New Times Inn

For Feng Qing, this person is just an ordinary guest, at best he is just a little more beautiful.

There are many beautiful people in this world, but almost all of them have nothing to do with Feng Qing. Feng Qing naturally couldn't walk in front of this person inexplicably, and then stepped forward to say hello to her.

But Feng Qing was stunned for a moment.

Although this one was only caused by her looking at the sword on the woman's waist.

However…

Feng Qing, who went back to the house to dismantle the courier, did not notice the woman downstairs when she saw her sluggishness. Silk smile.

For most people in this arena, the woman below will remind them of a person.

shadow.

"Did I read it wrong?" Li Qi had some doubts.

He quietly watched the woman enter the guest room, and at the moment when the woman entered the door, he noticed that many people in the inn turned their heads in unison, pretending that nothing had happened.

Obviously, Li Qi was not the only one who secretly looked at the woman just now.

Li Qi was just curious for a while, and when the woman entered the room, she just shook her head and smiled and went out.

He felt that it was just an occasional encounter with a very similar person, which was nothing, after all, when a person is alive, no matter what, he has to encounter a few strange things.

Li Qi went back to the kitchen, then picked up the knife to cut the vegetables, halfway through, he suddenly saw Chu Changzui jumping in.

"Huh? Don't you read your book?" Li Qi always seemed to ignore Chu Changzui.

"You can rest for a while today." Chu Changzui smiled, "Please tell me, I'm really curious."

"It's nothing." Li Qi silently put the chopped vegetables on the side of the plate, and then thought of the woman who just passed.

"A person came to the inn just now, an unknown person, but she looks a little special. She wears a white dress and uses a sword, and her sword looks very special."

He thought about the pattern on the sword, "The hilt of her sword is actually engraved with a dark cloud pattern, and her clothes are also covered with cloud patterns."

"That dress always reminds me of Yun Shujun, the former leader of the martial arts alliance." Li Qi smiled.

"But..." He added, "The descendants of the Yun family have also been living in seclusion in recent years. If she really belongs to the Yun family, it wouldn't be surprising."

"Help me bring the dishes." Li Qi picked up the plate and turned his head, and suddenly found that there was no one behind him.

Chu Changzui, who had just been clamoring to ask him what was going on, had completely disappeared, and he didn't know when he disappeared.

Li Qi was stunned.

However, after being dazed for a while, his eyes gradually became darker.

Hmmm…

It seems that there is a little kid who wants to be beaten in the inn these two days.

…

However, Chu Changzui, who he thought was a bad beating, is now running wild.

He ran to the door of the shopkeeper, gasping for words, but he started knocking on the door desperately.

"The shopkeeper! The shopkeeper!"

Feng Qing was dismantling the courier at the time, but halfway through the dismantling, someone outside was frantically digging at the door.

She looked at her courier and felt a little guilty for a second.

This thing can't be seen.

Feng Qing hurriedly started to clean up, but this thing has already been put in a lot, even it takes a lot of time to clean up, so she delayed for a while.

Chu Changzui, who was knocking on the door, was already terrified. Seeing that the shopkeeper did not knock on the door for a long time, it confirmed the thought in his heart.

He finally waited for the shopkeeper to open the door, but he saw the shopkeeper standing at the door and did not come out, but asked him lightly, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Chu Changzui wanted to say a lot, but when the time came, he found that it was not appropriate.

And he didn't know why, he always felt that there was a hint of red at the end of the shopkeeper's eyes looming from under his hair.

The red color made him feel a little more terrified.

"The shopkeeper, your eyes..." Chu Changzui asked nervously.

."

After she finished speaking, she closed the door without saying a word, leaving only Chu Changzui standing at the door frightened.

He was full of incredible feelings.

How could it be so coincidental? No, why is it so coincidental?

Chu Changzui swallowed slightly, always feeling that the biggest crisis since the establishment of the inn was coming.

No, no.

He cheered up immediately and ran towards the house.

This is a bit strange, there will never be so many coincidences in the rivers and lakes.

Like this woman.

Chu Changzui was going to find Feng Xiruo and An Huo Shaxi, and let them both use their power to find out what was going on.

Yes, this is her new courier, but it is not hers, but someone else gave her to put it here.

In fact, when the person said that the mail was sent, Feng Qing refused, because the inn was no longer in the original location, but her friend said that in return, she could give her some small reward , Feng Qing struggled for a while, but agreed to the request.

