Chapter 685

Bai Qing's ability Leng Qingyan knew that she didn't show any doubt, but nodded her head.

"It's a mystery. I can't reveal it, but I can tell you where he is. You can find him yourself." Bai Qing said unfathomably.

"Excuse me, Bai Jushi. Let's count a divination." Leng Qingyan saluted Bai Qing again and said.

Bai Qing closes the black satin fan in his hand and pinches his fingers with a dignified expression. A moment later, he says to Leng Qingyan, "Chengzhou Fuchun hospital."

Fuchun hospital?

Leng Qingyan remembers that Fuchun building belongs to Bai zhantang. Who owns Fuchun courtyard? Red lips moved and wanted to ask, but she didn't know how to ask. Finally, she just thanked Bai Qing and went up.

Bai Qing looks at Leng Qingyan's back and sighs gently. It's a blessing or a curse. You can't avoid it. Take care of yourself.

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Leng Qingyan stood on the street of Chengzhou and looked around with cool eyes. It was very lively and many people. The hawkers were also very enthusiastic. They solicited customers when they saw people coming. After leaving for about a cup of tea, she found this teahouse called fuchunyuan.

The teahouse has only two floors, but it covers a wide area. It's definitely not easy to find Chen Yihe for many years. Leng Qingyan glanced around and called the guys here.

"Girl, what's the matter with you?" the boy was very polite, looking at Leng Qingyan and asked.

Leng Qingyan deliberately wore a veil when she went out in order not to be found, so the man couldn't see her face. She said to the man, "I have a good story, but I don't know if your storyteller here dares to say it?"

"What's the story?" the boy asked.

"You bring me a pen and paper and I'll write it down. As long as your husband here can say that the jade bracelet is yours," Leng Qingyan said with a smile as the waiter took off the emerald bracelet in his hand.

The boy saw that the emerald was a jade bracelet, and his eyes were shining. He hurriedly promised to get the paper and pen. A moment later, he handed the paper and pen to Leng Qingyan. Leng Qingyan was very satisfied and rewarded him with a piece of silver. Then he wrote down Tang yuntu's rebellion against Chen Yi's wheel battle on the rice paper. It took about a incense stick to write it and handed it to the waiter.

The man didn't know the words. He picked it up and sent it to the storyteller.

"Pa ~" the sound of startled wood patting on the table rang, and the thin man walked on to the stage. The fan in his hand shook gently with his steps.

"In the previous dynasty, an emperor was attacked by a traitor on his way back from the palace in order to find his escaped concubine..."

The spectators at the bottom listened to the cheers with relish. When talking about the wheel tactics, those people also stood up and cheered. The scene was a little difficult to control for a while.

Chen Yi's eyes in the elegant room on the second floor were about to burst into flames. The tea cup in his hand was crushed on the ground by him. His thick black eyebrows frowned tightly and said to the years beside him, "go and bring me the storyteller."

"Your Majesty, it's better to do more than one thing." Nian advised.

"Over the years, I said to bring him here. Don't let me say it again!" Chen Yishu looked up at over the years coldly and said. Knowing that Chen Yi was angry, he frowned, opened the door of the private room and walked downstairs. All the way to the storyteller, he couldn't help pulling the man up and dragging him upstairs.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let go, let go..." the storyteller struggled, but he didn't have much strength. He was dragged all the way into Chen Yi's private room. Leng Qingyan watched Nian drag the storyteller upstairs and knew that Chen Yihe was upstairs. She hurried upstairs to follow him.

After years of throwing the storyteller to the ground, Chen Yi took a sip of tea with a teacup in his hand, looked up at the storyteller and asked, "do you know why I brought you?"