35. Miss Bingtang's First Flutter of Innocence

"Hmph, what else? You don't actually plan to marry him, do you? Our Mu Family is a prominent family in Chongming City. You, from a small county town, shouldn't you know your place? Are you even worthy of him?"

Mo Qingyu snorted coldly, no longer paying attention to Zhao Ping, and then followed him away.

"What the hell is that?!"

Zhao Ping picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp, then slammed it down with a loud thud. He was determined not to give in.

His expression was serious, and his dark, grape-like eyes held a hint of sorrow.

However, when that illusory image flashed through his mind again, Zhao Ping's resolve only grew stronger.

"Astral Mark Girl yyds!!"

Dusk

Ling Feng had already strolled around the Ancient City Street and, from the bottom of his heart, felt that the local customs were very good, harmonious and simple. Although there were a few peculiar individuals, overall they did not have much of an impact.

After Ling Luoluo and the others finished getting ready, Su Xiaoxiao took her out to play as well. Ling Feng met them along the way. After hearing that Ling Feng was going to listen to storytelling, Su Xiaoxiao took Ling Luoluo to play in the bustling city first.

Ling Feng ignored them. How could two little girls, who were on vacation, possibly want to quietly listen to someone read a book?

On the contrary, Ling Feng would find it suspicious if both of them wanted to go listen to the storytelling with him.

Ling Feng enjoys reading and listening to novels, learning more about interesting stories, and discussing them with others!

In Chongming City, there is a very popular profession. "Storyteller!"

The first teahouse in Chongming City, "Moonwatch," is located in the center of the city. It is quite large, with carved eaves reflecting the sun, painted beams soaring like clouds, green balustrades connecting to the windows, and emerald curtains hanging high above the doors and windows.

Because the teahouse was crowded with tourists, Ling Feng simply found another teahouse nearby.

Teahouses, tea rooms, tea stalls, and tea sheds are everywhere in the city, winding their way through the city, providing passersby with places to quench their thirst, rest, and chat. They can talk about the past and present, gossip, or discuss business and private matters.

The teahouse has a comfortable and pleasant environment with simple and elegant decor. Cups and bowls of tea, whether delicate or coarse, are served to each person, steaming hot and fragrant. Without a word, they can soothe the dust of the journey and nourish the tired body and mind.

Ling Feng casually ordered a cup of oolong tea and chose a corner seat. This spot was less crowded, and Ling Feng preferred quiet, so he chose it.

At the table next to him sat another person, but that person was dressed in a black robe, giving off the air of a chivalrous swordsman, and surprisingly, he even looked somewhat handsome?

Ling Feng didn't pay much attention. If this happened outside, unless it was cosplay, it would definitely be someone who was bored and pretending to be a chivalrous hero or a swordsman!

Meanwhile, a storyteller was performing on the stage, his words a veritable world of martial arts.

After a few simple preparations, once the audience gathered around, it felt as if their internal organs had been ironed smooth, and every part of them was perfectly aligned, as if they had eaten a ginseng fruit; the story was told with remarkable vividness.

He shakes his head, gestures wildly, laughs and curses, and makes exaggerated expressions. Sometimes he dresses as a man, and sometimes he strikes a blow with a gavel.

Ling Feng thought it was pretty good; it was very relatable, and the emotions were spot-on!

"Legend has it that the Emperor said this before setting out on his campaign!"

"F4 haven't eaten again!"

"Never let your hamster touch the permanent pool!"

His posture and expressions, based on the characters in the book, are vivid and lifelike. Sitting on a high stool, stroking his beard with both hands, and jumping up and down with his feet, he is constantly moving, perfectly capturing the atmosphere of a storyteller.

After the passage ended, the entire city erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Even Ling Feng was affected by the atmosphere around him.

Raising his teacup, Ling Feng gazed intently at the bright tea within, his heart as clear and pure as the tea itself.

Savoring tea is about having a calm mind. When it first enters your mouth, it may taste astringent, but as it slowly seeps into your throat, you can feel a refreshing aftertaste, sweet and delightful, giving you a sense of clarity. Gradually, you will naturally become immersed in the experience. But remember, drinking tea can also make you drunk!

