: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

Just when Shen Qingyu moved the chair to his brother and was close to him, thinking that this would be warmer.

Mu Xun, his companions, Song Sinian and his servants came to the front hall together, and it seemed that they couldn't sleep.

The owner was a little restrained and apologized while going out: "I'll get two more charcoal basins. Let's deal with it for one night."

Song Sinian’s master and servant, Mu Xun, his companions, Shen Qingyu and his group gathered in the hall.

Although there are many people in the Shen family, there are only two Shen Qingyu and his sister who are really too cold to sleep and run to the hall. They also bring their respective followers, and no one else comes here.

They were not familiar with each other, so naturally they had nothing to say. The atmosphere was a little condensed, and the sounds in the hall were silently heard.

Shen Qingyu looked at this and then that, and somehow he was a little excited. Getting together like this always reminded her of some common story developments, which is most suitable for listening to stories in this situation.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with asking so directly, so she asked, "We are quite bored, is anyone telling a story?"

The only one of these people who seems to be able to tell stories is Mu Xun. He is a constable and is more likely to be exposed to some bizarre cases.

Naturally, Shen Qingyu's eyes fell on Mu Xun.
Chapter completed!