Shang Rongyu finally walked to the tea stall, two meters away, and stopped.

One sword and one sword are separated by one and a half meters, and are arranged in the left and right.

Two feet apart, the shadow of the tea shed is still at your feet. For an ordinary person, this distance is already a bit far away.

But for a practitioner or even a master, this distance can be said to be very close.

When they are close enough to see the changes in their eyes and expressions, they must be nervous when they are close enough to each other, because they can't tell when the person on the other side will attack and take the lead.

It's quiet, and the wind doesn't seem to pass by at this time.

The guests who were drinking tea at the tea stall were also silent. The scholar who was originally joking lowered his head silently, just looking at the teacup. The old man held the teacup in both hands, and the cold colored porcelain was revealed between his fingers. The little girl with paper flowers had already put away the scissors, but her fingers gently tugged the piece of paper.

The beggar-like man sitting by the wall shrugged his shoulders and moved his body, as if he had jumped on a flea.

But all of this, with silence, the energy between the fields has changed.

It is like the wind and clouds before the rain, which is depressing and makes people feel palpitations.

There is obviously no one talking, and no one showing hostility, but the sudden feeling of disgust that suddenly arises in people's hearts is lingering and becomes clearer.

Yi Xuechou's hands were tightly clamped under the table, and a dagger was held tightly by her, and her knuckles turned white.

This is Zhen Qing's dagger. At this time, it seems that only it can make her feel at ease and feel short-term.

Jin Ying's expression was also heavy. Among the people who appeared in the field, except Shang Rongyu, he only knew one, that was the woman standing in front of the rouge shop and looking in the mirror.

Jiang Hongling is Luowang's commander in charge of Liang State affairs.

Jin Ying once worked under the other party. Even though he became a monk halfway through, he was still impressed by this woman's methods.

Or, it's fear.

Fu Yinshuang didn't feel anything. In her heart, she still felt confident. Although it might not be a big deal for her identity in Liangzhou Bloody Hall, she was not a low status when she was in Dongchang.

Therefore, she had met Jiang Hongling when she was working in Liang State, and the two of them were not unrelated. Because they were both women, they inevitably had competition when they were doing things, which was also part of the conflict between Dongchang and Luowang.

But Fu Yinshuang didn't care, because she knew who Jiang Hongling was and how he knew the other party's martial arts. It can even be said that among them, there was probably only one person who could beat her.

Fu Yinshuang looked to one side, and the other party was still calm, as if she didn't care about everything here, no matter who was coming.

Her heart was infected and she let go of her worries.

...

"Don't you invite me in for a cup of tea?" Shang Rongyu asked with a slight smile.

For them, there is no such statement as "Opening first means showing timidity and lack of confidence" or "Opening first means losing response or opportunity".

It’s not profound or profound, it’s just that it’s not necessary.

Whether it is a fraud or a truth can be seen by a look or an action, because it may be done by the other party on purpose, just to ask you to take action first.

They all have a purpose, and they are all for that token, and they are not as strong as to break up and beat them to death. Therefore, once they take action and lose face, if they don’t simply get rid of the other party, then there is no need to talk about this matter and there is no shame to talk about it again.

Face is something to be given, and it is also something to be given to each other. At least this is the case now, when it is difficult to tell whether it is true or not.

"Please." Yuqin looked at her and said lightly.

Shang Rongyu's eyes flashed slightly and he smiled.

This is the inherent attitude of the two when they met before. One always smiled, like the spring breeze, without falsehood, but it also made people unable to feel sincerity. The other is cold, as if it was born aloof, but there was also an indescribable gloom that made people feel inaccessible.

No one has changed.

Shang Rongyu was confident and calm in her heart, and she was not sure if the other party was the same.

So, she raised her foot and walked into the tea shed.

The old man who sold tea couldn't find anyone at some point. The water was sitting on the stove, but it had not yet boiled. In a simple place, he sat down with people who were as beautiful as flowers and jade.

They didn't go in with one sword or another, and they stood outside the tea shed without stepping into the shadow.

The sun is a little high, the sun is very bright and bright.

Jiang Hongling yawned, pinned the small mirror around her waist, and looked here. Her eyes swept across the faces of the people in the tea shed without stopping at all.

"Now, should I call you Lord Qianhu or Brother Yan?" Shang Rongyu asked.

Yuqin spoke, "It's up to you."

There seemed to be a flash of light in Shangrong Fish's eyes.

She knew very well that what she was in front of her was a confident and conceited and powerful person. He seemed to care about anything and was often cold in his words, but it did not mean that he was a person who cherished words.

Although they didn't have much contact, based on the previous meetings, the other party shouldn't have said these two words at this time. This made Shang Rongyu's heart move and illuminate.

So, there was also light and shadow in her eyes.

They were not on the same tea table, but they were facing each other by two steps. Therefore, Shang Rongyu's eyes changed, even if only for a moment, and still fell into the eyes of Fu Yinshuang and others.

That was a little bit like this, and there was some concealment of murderous intent.

This made their hearts sink.

But they knew that the people on the other side were observing, so they had to take a calmer attitude.

But this is precisely a manifestation of lack of confidence.

The three scholars poured tea, and the tea fell from the pot, making a bubble sound. The little girl pulled the paper sheet a little louder. The two people by the wall seemed to straighten their bodies.

Yi Xue's cold sweat fell from her forehead.

At this time, Yuqin asked, "Is Yun Gechang dead?"

Shang Rongyu's eyelashes trembled, obviously, because he was a little surprised to speak to her.

However, she said, "Not bad."

After saying this, she remembered her anger last night because the other party killed the housekeeper early, making her unable to know how to open the secret key.

Thinking of this, Shang Rongyu still had anger.

But just as soon as she felt angry, she suddenly came back to her senses and then looked at the opposite side with a bad look.

But before she could say anything, Yuqin nodded and said, "What a pity."

Shang Rongyu didn't ask what a pity.

But someone asked.

"What a pity?" This is the old man holding tea.

At this time, he no longer stared at the paper flowers in the little girl's hand, but looked at this side. His voice was a bit thick, but his voice was not loud. It gave people a heavy feeling, as if he was really a hard-working old man.

After he spoke, Shang Rongyu narrowed his eyes.

She knew the other party’s identity and the relationship between the other party and Yun Gechang, but she unexpectedly said that the other party would answer, especially when she was not speaking.
Chapter completed!