He understood one principle.

Just as a cup of rich and fragrant tea will eventually lose its flavor, a deeply unforgettable relationship will eventually fade with the passage of time.

Therefore, we should always maintain our original mindset.

After taking a sip, the old storyteller twitched his long, white eyebrows that almost reached his eyes, smacked his lips, cleared his throat, and paced around a few times with his folding fan in hand. Only when many eyes in the teahouse were on him did he exhale Youyou begin his story. "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment!"

Ling Feng: "..."

Although many customers were still not satisfied, most were clearly used to it, so they just made a few complaints and sighed.

"Old Fang, it's been so long, will you be able to finish this book by tomorrow?"

At the tea table, a middle-aged man dressed in ancient Hanfu held a teacup, tapped the sandalwood table lightly with his fingers, and spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Fang, I feel like I can never hear enough of what you have to say. Look how much you've made us drool." At this moment, another person at the table chimed in.

"Once this book is finished, let's talk about that old book, 'The Maid Knight.' It's been so long that I've completely forgotten about it."

"Okay, okay..."

The storyteller, addressed as Mr. Fang, smiled and waved to the young man who had spoken, a smile on his face, before taking a sip of his tea.

Perfect for soothing your throat!

Ling Feng watched them talk with great interest. Although he himself hadn't had enough, the thought that he couldn't stay there forever made him feel a little regretful, like only being able to read half of a novel. o(╥╥)o

This is so disjointed and incoherent; it's really upsetting.

Thinking of the novels he had read and the vivid memories they contained, he suddenly felt that he could go and tell a couple of stories himself.

However, he immediately dismissed the thought as soon as it crossed his mind.

Let's start eliminating social ills, beginning with ourselves!

Chapter Thirty-Five: Miss Rock Candy, Still Naïve and Adorable

Just then, the figure in the black robe sitting at the next table suddenly stood up.

After removing the hood that came with the black robe and pulling it behind his back, the man finally revealed his face.

Because they were very close, Ling Feng naturally noticed that she was a teenage girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old.

I didn't expect her to be a girl with chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

The young girl was exceptionally beautiful, possessing a ethereal charm. Her skin was delicate, her expression relaxed, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks rosy with a smile, her words unspoken, and her breath sweet as orchids—she was indescribably gentle and lovely.

Although Ling Feng only glanced at her casually, he had to admit that the girl was indeed very beautiful, with a looks that would definitely be a 9.5 out of 10! She was almost as beautiful as Lan Yuxin! Both were top-tier beauties!

Moreover, this is without any makeup, filters, or beauty effects; she only wore light makeup, yet she was already so pure and beautiful.

The girl stepped forward, and immediately many people noticed her, their faces beaming with joy.

For some reason, Ling Feng felt it was a bit exaggerated. Maybe it was because he had seen too many beautiful women, so he had now developed a certain immunity to them.

It's very casual~

The well was still and calm.

"Haha, I didn't expect Miss Bing Tang to have time to come here today to listen to this old man's story."

When the storyteller, Old Fang, saw the girl, he was slightly taken aback for a moment, and then said with a touch of emotion.

"Grandpa Fang, what are you saying? Ling Xin grew up listening to your stories."

The young girl stepped forward and took the old storyteller's arm with a friendly smile. Her charming smile stunned the surrounding listeners.

However, some were not too surprised, since almost everyone living in Chongming City knew the girl in front of them.

"Miss Bing Tang is indeed as beautiful, charming, elegant, and dignified as the rumors say!" someone exclaimed from their seat.

"Miss Bing Tang is still as gentle and lovely as ever, she's so beautiful!"

A young man in an ancient robe bit his teacup tightly, his face full of sorrow, and said with a mixture of love and hate, "As for the hate? It's just the pain of not being able to see you often."

Most of the people at the first few tables stood up and crowded around, some even holding pens and yellow paper, ready to get autographs!

That's a bit of an exaggeration. In this place, she's practically a celebrity, right? No wonder she has to wear a black robe in broad daylight, Ling Feng thought.

