The first Qi Ling is a beauty [Rebirth]

The inn clerk looked around and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you still have the bag?"

He wants to pack, where is there any spare money.

"No more."

Ning Yin flicked his sleeves and left, Ji Jiang quickly took up his sword and chased after him.

"Senior Ning, are you angry?" Ji Jiang asked cautiously.

Ning Yin walked faster and faster, he wasn't angry at all, it's just that he felt weak without a big pool to bathe in, so he came out to blow some air.

"No."

Ji Jiang followed quickly, peeking at him aggrievedly, "Don't worry, senior Ning, I will find a way to make money."

Ning Yin was so focused on thinking about ways to make money that he didn't even bother to talk to him. He never expected a brat to make any money.He himself is used to life in the royal palace, and he has attendants to take care of his daily life, so he has never paid much attention to this aspect.Now that he was reborn in this life, he suddenly had to think about making a living, and he was really not used to it.

The two walked to a teahouse, and they could hear the storyteller's resonant voice from the door.Seeing Ning Yin turned into the teahouse sullenly, Ji Jiang hurriedly followed him.

When Xiaoer saw the two, his eyes lit up, and he immediately greeted them, "Are the two young masters sitting in the lobby or in the private room?"

Ji Jiang took a look and found that the lobby was almost full of seats, leaving only a few seats in the corner.

"The elegant room."

Xiao Er bowed his waist and said, "Come on, you two come with me."

The two were led to the private room on the second floor, just able to face the storyteller on the stage, and they could have a panoramic view of the scene in the lobby when they lowered their heads.

"What do you two want?"

"A pot of clear tea." Ji Jiang looked at Ning Yin, "What sweet tea do you have?"

"Master Hui, we have pineapple cakes here."

Ji Jiang took out his silver taels, "Well, add a plate of pineapple cake."

"Okay, you can wait later."

As soon as the tea and snacks were served, Ji Jiang consciously took Xiao Er's work, poured the tea and put it in front of Ning Yin, and then pushed the snacks here.

"Senior Ning, try it."

Ning Yin picked up a piece of pineapple cake, took a bite, and said without thinking, "It's not as delicious as yours."

Not sweet enough.

When Ji Jiang heard the words, he suddenly rejoiced and said, "Eating outside is not as good as cooking it yourself. I will cook it for Senior Ning when I have a chance."

At this moment, there was a burst of applause from downstairs, and Ning Yin was attracted, and saw the storyteller on the stage holding a folding fan, beating his palms regularly, and turning around on the stage, as if to greet the audience below the stage. Customers are welcome.

"Did the Taoist priest and the scholar get together in the end?" A strong man raised his voice and asked.

The storyteller shook his head and played tricks, "This Taoist priest has strict sect rules and is responsible for the common people in the world. How can he break through everything and stay with a man so easily. But when the elders of the scholar's family learned about this, they told him about it in the mansion. Don't go out. The two people are separated from each other, but they can't meet each other if they have each other in their hearts."

Hearing this, another audience member immediately interjected, "The final ending is separation?"

The storyteller shook the folding fan, "Hey, it's not over yet, if you want to know what's going to happen, please listen to the next chapter to break it down."

"Why the next time, this story has been told for nine days and I haven't finished it yet."

"That's right, there's only one final ending left, so you don't have to keep your buttons when you're a storyteller."

One person said that there are more and more people who agree one after another, and every word you say is urging him to continue.

After returning to the case, the storyteller seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and said calmly, "It's the rule of our business to keep buttons, and that's what we rely on for a living. If you are too impatient and want to know the ending, you can go to the market and talk about it." I bought the book, two volumes, titled Duoqingan, Mr. Qing's original work, thank you for your support, everyone, see you in three days." After finishing speaking, he lifted the curtain and went backstage.

Not long after, the stage was replaced by a couple singing ditties.Ning Yin was still in a daze holding the teacup in his hand, and didn't take half a sip.

"Senior Ning, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Yin coughed, "It's nothing."

What the storyteller was talking about was actually a storybook. In his last life, he kept it under the bed in his bedroom to peek at it. Can it be used as a storyteller now?

Ning Yin thought for a moment and called the waiter in the teahouse. After asking, he found out that the storyteller was specialized in speech books and had a well-known name in Jiangtang Town.All the guests who came to the teahouse knew him, and many even came to drink tea to listen to his stories.

Speaking of scripts, he read a lot in his last life. There is nothing he hasn't read.It is said that reading [-] volumes is like writing with spirit, and it was all to pass the time at that time, but I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

"Do you know where the phonebooks are collected in Jiangtang Town?" Ning Yin asked casually.

"Go out of our door and go north, pass through the longest street in the middle, and there is a book store in a deep alley."

Ning Yin raised her lower lip when she heard the sound, "Thank you."

Chasing monsters at night, catching up on sleep in the morning, and writing notebooks in the afternoon, I have done it before.

So every afternoon, Ning Yin spent some time in his room writing stories. In order to prevent Ji Jiang from finding out what he was writing, he often had to close the door so that no one would disturb him.

Finally he compiled more than a dozen pages of the manuscript into a book, and after spending Ji Jiang out to buy some snacks, Ning Yin found the bookstore that Xiaoer had mentioned with the manuscript in his arms.

