"Huh? Cancan, do you still like to hear stories?"

"I haven't heard it for a long time, so I can go and listen to it today."

The three of them went up to the second floor. There were seats on the second floor, with a platform on it. The storyteller was slapped on the top, shaking his head and talking on the book, very well-informed.

The three of them found a seat by the window and sat down.

The fruits and tea were all on the table, and the three of them sat around the table. The maid behind Xiang Yunsha glanced at Xie Weiran, then withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes to the ground, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Xie Weiran has been practicing martial arts since childhood and is more sensitive to gaze than ordinary people. Just now, the maid glanced at her and attracted her attention. She couldn't help but think to herself.

Soon, a storyteller came on the stage. He was wearing a long blue gown and elegant. He was not as shaking his head, pointing his fingers, laughing, scolding, and saliva. He was so gentle that he was not as gentle as a storyteller.

Xiang Yun just took a look at it casually and was stunned.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on." Xie Weiran smiled and stretched out his hand to her and waved it twice, with a teasing voice in his tone: "Our Yun Shu's soul is about to be hooked away by the storyteller. Could it be that he is not the storyteller, but the fox becomes?"

"Cancan." Xiang Yunshu's face turned slightly red. She angrily glanced at Xie Weiran: "Don't joke about me, I'm thin-skinned, but I can't help but joke."

Xiang Yunyao was also smiling.

"Hey, why did you bring a fan today? Why didn't I see it just now?" Xie Weiran stared at her curiously: "Why did you suddenly think about bringing a fan?"

"This..." Xiang Yunshu felt a little embarrassed: "I saw that they often held a fan and looked very elegant and handsome, and I wanted to imitate it, but I didn't have that temperament and couldn't learn it. It was a bit inappropriate, so I hid it and didn't show it to anyone."

"Can you lend me a slap?" Xie Weiran's face was calm and his tone was gentle.

Xiang Yunyao looked at her side and asked, "Does the princess feel a little hot? But now it's autumn, it's colder."

"Yes, right?" The girl smiled slightly. She took the fan, opened it with a squeak, and slowly fanned the wind: "I just watched the show in the inner garden, and I was a little bored. I thought about fanning the wind, maybe I would feel better."

Xiang Yunyao looked like she was like this and didn't ask anything more. She turned her head and looked at the table with a smile on her face.

Xie Weiran looked at the fan in his hand and looked deeply at Xiang Yunyao. His expression was a moment of coldness, but the next moment, she calmed her thoughts and turned to look at the platform, waiting quietly.

With a bang, the storyteller slapped the board and attracted everyone's attention. He smiled and said loudly: "What I want to say today is "Xue Rengui's Conquest of the West". Thank you for your appreciation."

When everyone heard this, they quickly raised their hands and applauded and cheered.

Seeing that the atmosphere of the crowd was high, the storyteller cleared his throat and then it began.

Xiang Yun suddenly stared at the stage with a melon seed, his eyes never moved for a moment, and he was as serious as he was.

Xiang Yunyao looked at the stage, his eyes drifting occasionally, and he thought there was something in his heart.

Xie Weiran also held her chin and looked at the storyteller, but she played with the fan without hesitation, a little absent-minded.

Soon, a story of storytelling fell, and thunderous applause sounded and everyone shouted.
Chapter completed!