The world's most favored alchemist

Chapter 51 The Man in White (2)
The corner of the Xiaoer's mouth twitched when he heard this, the beggar came to find fault with him, and he was still there to eat, no one from Dongqi would know that the Ruyi Inn's dishes are the best in Dongqi, and it takes a few taels for any dish Yinzi, the green vegetables, radishes, tofu and cabbage he mentioned are simply impossible to appear on the table. Those things are just the dishes of ordinary people's homes.

Xiao Er's face changed a few times, but finally he said patiently,
"The dishes ordered by the guest officer are not available in this restaurant."

Luoxi snorted heavily, spat rudely on the ground, and said in an aggressive tone,

"Isn't your wishful inn just trying to gain fame and steal your name? You don't even have such a simple dish. What kind of inn do you open? Why don't you quickly buy it from another inn."

The little girl blushed with anger at being robbed by Luoxi for a while, and wanted to argue a few words, but saw Luoxi's appearance as a rascal in the market, with one hand on his hip and one foot on the purple bamboo chair, so he had to swallow it , turned around and went to find the shopkeeper.

On the second floor, in another wing room on the left side, there are singing and dancing, the melodious and melodious sound of the piano, several beautiful women in colorful clothes fluttering, long sleeves waving, twisting their slender waists in the middle, one after another. She danced gracefully, her eyes were like silk, and sometimes she looked back shyly and glanced at the looming men with different styles, but the same noble and handsome men with extraordinary temperament, behind the veil.
"Emperor brother, what happened last night? Did you catch the troublemaker?"

The speaker was dressed in a purple brocade gown with a python belt embroidered with gold around his waist, and there was a hint of gloom in his delicate facial features.

"Hmph, if that damned thief falls into the hands of this king, this king will definitely cut him into pieces and feed him to the dogs."

The man in the blue brocade robe waved his hand and took off the bamboo hat that covered his face. He had a dark and handsome face, with sparse hair on his head. He didn't wear a jade crown, but tied it casually behind him with a ribbon, but it was obvious Too short black hair is mixed with a faint smell of pine oil

puff,

The boy in Tsing Yi on the opposite side couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of tea, but the smile on his face couldn't be suppressed no matter what, causing the man in blue clothes on the opposite side to give a fierce and warning stare,
The young man in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows, coughed lightly, and restrained himself a little, but the smile on his lips was still so obtrusive.

"So, it's as if that person entered your heavily guarded Prince Ye's mansion. Your subordinates, why didn't the Iron Eagle Thirteen Guards even see the other party's shadow clearly?"

Anxiously picked up the exquisite glass cup on the table, drank the amber nectar and jade liquid in one gulp,

"Brother Huang, you don't need to ask these trivial matters any more, I will handle it myself, but that idiot from Qingyang Palace, is it true that Brother Huang really wants to marry her as the Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace after her father's birthday?"

The prince snorted coldly, his face was gloomy like Shura who came out of hell, a bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eyes, and a cold smile curled up on the corners of his ruthless lips,
Using a fool to restrain King Qingyang is better than killing him with a single knife. Marrying Jinxuan will make King Qingyang serve him. Besides, Jinxuan is not only beautiful and dignified, but also proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The important point is that she is the eldest daughter of a direct descendant, so she is many times taller than that idiot by her birth, and her father is foolish enough to fall in love with that idiot.
"Hmph, if you want to marry into the East Palace, it also depends on whether she has that fate?"

The gloomy voice made one's scalp numb, and his heart trembled. King Ye glanced at the prince complicatedly, said nothing, and lowered his head to drink. His mood was not as pleasant as imagined, but a little more heavy.
(End of this chapter)