These clothes are indeed "ancient" clothes, the materials are basically gauze and silk, which look really good.

It's a pity that Feng Qing can't wear these clothes whether it is modern or ancient.

Because her friend is not a film crew or a Hanfu merchant, but...a studio.

…

Yes, this pile of clothes is the legendary studio style Hanfu.

Just like those red carpets in foreign countries, they don't care about the normal logic of human beings, basically they dare to put things on them.

However, because it never pays attention to the system, and it does not pay attention to details at all, it has been criticized.

But it should be said that the photo effect is good, or it is called a studio style Hanfu.

Feng Qing has always been very careful about what she wears. After all, their inn focuses on that kind of everyday style, and there will never be such bells and whistles in the closet.

In ancient times, she paid more attention to her clothes.

Although she knows that the ancients here will automatically correct things when they look at modern things, but sometimes she is still reluctant to die, and she will only wear clothes that conform to the style of this dynasty, and even pay attention to the color, for fear One day I was dragged out wearing a plain yellow and beaten to death with a stick.

Wearing a little more complicated clothes left by the crew is even more occasional. Wearing it once is like a Chinese New Year.

One thing to say, the ancient times really didn't have so many bells and whistles in modern times. Feng Qing saw that the eldest brothers and sisters around them were dressed quite simply. Of course, the ancients did not have as many clothes as the moderns, especially in this small town.

【Have you received the courier? Help me keep it safe, I'll pick it up in a few days. 】

[Hurry up and take it, I am here... uh, it's really not suitable for these things. 】 Feng Qing said.

[No way. 】 Her friend said, "I know that your inn can't wear these clothes, otherwise you will be easily scolded, but is it so serious? 】

[The specific problem cannot be explained in detail to you, but I do have some special situations here. 】 Feng Qing hesitated.

She picked up one and shook it.

This dress looks like a very decent pink curtain when she was alive. Look at this tulle with small butterflies on it.

Then she picked up another blue dress.

Good guy, this dress is more domineering, the bare skirt is only four or five meters long, and half of the bed is occupied by it, which is particularly exaggerated.

Looking from a distance, Feng Qing felt that there was a pile of colorful fog on her bed, which was a bit chaotic, but the color matching was very pleasing to the eye.

…It just makes people feel that they are completely out of line with Hanfu.

After all, studio style and Hanfu can be said to be two completely different things. The style of the two is one in the sky and the other in the ground.

Feng Qing has been in the Hanfu circle for a few years, and it is the first time she has seen so many studios. Hanfu can naturally go out for shopping, just like hot pot, and maybe you can get a few photos along the way, but if you wear a photo studio style Hanfu to go out, um...

In order not to find trouble for herself, Feng Qing has never experienced such a thing that makes the society fear death.

She looked silently at the clothes in the closet next to her - bought in a nearby store, previous work clothes, and the crew clothes she picked out to wear.

However, no matter which one is compared with these clothes, it does not seem to be a dimensional feeling.

】 Her friend is very generous at this time.

Feng Qing knew that her friend was the type of person who didn't care much about this kind of clothes, so she picked up one and compared it to her body in the mirror.

This kind is indeed very fairy, but it is really impossible to wear it. Compared with ordinary Hanfu, it is probably like a group of people wearing T-shirts mixed into a person wearing a Balala little devil fairy clothes Same.

But it shouldn't be a problem for Feng Qing to take a few photos secretly?

Feng Qing pushed aside her bangs and glanced at her eyes secretly.

Just before Xiaobai came in, she had been secretly putting on makeup for herself. This kind of studio style clothes had to be matched with a special studio style makeup.

Apply three or more coats of paint, the lashes should be the thickest, and even the eyeshadows should be full of red.

Feng Qing has never seen anyone use bright red eye shadow for so long since ancient times.

She secretly tried for a long time, then suddenly looked outside with a guilty conscience, wait, no one will break in this time, right?

In fact, when Chu Xiaobai came in, Feng Qing shuddered, she was afraid that she would be regarded as a heresy by Xiaobai.

These clothes look like thieves.

…

While Feng Qing was trying on clothes on her body, in a room downstairs, a woman was observing the room secretly.

She touched the cloud pattern sword on her waist.

"It seems that no matter who, everyone has a weakness." The woman laughed.

"Are you right? No trace of wind."