The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Such a scene quickly reached from Yun Qianyue's eyes, and after setting a vortex in his mind, it was shaped into a painting, or a great masterpiece.

She first thought that she must paint this picture!

The second time I turned to look at the expression on Rong Jing's face!

I saw that Rong Jing's expression was the light and familiar, warm and mellow look she was familiar with, as always, without any embarrassment, anger, annoyance, or even the U-turn she expected. No emotions. She couldn't help being disappointed, thinking about where is the wolf in sheep's clothing, which was obviously a fine black fox.

Turning his head again to see the crowd, the crowd still maintained the horrified posture they had just stepped into the drunk incense tower. Without even blinking his eyes, Yun Qingyue felt that the scene where everyone turned into a sculpture was exaggerated, but it did fit Rong Jing's status!

"You are sensational today and now!" Yun Qianyue smiled at Rong Jing. This is what she wants, isn't it? It's best that this guy laughs at thousands of people before she feels satisfied.

"Well!" Rong Jing responded indifferently, and smiled, said: "Take your blessing!"

"You'd better be more disciplined in the future, don't mess with me again. Otherwise..." Yun Qingyue hummed and warned.

Rong Jing looked at her arrogant look, as if fighting a victory, he lowered his head and smiled without a word.

"Go!" Yun Qianyue asked him to step into the threshold and asked loudly to the man and the shopkeeper, "Is there any place? Find us a place!"

Her words fell, and no one answered.

Yun Qingyue frowned, looking at the guy and the shopkeeper closest to her, did it become a statue? She shouted again: "Hey, I asked you if there is any place? We want to eat!"

No one answered.

"Are you deaf?" Yun Qingyue shouted again.

No one answered. Everyone's expressions haven't even changed.

Yun Qianyue was discouraged, right? She and Rongjing are two big living people, how did these people look like a ghost. She leaned her head to look at Rong Jing, "Would you like to change places?"

"Don't eat lotus leaf smoked chicken?" Rong Jing raised an eyebrow.

Eat naturally! But you have to shout! Yun Qingyue stared at the young man and the shopkeeper in front of her, wondering if she needed her to kick in the past to work?

Yun Qianyue hasn't acted yet. He only listened to Rong Jing's inquiries about the shopkeeper's voice. The voice was not high or low.

"Yes... there..." the shopkeeper's wake-up call quickly replied.

by! Isn't this contempt for her? Is her character so bad? Yun Qianyue's already very comfortable heart was suddenly uncomfortable.

"Trouble lead the way!" Rong Jing Wen ordered.

"Okay, okay, little old man leads the way..." The shopkeeper seemed to want to throw away the pen and account book in his hand, and toss it a little bit before finding out that his hand was empty. He immediately left the table and walked tremblingly towards Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue. He didn't even find his clothes scratching the corner of the table.

Unexpectedly, Yun Qingyue, the table fell with a bang. The account book on the table crackled to the ground. Immediately after that, the shopkeeper slammed and fell to the ground. A big toad crawled and could not help crying.

Yun Qingyue skimmed his face and couldn't bear to look. Thinking that I hope that more than half a year old man can get up after this plant, is Rong Jing and her so terrible? No, should it be said that Rong Jing is so terrible?

She clearly underestimated Rong Jing's position in the hearts of the heavenly saints!

One day, the high-rise marble fell to the ground, and that would kill a large number of people!

Hearing this loud noise finally made the souls of the guests in Zuixianglou back, but the posture did not move, that is, the eyes rolled, but just one glance, they all turned back quickly, and looked at Rong Jinghe again Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue looked at the roof silently. The ceiling is inlaid with sparkling pearl beads, which is extremely luxurious. The interior decoration of Zuixiang Building is obviously more gorgeous and elegant than the outside, and the grade is extremely high. She thought about looking at this overwhelming crowd, and she knew that the owner of the drunk incense tower must have made a pot.

The shopkeeper on the ground didn't get up for a long time, his teeth grinning, and finally he turned the horrified expression on his face into the expression of pain that humans should have. Yun Qingyue saw that Rongjing was standing still, thinking that being a man could not be so cold-blooded, and immediately let go of Rongjing's arm and walked over to reach out to the shopkeeper's hand, "Is there a knock? I help you Come!"

"No... no..." The shopkeeper didn't hurt anymore, and he climbed up from the ground suddenly. Quickly avoided Yun Qingyue's hand, a look of panic.

Yun Qianyue's body bent slightly, her hands stiff in the air, thinking depressedly that she was so terrible? Withdrawing his hand inadvertently, he asked with concern, "Do you want a doctor? The one you just knocked on was not light!"

"No, no, thank you... Miss Qingyue..." The shopkeeper's body immediately took two steps back, keeping a certain distance from Yun Qianyue, and bowed in fear.

