Brother, this showman

Afterwards, Guo Fugui talked in bits and pieces about what should be paid attention to when getting married, which made Ye Wenqing's head grow dizzy. He made several excuses and wanted to leave, but Guo Fugui pulled him back as soon as he stepped out of the threshold.

"call!"

For the fifth time, Ye Wenqing was finally able to walk out of the Guo Mansion, looking up at the sky and sighing.

"It's still yours." Ye Wenqing glanced at Feng Lianchen, who was hiding aside and suppressed a smile, "I knew it would be you instead."

Feng Lianchen coughed lightly, and said sternly: "Senior brother, those who are capable work hard, how can I compare them?"

"Okay." Ye Wenqing fumbled for the folding fan in his sleeve, "I've heard similar words countless times, and I'm tired of hearing them."

"Go back to the inn and see what that kid Song Shiwen is doing. There is still something to tell him to do." Ye Wenqing shook his folding fan lightly, and walked leisurely forward.

The inn at this time can be regarded as very lively, the hall is surrounded by water, and everyone's faces are full of anticipation.

"Heroes, heroes, come, eat some melon seeds, or green tea flavor."

"Heroes, heroes, come, eat a piece of wax gourd candy."

"Heroes, heroes, come, let's have a toast."

"Heroes, heroes, do you still need someone to serve you? Washing and cooking, warming the bed and making the quilt, I can do it all."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of meaningful laughter in the crowd.

Song Jihua held the melon seeds in one hand, and the winter melon candy in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Everyone is too polite, what more stories do you want to hear? Although I am not talented, fortunately, I have traveled all over the world for many years, so I can be regarded as well-informed." .”

Ye Wenqing couldn't see the scene inside clearly, so he could only ask a man lying on the doorframe next to him: "Brother, I don't know there are so many people around, but what happened?"

The man was engrossed in listening to the story inside, and was startled by Ye Wenqing's sudden voice, his expression turned ugly: "Telling a story."

"The storyteller is inside?" Ye Wenqing raised his eyebrows curiously.

"No." The man shook his head, "It's a well-informed rivers and lakes ranger. I just told a particularly wonderful story, that is, the spider spirit and the bun spirit fought for three hundred rounds for a flower, and finally angered the emperor. story."

As soon as the man told this story, he immediately got excited and began to say vividly: "Don't think I'm joking, everything in the world has animism, and there are so many new and strange things that I haven't heard of."

"It is rumored that in a deep mountain named Meiyou, there is a spider spirit who has cultivated for 300 years. He fell in love with a flower, but he knew that he was born ugly and dared not approach it, so he guarded it day and night. On one day, A steamed stuffed bun appeared, and he was also attracted by this beautiful flower, so he tore himself in two."

"Then the stuffing was exposed?" Ye Wenqing couldn't help laughing, "Is it meat stuffing or vegetarian stuffing?"

Man: "...can you listen to me seriously?"

Ye Wenqing couldn't hold back anymore, so he could only pull Feng Lianchen over, put his head on his shoulder, and said in a trembling voice, "Go ahead."

The man was a little displeased, but it was even more suffocating if he didn't say anything in the middle of the story, so he could only continue: "Just when the steamed stuffed bun was about to pick the flowers, it was stopped by the spider. The steamed stuffed bun was dissatisfied with the spider They fought, and the fight was so dark that it was impossible to fight. In the end, the emperor angered the two of them and demoted them into two flowers, right next to a flower. But the flower they were fighting for turned into a single flower. The pig circled around the two of them, and finally kicked them away with mud."

"This story is so sad." The man raised his sleeve and wiped the corner of his eyes, "That flower is really heartless."

Ye Wenqing hugged Feng Lianchen instead, buried his face in his chest, he was out of breath from laughing, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

"This young master..." The man looked at Ye Wenqing's trembling body, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

Feng Lianchen also choked back his laughter, but fortunately he was able to hold back, and said expressionlessly: "My brother can't hear such a sad story, I made my elder brother laugh."

The man took it for granted, sighed, and felt a sense of sympathy: "Young master is also a passionate person."

"Yeah." Feng Lianchen nodded absently, helped Ye Wenqing open a gap and walked in.

Finally squeezed in, Ye Wenqing had had enough of laughing, and retreated from Feng Lianchen's arms, his eyes happened to meet Song Jihua who was surrounded by the crowd, he paused first, and then laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha! "

Song Jihua was stunned, staring blankly at Ye Wenqing, not knowing how to react.

The people around were dissatisfied with Song Jihua's sudden stop, so they urged: "Hero, continue to talk, did the Butterfly spirit save the Baozi spirit in the end?"

"I don't think so. Baozi Jing was bullied by that flowery pig. If Butterfly likes Baozijing, no matter how you say it, she will fight with that flowery pig." One person disapproved.

"I think the butterfly spirit will be with the flower pig, and then the spider spirit will be with the steamed stuffed bun." Another person touched his chin and said.

Everyone expressed their opinions in twos and threes, Song Jihua was in a state of inconsistency now, it was very embarrassing.

Ye Wenqing stopped laughing, gave Song Jihua a look, and then went up to the second floor.

I don't know what method Song Jihua used to get out, and it didn't take long to enter Ye Wenqing's room, and he froze as soon as he took one foot.

