"Dear guest, do you need anything else?" the chief steward asked gently.
"No, no." Yun Qingyan shook her head repeatedly, her heart already starting to bleed for her empty money bag.
However, in order to resurrect the blazing phoenix, she is willing to give up all her belongings.
After collecting the blood ginseng essence and nightshade water, Yun Qingyan went back to the hotel without even looking at Ai Feng and the others.
He's just a clown, not worth her trouble.
Ai Feng and others who were ignored were so depressed that they wanted to vomit blood. Is there anything more disgusting than a guy you regard as your opponent who doesn't take you seriously
"My lords, do you have any needs?" The chief minister looked at Ai Feng and the others gently.
They looked at each other for several years, and when they saw the prices on the elixirs around them, they shook their heads and left the eighth floor.
They can't afford the consumption on the eighth floor, but they can still take a look at the elixirs on the sixth and seventh floors.
The ninth floor of Baicaotang, which is not open to the public...
The man in green holding the white chess piece paused.
He was dressed in green clothes with cloud patterns, and he had the elegance of a master who was indifferent to the world and aloof from the world. His black hair flowed down like a waterfall, and his hair was gently pulled back with a very simple mutton-fat white jade. His whole body exuded a sense of elegance. Freehand and romantic.
If Ruoyun Qingyan was here, she would definitely recognize him. He was the man in green whom she 'blackmailed' the senior Baicao Order in Baicao Hall.
"Why don't you make a move?" A lazy and low voice sounded across from him, as clear as a spring hitting a stone, and with a touch of natural elegance.
Silver-like hair falling on the soft white fox skin, a pair of holy and clear platinum-gold eyes, a face as delicate as a Western relief but still noble, who is this if not His Royal Highness the Holy Son of the Palace
However, the Holy Son in private does not have the holy, gentle and dust-free temperament in the daytime. Rather than being a son of God who is compassionate and caring for the world, he is better said to be an elegant nobleman with a natural nobility. , with a bit of a fox-like cunning temperament.
"I feel a familiar aura." Donglou Zhu dropped the white pieces in his hand, with a spring-like smile on his face, "The token I dropped by accident a few years ago is back.
But... it was two years later than I thought. "
An ugly ghost-like face covered with blue spots flashed in his mind, but he was very cunning and agile, with Donglouzhu's red lips slightly raised.
He thought she should have arrived long ago, and she didn't come here two years late.
Could it be...that his vision failed this time
"Does it interest you?" Gong Moxi showed some interest, "What kind of person is he?"
Dong Louzhu took a shallow sip of tea, raised his eyes and glanced at the Holy Son in front of him, remembering that day when the girl was setting up a condom with every word, the curvature of the corner of her mouth could not help but deepen, "She? Just like someone, It’s a fox.”
Those charming eyes like an ink painting glanced at Gong Moxi, "But this person is a white fox. He looks white, but his heart is dark.
At least she was fair and honest. "If you want to blackmail him, you can do it so straightforwardly!"
When Gong Moxi heard this, the black man in his hand fell down, but his face remained calm, "A white fox with a black heart? I'd like to get to know him."
Donglou Zhujun's face twitched slightly. He was sure that this person definitely didn't understand, but deliberately pretended not to understand.
Dong Louzhu sighed in his heart and stopped mentioning that topic. He changed his tone and joked leisurely -
(End of chapter)