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Therefore, when Rong Zhuo saw this sentence, he felt very ironic, and the irony was no less than the butcher's persuading people to be vegetarian.
But today he really had this idea in his mind.
But he knew that in ancient society, the fate of many people was more difficult than he imagined.
So he won't say things that are out of place in a lighthearted manner.
"I..." Rong Zhuo subconsciously tugged at the neckline, "I'll give you some more money, can you do me a favor?"
"Young master is a distinguished guest with an annual card, so you don't need to add more money." Qingyu said.
Rong Zhuo still took out a few more golden leaves and handed them to him, "You have time to tell other guests about my visit to the building today, especially those who came in the next few days, let them know as much as possible. I."
"Young master, why is this?" Qingyu asked in confusion.
"I want to take this opportunity to make more like-minded friends." Rong Zhuo said boldly.
"Young master, don't worry." Qingyu responded hurriedly.
"Cough!" Rong Zhuo cleared his throat again, feeling a little uncomfortable, it seemed a little hot and scratched, so he tugged at Qingyu and asked, "Is it a little hot in this room? "
"Does your son feel hot?" Qingyu said, "Did Taoyao play a role?"
"What's the effect?" Rong Zhuo looked puzzled.
"It's a fun booster," Qingyu said.
Rong Zhuo: ! ! !
Careless!
It turns out that this is the boost to the fun?
He thought it was the one who was watching a performance and drinking to cheer him up!
In fact, Qingyu made it very clear before, and asked him what kind of wine he wanted to drink. The problem was that he was in a place like this for the first time. He was inexperienced in life. Inside and outside the strings.
I accidentally drank the wine with added ingredients!
However, he drank this wine himself, and he couldn't blame anyone else. To blame him, he could only blame himself for his lack of experience and lack of defense.
Probably because the effect of the medicine really came out, Rong Zhuo only felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and even his breathing began to be a little unsteady.
Qingyu seemed to be used to this kind of scene, got up and walked to Rong Zhuo's side and knelt down on one knee, "Little man, come and help the son."
Rong Zhuo jumped up from the stool in fright and took a few steps back.
With one hand in front of him, he said solemnly, "Don't mess around, I don't need your help!"
"But Young Master holding back like this will easily hurt his body." Qingyu said hurriedly.
Rong Zhuo was about to collapse, of course he knew that this would not work, not to mention whether it would hurt his body, he felt that he could not control the effect of the drug at all. After all, he is also a vigorous young man, how can he bear such stimulation?
But he still has principles in his life, and he is absolutely reluctant to let him really rely on the efficacy of medicine.
So Rong Zhuo didn't dare to stay at all, and while he was still able to control his reason, he hurriedly escaped from the elegant room.
At this moment, he was very fortunate that Duan Zheng had won a guest room right for his annual card VIP, so he planned to go to the guest room to solve it first.
at the same time.
In a room on the third floor.
The man who was standing by the window had now sat at the table and was slowly making tea.
His well-jointed fingers looked slender and powerful, at first glance like a pampered person, but if you look closely at his fingers holding the porcelain cup, you can see that there are thin calluses on them from years of martial arts practice.
"If you don't have any other orders, the subordinates will retire first." The man standing next to him bowed to the man and planned to leave. "Or do you want to wait until Young Master Jiang arrives before the subordinates leave?" This man's name is Li Feng was the person next to King Yan, the third prince of the dynasty.
The one sitting at the table who was making tea was Yu Jingdu, the king of banquets.
Yu Jingdu is not in the capital all the year round, but there are many rumors about him in the capital. Some people say that he is ruthless and murderous. He will use the enemy's head as a wine bowl at the border. Some people say that he injured his head in battle and is insane. , Initiating madness will kill innocent people indiscriminately.
There are many rumors, but in short, there is nothing good to say.
But any rumor makes it difficult for people to connect with this handsome man in front of him.
"Let's go." Yu Jingdu said, "By the way, take the door god you arranged outside with you."
"This..." Li Feng was about to refute, but after meeting the man's indifferent gaze, he answered honestly.
The door god mentioned by his master was the guard he brought, thinking that he could protect the other party.
But he ignored the fact that Yu Jingdu had practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his martial arts skills were probably not even a star and a half higher than that of the guards outside, not to mention that there were secret guards around him, so he didn't need to worry about safety at all.
Especially Yu Jingdu this time was to have a secret conversation with Young Master Jiang, but he really arranged for the guards to be outside, but it was eye-catching.
With this in mind, Li Feng hurriedly followed the other party's instructions and took away the guards he had brought.
After exiting the room, he looked around in the corridor uneasy. Although the third floor is a guest room, the price of accommodation is extremely high, and the girls and teenagers in the building usually pick up customers on the second floor and will not come up at will. , so not many people come upstairs on weekdays.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if there is someone who does not open their eyes and breaks into the room that should not have entered, the unlucky person must be the one who broke in by mistake. After thinking about all this, he was relieved.
When Li Feng hurried downstairs, he almost collided with the boy in red at the corner of the corridor.
He glanced at the young man vigilantly, seeing that the other party's breath was disordered and his footsteps were vain, and seeing that he was a person with no effort, he also let down his guard.
After he left in a hurry, the teenager stumbled down the stairs to the third floor.
Rong Zhuo was like a small prey who was afraid of being carried away by a wolf. He moved very fast under his feet, and even accidentally knocked his legs twice on the stairs.
He was afraid that his self-control ability was too poor, and if he encountered someone in the middle of pestering him, it would be troublesome.
With such worries, Rong Zhuo quickly walked up to the third floor, then took the guest room key given to him by the previous guy, and found his own yearly guest room.