"Since it's okay. Is there still a place to sit? Let's have a meal." Yun Qingyue thought that if she had a hard time eating a meal, she wouldn't come even if she wanted to see Rong Jing jokes again. I don't know why I had to defy the black guy just now. Now it seems really not a wise move! When was she childish?

"Yes...Yes..." The head of the shopkeeper didn't dare to raise his head, and quickly said: "Shi...Shizi please...Miss Asa please..."

"Then lead the way!" Rong Jing walked slowly.

"Yes, little old man leads the way..." The shopkeeper immediately turned around and stumbled upstairs.

Yun Qianyue stepped up to keep up. Rong Jing also slowly lifted his steps, and his steps were gentle and elegant as always.

Yun Qingyue remembered that she was lighter after she climbed two steps, and no longer dragged her. She looked back at Rong Jing and snorted. She was just like a dying walker. A good man looks like a dog, and it's really pretended. She grinded her teeth and decided to ignore him in order to get down from a good place for dinner.

Rong Jing looked at Yun Qiangyue's back, and the corner of his eyes swept to the eyes of Zuixiang Tower. They followed his eyes. It seemed that there was a smile in the eyes like Qingquan. If you look closely, you can see that the corner of his mouth is slightly hooked. Up.

On the second floor, the stumbling footsteps of the shopkeeper seemed to be stabilized, but still couldn't stop shaking. I don’t know if I’m excited or scared.

Yun Qianyue looked at the shopkeeper in the back, thinking about the old man who would be a few years older today.

The shopkeeper didn't stop on the second floor, turned a corner and walked to the third floor.

"There is no place on the second floor?" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows. What she wanted to ask was that this business was so hot? How much does this money make? The owner of this shop is not rich enough?

"Hui... Hui Qianyue, there is Room No. 1 on the third floor, and the elegant room near the window. It has always been kept, except for... no one has used it..." The trembling voice of the shopkeeper immediately gave Yun Qian Yue respectfully explained.

Yun Qingyue nodded and asked no more. Thinking that she should not be a VIP, the guy behind her had this treatment. He glanced back at Rong Jing again, facing him directly at her, and she saw the smile in his eyes clearly, digging him fiercely and turned back.

On the third floor, came to the window. The shopkeeper immediately pushed open the door, lifted the curtain, and stood at the door. His tone and posture were extremely humble. He could no longer respectfully say: "This room has been cleaned by people every day, just in case one day... Shizi... …Shizi please, Miss Asagi please!"

The shopkeeper didn't finish the sentence, Yun Qingyue ignored what he said and stepped into it.

Rong Jing glanced at the shopkeeper lightly, glanced at the room, and nodded. "Good!"

"It's very good, really it's Room 1 of Tianzi! This is the best room for you?" Yun Qianyue also looked at the room. The room was bright and spacious, clean and dust-free, and elegantly furnished. The screen, calligraphy and painting, curtain, Carpets, table and chair appliances are all exquisite and pleasant. Directly facing the street is a large window. The material of the window is not the lattice window, but a crystal-like transparent object, but it is not crystal. She walked over and felt that it was the easiest. The glass material, but there is no modern glass making technology, so the view out of the window is not so clear, but it is enough to surprise her.

"Miss Huiqianyue, this is the best room..." The shopkeeper responded immediately. The waist plate is also much straighter, I don't know whether it's because of Rong Jing's compliment or because Yun Qiangyue looked at the glass in wonderment.

"Rong Jing, you come to see, this is actually glass!" Yun Qianyue forgot the hatred between the two and turned back to Rong Jing excitedly.

When Yun Qingyue shouted Rongjing's name, the shopkeeper's just relaxed face was again full of shock and opened his mouth wide.

Rong Jing walked towards Yun Qianyue, looked at the window, and then looked at her amazed and excited look, smiled slightly, raised her eyebrows slightly, "Glass?"

"Isn't this glass? What's this called?" Yun Qingyue asked for a moment.

"Glass... indeed it is." Rong Jing lowered his head for a moment, raised his head, and said lightly: "This is probably the glass you said! It fits its purpose." The words seemed to remind me of something like that, to the shopkeeper Ask, "Does this window have a name?"

"Reborn, not yet..." The shopkeeper shook his head quickly.

"Call it glass after that!" Rong Jing said.

"Yes!" The shopkeeper nodded immediately.

Yun Qingyue was stunned again, and she gave her the name of the glass and the hair tip. She twitched the corner of her mouth, always feeling that something was wrong and too lazy to ignore it. She touched the glass again and looked at the street downstairs. She remembered her ten-story work building. When she was exhausted, she would stand like this in front of the window and look outside. Her heart climbed slightly sad. Zeng waved away sadly and turned back to the shopkeeper: "Get all the best dishes you have here, move fast!"