollably, and then reluctantly got up and planned to leave.

"What are you doing here?" Lin Rusheng hurriedly asked.

"What else can I do, check out and leave, otherwise wait for others to come and trouble me?" Yue Xiaofei meant that thirty-six plans were the best.

"I think it's over now that you said you're leaving, haven't you already read the note I gave you just now?" Li Mu's voice with a smile came, and Yue Xiaofei stopped.

"Just now, there were no less than five people downstairs wearing this person with a spring pattern to watch you, you said you still have a chance to leave this?"

"Five, isn't it? When did those rich kids get so bored to spy on me?" Yue Xiaofei was shocked.

"What rich kid?"

"Doesn't it mean that those who join that literary society are either rich or powerful?

"Are you really afraid of being confused, the clothes are dead and the people are alive, can't you find someone else to wear clothes with ornaments instead?" Li Mu was helpless.

"Then what does this mean, scaring people?" Yue Xiaofei was close to collapsing.

"No, I mean ....."

Li Mu's two fingers bent, first thinking only of his own gaze, and then only thinking of Yue Xiaofei, who was full of bitterness.

"I've got my eye on you. ”