Ye Wenqing just drank tea and didn't pay attention, his tongue was burned. Feng Lianchen was pinching his chin, lowering his head and blowing into his mouth.

The scene is extremely ambiguous.

"Brother Wenqing, are you planning to double cultivate?" Song Jihua murmured.

Feng Lianchen's hands froze when he heard the words, and panic flashed across his eyes: "No...no, I misunderstood, brother's mouth hurts."

Ye Wenqing also came to his senses, gently pushed Feng Lianchen, and calmly changed the subject: "Did Baozi Jing end up with that Butterfly Jing?"

"Actually, I also think that Baozi Jing and Spider Jing are better together." Ye Wenqing clicked his tongue, "Love each other and kill each other, sadomasochistic love. When Baozi Jing gets upset, he tears himself in half, then wraps up Spider Jing, It’s also a meat bun.”

Now it was Song Jihua's turn to blush: "I was so bored with that, so I just made some nonsense, but the more I talked, the more I couldn't stop."

"We can think about developing this in the future." Ye Wenqing teased, "If you become a storyteller, you can also earn money to pay back my junior."

Song Jihua: "...I'm afraid that my master will beat me."

"I'll beat you if you don't pay the money." Ye Wenqing smiled.

Song Jihua: "..."

Are afraid.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Ye Wenqing changed the subject, "Go out with me tonight."

"Where are you going?" Song Jihua asked, "Shouldn't you be getting married now?"

"Goddess Temple." Ye Wenqing said, pointing to Feng Lianchen, "The bridegroom is here, so what should I do to get married? Can I sit in his arms?"

"Are you still going to worship Goddess?" Song Jihua was surprised, looked at Feng Lianchen beside him, with a complicated expression, "Haven't you been there before? Do you want to worship again? Is it possible that you still have to pray for her to bless you both forever and ever?" together?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Wenqing frowned, "If you keep yelling, I'll throw you out!"

Song Jihua subconsciously covered her mouth, her eyes wandered back and forth between the two, and she looked at Ye Wenqing more accusingly.How big is this Lianchen, to be accepted by this old bastard like this, and asked to only be with him forever, it is really miserable.

The night came quietly, the dark sky was dotted with a few stars, the lanterns on the street lit up one after another, but there were very few pedestrians.

The north wind howled and shuttled on the long street, carrying dust and persuaded three or two pedestrians to go home.

Ye Wenqing stretched out his hand in the air, and a golden butterfly fluttered and landed on his fingertips.

"What's wrong?" Song Jihua asked in a low voice, holding on to the fence with one hand, his face was wrapped in a black scarf, and only a pair of round eyes were exposed.

"There is a change." Feng Lianchen whispered, looking at the brightly lit hall, "Goddess statue?"

"No." Ye Wenqing shook his head, "It's Yun Qing."

"Yun Qing?" Song Jihua was confused, "Who is it?"

"The gatekeeper of the Goddess Temple." Ye Wenqing left a sentence, jumped up, and flitted into the wall.

Feng Lianchen followed closely behind.

Song Jihua was afraid of being delayed, so he immediately followed.

The hall was silent, and the face of the Goddess was slightly hazy under the light of the candle, and the dark eyes shone with faint light.

Ye Wenqing stared at the scroll in her hand again, there was a bit of ink stain on the exposed corner of the scroll, which was slightly different from what he saw during the day.

"Brother, it's changed." Feng Lianchen walked to Ye Wenqing's side and said in a low voice.

Ye Wenqing thought Feng Lianchen was talking about extra ink stains, and was about to agree, but he didn't want Feng Lianchen to continue: "The color of the scroll has changed."

"It was blue when I saw it during the day, but now it's black. It's not a candle problem."

After Feng Lianchen finished speaking, the talisman ignited on his fingertips, and the golden light flashed away.

At the same time, footsteps sounded in the hall, and Ye Wenqing immediately pulled Feng Lianchen to hide behind a stone pillar on one side, and even kicked Song Jihua who had just stepped in.

The three of them held their breath and concentrated, sticking behind the stone pillar, looking for the source of the sound.

"Self-touch thirteen, hahahaha! Give me money!"

"Fuck you! I'm such a good card, I'll clean it up for you!"

"Hey, Her Royal Highness, can you sponsor me a little bit! It was all won by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince alone!"

"Arguing! Stop yelling and don't come! The prince is too lazy to play with you!"

As soon as the voice came out, the hall fell into silence.

The three looked at each other, all speechless.

The table flag under the long table where the offerings were placed trembled slightly, and the sound was clearly that of a person choking his throat and pretending to make various sounds.

Immediately afterwards, the table flag was lifted from bottom to top, and a black figure emerged, it was Yun Qing.

At this moment, Yun Qing was blushing and furious, holding mahjong in his arms, some fell to the ground, and kicked it away, cursing.

Ye Wenqing: "..."

It's amazing how much fun one person can have.

Song Jihua: "..."

Is there something wrong with this person's brain?

Feng Lianchen: "..."

It's good enough to play money alone.

Yun Qing stood up straight, looked at the Goddess statue, his eyes widened immediately, and then wept loudly: "Goddess Empress!"