After the black robe was slightly opened, Ling Feng clearly noticed that the girl was wearing a skirt, which seemed to be a white, knee-length pleated skirt, and a pair of clean white cloth shoes.

Ling Feng didn't know why he knew so much about these things now; perhaps it was because he had seen too much of it in the Destiny Sign Mall.

Without giving it much thought, and seeing that it was nearing dusk, he decided to leave.

Leaning against the door of the teahouse, watching the crowds come and go, Ling Feng still felt somewhat surreal. If he weren't fully conscious, he might really mistake this for an ancient marketplace.

It certainly has a unique charm compared to modern cities.

It's pretty good!

As Ling Feng was thinking this, he stepped over a threshold and was bumped into by someone who had just walked out from behind him!

Actually, Ling Feng was in a slightly awkward position just now. Who knew that he would bump into someone while he was just spacing out for a moment? The impact wasn't great; it was probably just a child.

Although Ling Feng made this guess, the person who bumped into Ling Feng didn't think so.

Bingtang Lingxin felt as if she had bumped into a wall, or rather, a soft wall! She was knocked so hard she almost fell, and more importantly, her nose was sore. Luckily, she managed to steady herself and didn't fall over, after all, she was a martial arts practitioner.

She thought this to herself, but she didn't intend to blame Ling Feng. There were two curtains by the door, but you could clearly see a pair of feet underneath. She could only blame herself for being too hasty and not paying attention, and for bumping into someone.

"Excuse me, sir."

Ling Feng: "..."

Ling Feng was a bit confused. He was the one who blocked the way first, so why was this person apologizing to him? Was he out of his mind?

The voice sounded like a woman's, and it even sounded somewhat familiar.

Finally, when the person walked out from behind the curtain, Ling Feng was able to see her clearly. The first thing he saw was a fair and delicate face, which was now filled with melancholy.

It was that Miss Rock Candy from just now!

"Okay," Ling Feng replied calmly.

His tone was indifferent and bland, very ordinary and unremarkable, and he accepted the apology very readily! He didn't follow the usual script and say things like "it's okay" at all!

"Ah?"

Upon hearing what Ling Feng said, Bingtang Lingxin was completely dumbfounded!

She thought Ling Feng would at least be somewhat moved when he saw her; at least so far, almost everyone who met her had been, or at least out of politeness, would respond with a "It's okay," right?

Bingtang Lingxin had never met someone like Ling Feng before. Although she was a well-known, elegant, and dignified young lady in Chongming City, she sometimes struggled to handle him, but she still tried to comfort him gently.

Faced with this boy who seemed too lazy to even glance at her, Bingtang Lingxin suddenly felt a little annoyed, but she concealed it well and didn't show it at all.

With her captivating smile, even a beggar dog on the street would fall for her instantly!

Her confidence returned somewhat, and she glanced at Ling Feng again with her clear, bright eyes.

"Is there anything else, sir? If not, I..."

"Oh, please make yourself at home."

Ling Feng felt a bit bored, glanced at the time on his phone, and immediately interrupted Bingtang Lingxin.

Then...

He actually prepared to leave as if nothing had happened!

"You..."

"..."

Watching Ling Feng's departing figure, Bingtang Lingxin felt a little aggrieved for some reason, her delicate face filled with a variety of expressions.

"No, I still need to be a role model for everyone. If I think like this, it must be my own problem. Am I really not qualified enough? I wonder how Sister Mo is doing now? Is she even more outstanding and poised..."

"Forget it, let's just consider it a learning experience. We can't make the same mistake again next time; we must stay calm and collected!"

Thinking it over, Bingtang Lingxin reassured herself and then left.

On the other side.

After Ling Feng left the teahouse, he called Su Xiaoxiao.

"Sister Xiao Xiao, where are you? Should I come find you?" Ling Feng asked after the call connected.

"Haha, this looks fun too! If Luo Luo likes it, let's buy it together!" "Okay, thank you, Sister Su!"

"Xiao, Sister Xiao Xiao, are you listening?" Ling Feng asked again, feeling somewhat speechless.

"Hmm, not bad! This one's nice too! Let's take them all!"

Ling Feng: "..."