Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

A moment later, Chen Yanzhou and Huang Rong successfully entered the city.

As soon as I entered the city, I was hit by a cacophony of noise.

Shops lined both sides of the street, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and bargaining filled the air.

The street was bustling with activity as vendors sold rouge and face powder, fried dough sticks, and performed acrobatics.

Although Huang Rong was the daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master, she had always stayed on Peach Blossom Island and had little experience. Even when she sneaked out, she only saw Zhangjiakou. Now, seeing the bustling world, she was overwhelmed with wonder.

She grabbed a sugar figurine with her left hand and touched the silk on the stall with her right. Her bright, lively eyes darted around, finding everything new and exciting.

"Look at your pathetic self."

Chen Yanzhou stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a spoiled young master bringing his country cousin to the city, with a look of disdain on his face.

Huang Rong, staring at the freshly baked sesame cakes and swallowing hard, mumbled a retort: ​​"Mind your own business! I'm doing it my way!"

"Alright, alright, whatever you're happy to do." Chen Yanzhou didn't argue with her, and pointed to the most impressive three-story building in front of them. "Come on, I'll show you what real 'worldliness' is all about."

It was past lunchtime, but the building was still bustling with activity. Waiters carried trays and moved about like lightning, and the rich aroma of wine and meat could tempt people across half a street.

The two of them were indeed dressed rather shabby.

Chen Yanzhou's clothes were torn to shreds by tree branches, and Huang Rong was in no better shape. Although she had washed her face, her linen clothes were full of patches, and she was wearing snakeskin boots.

As soon as he stepped across the threshold, a sharp-eyed waiter stepped forward to stop him.

"Go away, go away! Where did this beggar come from? Go beg in the back alley..."

Before he could finish speaking, the shopkeeper, who was fiddling with the abacus behind the counter, suddenly looked up.

Upon seeing who it was, the shopkeeper jumped three feet high, almost dropping his abacus. He scrambled out from behind the counter, his fat face trembling.

"Oh my goodness! My little darling! You've finally shown up!"

The shopkeeper shoved aside the clueless waiter, then approached Chen Yanzhou with a beaming smile, looking as if he wanted to kowtow to Chen Yanzhou on the spot.

"Sir, please hurry, please come to the private room upstairs!"

Chen Yanzhou nodded calmly: "The usual, a window seat on the second floor."

"We've kept it! We've always kept it for you!"

The innkeeper bowed and led the way, shouting into the kitchen as he went, "Where's the head chef! Stop dawdling! Bring out all your best dishes! Master Chen is back!"

This shout drew the attention of all the diners in the lobby.

Upon seeing that it was the legendary "God of Wealth," many merchants who knew Chen Yanzhou stood up and bowed respectfully. Chen Yanzhou responded to each of them with a smile, his composed demeanor hardly resembling that of a beggar.

Once you reach the private room on the second floor and open the window, you'll see the bustling street scene of Xiangyang.

The two sat down, and the innkeeper personally served them fragrant tea and handed them the menu, looking at Chen Yanzhou expectantly.

Chen Yanzhou pushed the menu in front of Huang Rong: "Order, don't be shy."

Huang Rong took the menu, glanced at the names of the dishes, and her throat involuntarily bobbed.

Crystal-clear braised pork, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, eight-treasure duck, crab meat lion's head meatballs...

Just looking at the name makes my stomach rumble.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to announce the names of the dishes, Huang Rong suddenly stopped.

She looked up warily, staring at Chen Yanzhou suspiciously: "This time... I don't have to pay, right?"

The painful experience I had at Changqing Tower in Zhangjiakou last time is still vivid in my mind.

Seeing her expression, Chen Yanzhou smiled and took a sip: "What? Afraid I'll sell you here to pay for your meals?"

"Hmph, you're full of bad intentions. Who knows what you're up to?" Huang Rong gripped the menu tightly, her mouth watering, but she remained rational.

"Don't worry." Chen Yanzhou put down his teacup, pointed to Juxianlou, and said, "I own a stake in this building. Even if you live here and eat here for a year, you won't bankrupt me, let alone eat one meal here."

Huang Rong's eyes lit up.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and her usual domineering spirit immediately returned.

She slammed the menu on the table, pointed to the most expensive dishes at the top, and said rapidly, "This, this, and this! One Eight Treasure Duck, and two jars of Daughter's Red Wine, to rinse our mouths first!"

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper smiled and looked at Chen Yanzhou.

Chen Yanzhou waved his hand: "Listen to her, do as she says."

"Alright!"

Before long, the tables were filled with a flowing array of dishes.

The delicious dishes, with their perfect color, aroma, and taste, are steaming hot, and the fragrance of wine fills the air.

The two of them didn't bother with formalities, and their chopsticks fell like raindrops.

"Mmm! This is delicious!" Huang Rong picked up a piece of tender duck meat and stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, her face full of happiness. "It's a million times better than that fishy snake gall!"

Chen Yanzhou, his mouth greasy with food, tore off a chicken leg and said, "That's right, don't you know whose territory this is?"

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

The two leaned back in their chairs, looking at the myriad lights outside the window, feeling as if they were in another world.

"This world is still the best." Chen Yanzhou picked his teeth and squinted his eyes contentedly.

Time flies in the mountains. Although he mastered unparalleled martial arts, the loneliness of being isolated from the world was something that most people could not endure.

Huang Rong held the jar of unfinished daughter's red wine, her little face flushed.

Just then, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps suddenly came from the stairwell.

"Knock knock knock!"

It sounds like someone is stomping on the floorboards.

Immediately afterwards, a ragged old beggar came up, carrying a bamboo stick in his hand.

It was Lu Youjiao, an elder of the Beggars' Sect.

Lu Youjiao was panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, clearly having run all the way here.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Lu Youjiao saw Chen Yanzhou sitting with his legs crossed, picking his teeth. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said irritably.

"Yanzhou, you brat!"

As he spoke, Lu Youjiao strode over.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yanzhou quickly sat up straight, looked at Lu Youjiao, and smiled, "Grandpa Lu, you came very quickly!"

Lu Youjiao didn't reply. He rushed to the table, slammed the dog-beating stick on it, and made the plates and bowls jump around.

He looked Chen Yanzhou up and down several times, and seeing that Chen Yanzhou was only a little dark-skinned, a little thin, and had a long beard, but was still in good physical condition, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"You brat, you just disappeared without a word, without even leaving a message! I'm going crazy with worry!"

Chen Yanzhou touched his nose, looking completely innocent: "I clearly left a letter before I left."

Upon hearing this, Lu Youjiao rolled his eyes and pointed at Chen Yanzhou's nose, cursing.

"A letter? You have the nerve to mention that letter?"

"You saw it all, why are you still so anxious?" Chen Yanzhou raised an eyebrow.

Lu Youjiao looked at him, who looked constipated, and said, "Don't you have any self-awareness about your own handwriting?"

Chen Yanzhou's smile froze.

Although he has a photographic memory, his calligraphy... is indeed a major weakness.

"Besides, how many words could I possibly know?"

"Aren't you asking someone to do something they can't?"