"Boss, good morning."

"Good morning." Feng Qing said expressionlessly to a customer passing by her.

"Boss, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"To the restroom." Feng Qing looked at these customers who were already familiar with her and could even joke with her.

The sun was still very bright today. Spring had arrived, with birds singing and flowers blooming, and a very comfortable atmosphere was everywhere.

The inn was still as peaceful as usual, like a paradise.

Feng Qing sat at the dining table very calmly with her mobile phone in her hand, looking at her breakfast. It was still the taste she was most familiar with, very good.

She slowly picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, wondering whether she should teach Li Qi to make something else in a few days to change the taste, such as milk pudding or something.

As a result, just as she thought of this, she suddenly heard a scream from outside.

A woman stumbled in, her face covered with blood.

The moment she came in, she knelt on the ground as if she had lost all her strength, and behind her, there were sporadic footsteps.

The moment she ran in, everyone in the inn stopped.

The people in the lobby stopped eating, and the waiters stopped their work, and everyone looked at the woman at the door at the same time.

"Save, save me, I..." The woman spoke breathlessly, because she was kneeling at the door, and Feng Qing happened to have a look at the woman.

As soon as Feng Qing looked up, he could see the woman's bloody face and the tragic expression, as well as her suddenly dull eyes.

The woman was a little confused.

Usually, people around who were in trouble would run to the inn. After all, the inn's employees were kind-hearted people and would let them stay in the inn for a while.

But everyone knew that the innkeeper hated to see dirty things.

For example, she didn't like to see some ugly things in front of her, especially blood and dead people.

Although this may be considered pretentious in the eyes of some people, how could a strong man not have a little quirk? Naturally, everyone respected the shopkeeper.

The woman knelt there with a pale face. Feng Qing held the spoon for a long time, half swallowing the porridge in his mouth.

When the atmosphere in the guest house was stagnant to the extreme, Feng Qing calmly swallowed the porridge.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Look, you have already knocked on the steps. Be careful next time."

"Li Qi, bring me the box with a small red cross in my room. His face is bleeding." Feng Qing shouted behind him.

Li Qi threw the rag in his hand and said calmly, "Got it."

Feng Qing lowered his head to look at his mobile phone again, his face was unusually calm.

Xiaobai walked up, pulled the woman up, and then took her to the backyard.

Ah, today's weather is still so clear, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

After a while, a group of people entered the inn. Feng Qing looked up and saw that they were the group of people she had sent before to monitor whether An Huo had any random love affairs.

The leader among them was a beggar who looked very ordinary.

He had a few more scars on his body, and he looked miserable. Even the sack behind him seemed to be heavier.

"Shopkeeper, I'm so sorry. We had some problems some time ago, so I haven't been able to talk to you during this time." The old beggar said after coughing twice.

"Indeed, we didn't expect that the gang would be so despicable and shameless, and they also carried out a sneak attack, causing Elder Li to suffer such serious injuries..."

"Elder?" Someone passing by Feng Qing looked up in surprise and said

. She is Xiaohua's elder sister who often comes to play with Xiaobai. Her name is Ruhua. She just came here to deliver steamed cakes to the inn. She hadn't had time to leave. Just as she was about to leave, she heard the group of people say this.

"Yes, Li Zhanglao, Zhang as in price increase, and Laolao as in grandma." Feng Qing suddenly interrupted and said.

"You may not have noticed that this master is actually a woman. Although she doesn't look like one on the surface, she really is. Are you surprised?"

When she said this, Ruhua opened her mouth in surprise, and then couldn't help laughing secretly.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't see it. You guys continue to be busy. I'll go back first. When Xiaobai comes over later, ask him to go to West Street to find Xiaohua." Ruhua said and left the inn.

Feng Qing calmly held his mobile phone and looked at the people in front of him. The big man who looked the strongest seemed to look at the old beggar meaningfully and smiled and said, "Grandma Li Zhang."

"Ahem." The old beggar coughed twice lightly, but didn't say much. "Boss, if you have anything to ask, let's go upstairs. There are so many people here and it's not good to talk."

"Okay." Feng Qing nodded and led everyone upstairs.

"The shopkeeper is still the same as before." Chu Changzui raised his head and looked upstairs and said, "When talking about those things in the martial arts world, he still uses code words and doesn't want ordinary people around him to know."