The front of the shop is very inconspicuous, and there is a wooden sign in front of the door, which says Biyuan Bookstore.

After Ning Yin entered the door, a young man immediately greeted him, "My lord, do you want to buy books?"

Ning Yin took out the booklet and slapped it on the table, "I heard that you receive scripts here, but I have one here."

Hearing this, the boy nodded cleverly, "You can wait a little while, let the boss come out."

After a while, an elderly gentleman walked out from behind the bead curtain.

"I've met this young master, and I heard that you have a notebook?"

Ning Yin raised her eyes and glanced at the table, "Look at the price."

The owner of the bookstore picked up the booklet, glanced at the name on the title page, and then said, "Our novel is 20 taels a piece, and the short story is [-] taels a piece. Young Master, this is a short story."

Ning Yin stretched out ten fingers and tapped on the edge of the table, "100 taels."

The owner of the bookstore smiled, "I saw that this is the first time for you to come here. Even if you are well-known, Mr. Ben is only 80 taels of a copy."

"I can guarantee that the money you will earn later will be more than what you paid today."

Hearing that Ning Yin said so firmly, the owner of the bookstore shook his head, not paying attention, and opened the first page casually.

Ning Yin looked at him page by page, and he had already made up his mind.

"it is good!"

When the owner of the bookstore raised his head, he had already lost sight of Cai Cai's contempt, "100 taels, just 100 taels, come here, and get the silver taels for the young master."

When going out, the owner of the bookstore personally sent it to the door, "Young Master, if you have a good work, don't forget about our bookstore."

Ning Yin took the silver and didn't keep it for a while. He was just trying to make a living temporarily, and he didn't stay in Jiangtang Town forever.

He walked through Beishi alone, and saw a small stall selling jade ornaments on the street, but only took a second look, and the stall owner hurriedly put down the half-eaten noodle soup and came out to greet business.

"My lord, what do you want to see? We have all high-quality jade, jade pendants, jade huang, jade hairpins, we have everything you want."

Ning Yin's eyes fell on a piece of red jade sword tassel, "How much is this?"

"Master, you have a good eye. Ruby is a rare commodity. It is much more expensive than other jadeites. Our price is definitely a conscience price, only 20 taels of silver."

Ning Yin picked up the tassel of the sword and looked at it carefully over and over again, thinking that that kid Ji Jiang's sword was short of a tassel of sword, so it was just for him to add it.

"That's it."

As soon as Ning Yin took Jiansui, when she turned around, it suddenly started to rain.

The rain is not heavy, but lingering.Although it is not enough to drench people into drowned chickens, it is inevitable to soak clothes.

Pedestrians in the market came and went in a hurry, and some temporarily hid under the eaves of the shops on the street in order to avoid the rain.

Ning Yin didn't take this light rain to heart, and continued to walk towards the inn. After walking for a while, she suddenly saw a familiar white figure running towards her in the distance.

Holding the oil-paper umbrella in one hand and the oil-paper bag in the other, Ji Jiang trotted to Ning Yin.

"Ning, senior Ning, I'll pick you up."

Seeing his panting appearance, Ning Yin was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "How do you know I'm here?"

"I don't know either." Ning Yinhan said with a smile, "I went back to the inn and saw that you were not there, and then I learned that it was raining outside, so I thought you must not have an umbrella. I searched several streets and finally found it. .”

Ning Yin raised her head and glanced at the oil-paper umbrella covering her head.

This silly boy actually came to him from street to street. Didn't he know that he wouldn't get sick even if he got wet in the rain?

"Let's go back."

Ji Jiang held up his umbrella and walked side by side with him, "Okay."

That afternoon, the springs and pools of the inn were all taken over by Ning Yin, and Ji Jiang stood guard at the door holding the Longyuan sword, like a door god.

Ning Yin took a comfortable bath in the pool, Jiaowei casually swayed back and forth in the pool, feeling good.

Ning Yin swam to the edge of the pool, propped her arms on the edge, closed her eyes, and began to rest her mind.

After about a stick of incense, I suddenly heard Ji Jiang's voice outside the door.

"Senior Ning, have you finished washing?"

After a while without a response, the door was slowly pushed open, Ji Jiang poked his probe inside, and then walked in quietly.

"Senior Ning?"

When Ji Jiang saw the person lying by the pool, two blushes suddenly appeared on his face, and he swallowed nervously.

His gaze moved down slowly, sliding over the dragon tail on the other side.

"Senior Ning?"

He yelled again, but Ning Yin still didn't open his eyes.

The dragon's tail was wet with water, slightly shining with scales.As if bewitched, Ji Jiang stretched out his hand and gently stroked Jiaowei.

The hand was smooth and cool, Ji Jiang seemed to be addicted, he rubbed his thumb slowly, unable to put it down.

Suddenly, the dragon's tail flicked, and Ji Jiang was startled, hurriedly withdrew his hand, and turned his head to look at the sleeping person.

After waiting for a while, Ning Yin slowly opened his eyes.

"Senior Ning, I'm... I'm coming in..." Ji Jiang stumbled and didn't know what to say for a long time.

Ning Yin stared at him until he didn't know where to put his hands.

The author has something to say: two major hobbies, eating sweets and taking a bath, are indispensable, and the rankings are in no particular order.

Today is another day for Jiang Bao's idiot~

See you on Sunday night~