Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Tianzihao is the best private room in Shu Dingxiang. It is large and spacious, with luxurious and gorgeous decorations. If you eat here, the price of the private room alone is only three taels per time.

However, no matter how luxurious the private rooms in Shudingxiangli are, they are just ordinary to Wanyanchao and Mingzhu, who have lived in the inner garden of the palace since childhood. After they sat down in Tianzihao, they ordered a few signature dishes and ordered The waiter went down.

The waiter knew that these two people were wealthy owners, so he didn't forget to make a sales pitch before leaving: "You two gentlemen, would you like me to help you call some girls who can sing songs to entertain you?"

Before Mingzhu could speak, Wan Yanchao's face changed in vain, and he shouted angrily: "Get out!"

The waiter was so frightened that he trembled and ran away...

Seeing Xiao Er's pissing, Mingzhu couldn't help but giggle, her branches quivering with laughter, and her voice was as sweet as a lark.

"Why don't you scream if you don't scream? Why are you so fierce? Look, you scared the waiter!"

Wan Yanchao said: "It's his own bastard. He doesn't care who we are. He just uses the pickled things he likes to disgust me!"

He said this not to please Mingzhu deliberately, but to reject from the bottom of his heart those women who were just joking and singing. From the day he had the consciousness of marrying a wife, Mingzhu was the best candidate for his future wife. He is a proud and paranoid guy. In his heart, among the women in this world, only pearls can match him. The rest of the women are just mud under his feet, and he doesn't care at all.

Therefore, in order to get his ideal wife, he ignored Nangong Yi's various difficulties. Over the years, he spent most of his time in the Jian'an Marquis' Mansion in the Jin Kingdom so that he could meet Mingzhu at any time. His grandparents often shed tears because they missed him.

However, fortunately, he can marry Mingzhu back next year. By then, he will no longer have to suffer the pain of traveling between two places...

Since there were only Mingzhu and Wanyanchao at the table, Shu Dingxiang's chef only served this table. The food was quickly prepared and served one after another.

Steamed bear's paw, roasted duck, pine flower belly, assorted Su plate, canned pheasant, cold shredded vegetables, vegetable python, whitebait, steamed hash ham...

Originally, Wan Yanchao wanted to order more, but Mingzhu refused. It was just the two of them and they couldn't eat these dishes. Ordering too much would be a waste.

Since she was a child, she has learned many good habits from her mother, for example, saving is one of them.

Mom said that you can eat, but you can eat any good food, but you must not waste it. Today, she doesn’t think there are too many dishes. It’s just that she and Wan Yanchao don’t have many opportunities to eat together. They eat together alone. It was the first time, so it was inconvenient to teach him about frugality, so I made an exception and let him order so many dishes.

"Here, this is your favorite roasted flower duck. Try it to see if it's better than the one made in the palace."

Wanyanchao picked up a piece of duck meat and thoughtfully placed it on the plate in front of Mingzhu. He had known Mingzhu's likes and dislikes ten years ago.

Mingzhu picked up the piece of duck and just put it in her mouth when she suddenly heard the waiter's cry from outside: "Sir, you can't go up, this place has been taken over..."

Before the words "Come down" could be uttered, the door to the room was pushed open violently.

The man burst in with a big sting. He was dressed in dark silk clothes, embroidered with complicated patterns. His black hair was braided with colorful beads in the style of the Liaodan people. He wore a ring in his left ear, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, and his waist Hanging a pure gold scimitar, inlaid with large pieces of ruby, the color of the ruby, reflecting the blood-red color of the blue eyes, is like a bloodthirsty wolf seen on the grassland.

Batru!

Mingzhu's brows furrowed. This guy always had his own ideas. His eyes were always staring at her, making her feel chilly, as if she was being stared at by a hungry wolf.

"Go down, this is Dajin, he doesn't dare to make mistakes." Wan Yanchao glanced at the waiter and ordered.

"Yes Yes!"

The waiter was eager to leave the place where this was happening, because he could see that the foreigner who came later had a bad look on his face, as if he wanted to kill someone. Although the young man inside looked normal, his eyes were full of murderous intent. It's anger.

It seemed like a fight was about to start, or a confrontation. He had to dodge quickly and run as far as he could...

Chaoer still maintained a good upbringing and did not get angry with Batru, because Mingzhu ran away with him incognito. If the fight attracted people and Mingzhu's identity was exposed, it would harm Mingzhu's reputation. He would never do anything that would hurt her!

Batro walked to the table and sat on the chair as casually as if he were at home.

Wanyan stared at him and said coldly: "Remember, I didn't invite you to dinner."

Batru sneered: "Do you know that I am here to have dinner with you? If it weren't for seeing her, I would be too lazy to sit at the same table with you."

After saying that, he looked directly at Mingzhu and said: "Princess, if he has any good things, why don't you follow me?"