The king will never go to court

Chapter 8 Rent 100,000 taels of silver for one day (for collection and further reading)

What happened in the lobby of Fenghua Building did not attract Xie Wufeng's attention until Wang Ensheng told him that someone was bidding with them for these precious herbs, and many people even called out high prices.

Only then did Xie Wufeng recover from his contemplation, and said with a broken smile, "So Fenghualou wants to have a romantic relationship with me? I deliberately invited so many people to join us. Presumably many people are paying attention to us at this time."

Wang Ensheng trotted to the bead curtain, looked out along the gap, and saw many people watching their quiet room all the time.

"Go and call that maid over here." Xie Wufeng didn't want to attract too many people's attention, after all, he was from the Qian Kingdom, not to mention that the Yan Kingdom and the Qian Kingdom were about to fight.

As soon as Wang Ensheng raised the bead curtain, he attracted a lot of attention. He waved to the attendant outside the bead curtain nonchalantly, "Go and invite the girl who greeted us before the auction."

The attendant stayed outside the quiet room all the time, and there was a full quotation of more than 50 taels of silver. He naturally became a distinguished guest of their Fenghua Building. He was a small waiter in the lobby, and he responded respectfully, "Yes, I will invite Qing Wan right away. Girl, wait a moment."

After a while, Qing Wan, who was wearing a pale pink gauze dress and had clear eyes, lifted the bead curtain and walked into the quiet room, asking softly, "Master Zuo, what do you want?"

Xie Wufeng turned his head and glanced at the girl beside the bead curtain, she was slim and graceful, and the sunlight outside the quiet room fell on her body, emitting a faint light.

"Thank you Fenghualou for your kindness, but I don't like excitement."

At the same time, Xie Wufeng took out a 100,000 taels banknote from his sleeve and put it on the round table beside him, saying calmly, "I hope the pharmacy in Fenghua Building can be borrowed for a day."

Wang Ensheng at the side respectfully picked up the silver ticket on the round table, then walked quickly to Qing Wan, and handed it directly to her.

"Master, do you want to make alchemy in our Fenghua building?" Qingwan looked at the 100,000 taels bank note in her hand, and then raised her eyes to carefully look at Xie Wufeng, who was five feet away, and only saw a calm expression on his face , the eyes are extremely clear, not joking at all.

"100,000 taels to borrow from the pharmacy for a day?" Qing Wan held the bank note in her hand, and couldn't believe what she heard.

"Yes, I wonder if the girl can make the decision?" Xie Wufeng got up slowly, came to Qingwan's side, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I don't like to be disturbed by others, and I hope the girl can help me a lot."

"This, I can't make the decision, I have to ask for instructions. Please wait for a while, Mr. Zuo." Qing Wan stepped forward and made a blessing, and then exited the quiet room.

The emotions in her heart still couldn't calm down, she really didn't expect that the disciples of Pingyuan Zuo's family would be so generous.

In the quiet room, Wang Ensheng stood inside the bead curtain, looked at Qingwan's disappearing figure, and said in a low voice, "My lord, since we have all taken pictures of the precious herbs we need, why do you still stay in Fenghua Building? Go back."

Before Wang Ensheng finished speaking, Xie Wufeng made a silent gesture, looked sharply at Wang Ensheng's back, and said indifferently, "It's better to do less than to do more. This young master likes to do things perfectly at once."

In the lobby, when Lu Zhenshan and Wang Ping'an were arguing, the attendant who brought tea and water to everyone happened to pass by, and was knocked to the ground by Lu Zhenshan's vigorously thrown arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The attendant hastily bowed to apologize, for fear that the grumpy young man in front of him would take his anger out on him.

"Where are your eyes?" Seeing the tea stains splashed on the corner of his clothes, Lu Zhenshan looked angry, and was about to pull out the long sword lying on the round table.

The attendant was so shocked that he hurriedly bowed his body deeper, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Bailin on the high platform quickly came to the round table, and said nervously, "The guest calm down, it's all the waiter's fault, please spare him this time."

As the deacon of Fenghualou, he didn't want to form an enmity with Misty Sword Sect over a trivial matter.

"who are you?"

Lu Zhenshan squinted at Zhang Bailin standing in front of him, and asked with cold eyes.

Although Fenghua Building has a good status in Yan Country, it is still not as good as Lu Zhenshan's aristocratic sect.

"Here is Zhang Bailin, the deacon of Fenghua Building. In order to compensate for your loss, we, Fenghua Building, can compensate you with some elixir."

Zhang Bailin kept his posture extremely low, and said in a humble tone.

As Fenghua Building opened its doors to do business, it was naturally unwilling to offend the disciples of these aristocratic sects. As a deacon, Zhang Bailin was very aware of the seriousness of the relationship.

These Jianghu warriors who possess martial arts can't afford to offend them the most. Once any accident happens, it will be very ugly for each other.

"It's not necessary, it's a small matter." Wang Ping'an didn't think it was a big deal.He thought in his heart, "It's Lu Zhenshan's fault. He overturned the tea served by the attendant with his wave. How could Fenghua Building pay for it?"

The attendant just passed by, Lu Zhenshan argued with him, in a moment of anger he shook his arm and knocked the tea he was carrying to the ground.

"Don't go down yet?"

Hearing the guests at the same table trying to smooth things over, Zhang Bailin hurriedly yelled at the attendants behind him.

The attendant tidied up the spilled tea on the ground, and was about to turn around and leave when Lu Zhenshan scolded him with displeasure.

"Who let you go?"

"Junior Brother Lu!"

Seeing this, Wang Ping'an's originally suppressed anger was also aroused, and he reprimanded in a cold tone.

After being shouted angrily, the lobby of Fenghua Building was completely quiet.

Wang Pingan glared at Lu Zhenshan angrily, and said seriously, "It's a trivial matter, why make such an unpleasant scene. Don't forget the important thing about our training."

Lu Zhenshan was initially intimidated by Wang Ping'an's aura, but he heard that the other party used the sect to suppress him.

Immediately, anger was burning in his heart, and with a "whoosh", the long sword on the round table was unsheathed half a foot, and a cold light pierced the eyes of everyone present.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Pingan pushed with his right hand, and pushed the black scabbard towards Lu Zhenshan. The scabbard and hilt were perfectly fitted together, and the cold light in the lobby disappeared instantly.

"you!"

Lu Zhenshan was about to pull out the long sword again, but a strong wind in the index finger of his right hand held the scabbard tightly, making him unable to pull out the long sword all the time.

At this time, Luo Jing, who just came in from the main entrance of Fenghua Building, was dressed in black black clothes, with long hair tied on a jade hairpin. He looked handsome. Seeing the two arguing again, he stepped forward and joked, "You two What kind of game is this brother playing? How about I record it, brother, and then go back and tell Master."

As he spoke, he took out the paper and pen from the bookcase behind him, and seriously prepared to paint.

When Wang Ping'an and Lu Zhenshan saw the bookcase behind Luo Jing, their brows jumped up in unison, and they shouted in unison, "Junior Brother Luo!"

With a smile on his face, Luo Jing held a pen in his right hand and stood upright in the air, silently looking at the long sword horizontally in front of the two of them.

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