"But doesn't the shopkeeper go a little too far sometimes? It seems like he doesn't want to get involved in those things in the martial arts world, or... doesn't want to believe it?" Feng Xiruo shook her head after she finished speaking.

"How is that possible? I must be stupid."

"Where's Hua Jing? He hasn't come back since the day before yesterday?"

"He must be super busy now, how could he have so much time to come back."

"That's true." Chu Changzui said, "I hope everything goes well for him, but don't go too far."

After Feng Qing entertained the group of guests who had just come in, she started to stare blankly at the pile of stationery and other random things they handed over.

It must be said that the contents of these stationery were quite familiar, and many of them were from the "storybook" series that she had been following. She was quite curious some time ago why the authors of these stories suddenly stopped writing?

Now it seems that it's not that the author has stopped updating, but that something happened to the author.

She picked up a piece of paper and read it curiously.

"Hua Dynasty has been in danger and trouble recently. A minister who often confronts him in the court has recently been impeaching him, saying that he has put the court's military forces into useless efforts."

Next picture.

"The situation in Huacilou seems to have stabilized recently. The spies should have been cleared out, but we are still not sure whether they have been completely cleared out."

The next one.

"The Five Mountains Sects seem to be preparing to unite recently to fight against the owner of Wuming Inn."

The next one...

Feng Qing flipped through all these messy things and let out a long sigh.

It was another day like any other.

She looked up and looked out the window. The big tree was almost growing to the eaves of her house.

After thinking for a while, Feng Qing lowered her head, took out her mobile phone and took pictures of these papers, then lowered her head and started writing and drawing on the notebook. I don't know what she was writing.

...

Hua Chaodu was in a very bad mood today.

He looked at the man standing opposite him. For a moment, he wanted to sneak up to his bed in the middle of the night and take his head off.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do that, because at this moment, if something happened to the man opposite him, everyone would guess that it was Hua Chaodu who did it.

An old man who only knows how to talk nonsense should have been buried with his followers. They didn't know how critical the current situation was for the court, but they still boasted that the court's military force should not be wasted on such things.

However, Hua Chaodu had no way to deal with the man in front of him.

Because there were really many people in the court who thought so.

Some of them were afraid of fighting with Yishan. Over the years, many people have more or less seen Yishan's power in the martial arts world.

Others, because of their excessive contempt for the martial arts world, simply did not believe that there was such a dangerous organization.

After Hua Chaodu left the court in a bad mood, he suddenly heard someone wanting to see him.

He also knew that person. It was the person from the Six Gates who he had arranged to lurk in the Wuming Inn.

"What's wrong? What happened in the inn?" Hua Chaodu was a little curious.

"Nothing happened. The shopkeeper just asked me to give you this thing." The man handed over a small envelope.

Hua Chaodu opened the envelope in surprise and saw only a pen inside.

He looked up and asked, "Why did the shopkeeper give me a pen?"

"The shopkeeper said he was worried about you recently, afraid that you would be bullied outside, so he asked you to carry this pen with you at all times, and you don't have to worry." The man said.

After hearing this, Hua Chaodu felt a little warm in his heart.

He took the pen and thought that this might be some kind of unique symbol of the shopkeeper. Perhaps the shopkeeper's subordinates could recognize his identity through this pen, just like what happened in the Devil's Valley.

However, this good mood did not last long. As soon as he put the pen on him, he suddenly saw a man walking up to him and said to him arrogantly.

"Lord Hua? Our master wants to see you. I wonder if you can follow me?"

Hua Chaodu's eyes instantly turned cold.

That old man, after having gained the upper hand in the court, is he here to show off his power again?

He took a deep breath, swallowed the anger in his heart, and then said, "Lead the way."

"Oh, Hua Duzhu, please forgive me." As soon as Hua Chaodu entered the wine house, he saw the adult coming up to him with a fake smile, and said to him with a fake smile, "Did Hua Duzhu not get angry when we were in court just now? I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean it."

"If you didn't mean it, you can change your words in the court tomorrow, at least don't be as aggressive as today." Hua Chaodu said.

"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it." The adult paused and suddenly said meaningfully.

"Although I didn't mean to, I can't control my mouth."

"Because what I said is from the heart."

...

In a dark room thousands of miles away, a person is turning on his computer and concentrating on the sound coming from his headphones.

"...You know...the truth is the most difficult to hide."

"...Even if you know it will bring trouble to yourself?"

"...Yes."

"Sometimes people always insist on saying something..."

"You say, right?"