Wuzhou is a big city, and Yuelai Inn is not comparable to that small place in Wuzhen.
On the first floor, there are sixty tables, half of which are occupied.
They are all Jianghu people wearing swords.
Among them are many young heroes and heroines who are just starting out.
They talked loudly and commented on the imperial court and martial arts masters.
When Wang Yi and his party entered Yuelai Inn, two hundred pairs of eyes almost focused on them.
"Sir, oh no, my lord, are you working as a supervisor or staying in a hotel? The private rooms on the second floor are all empty!"
The waiter was very enthusiastic, swung the towel and wiped the table next to the window sill.
Wang Yi glanced around and sat on a stool by the window: "Here are one hundred and fifty kilograms of cooked beef, thirty kilograms of red meat, and prepare eight guest rooms!"
The waiter smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
"Sir, is there no problem here?" Pang Long escorted the disaster relief money for the first time and was worried that something might happen.
People in the world are good at using poison.
Wang Yi looked out the window and said calmly: "Don't worry, brothers have been working hard for half a month. It's okay to take a rest. We will set off tomorrow and reach Beiyuan in one go."
Wang Yi said this, and Wang Ye and the other thirty-one imperial guards also relaxed.
Soon, the store brought a large pot of cooked beef.
Pang Long first tested it with a silver needle, and there was no problem.
The group ate heartily without caring about the people around them.
Wang Yi chewed a few mouthfuls at will and then swallowed it.
His bowels move and he digests cooked beef quickly.
One hundred and fifty kilograms of cooked beef and thirty kilograms of red meat went into the mouths of thirty-two people in just a short moment.
Opposite the Yuelai Inn is a Jiaoshi Square.
The women in the priest's square are all the family members of the ministers who committed crimes in the court.
Their fate is difficult and they can't help themselves.
Play the harp and make music to please the guests.
Even give of yourself.
My daughter, the price is naturally not low.
All those who came were dignitaries and businessmen.
The priest made a lot of money.
Next to the Dean's Square is the Spring Tower.
Chunlou holds an oiran selection contest every year.
There is a scholar who spends a lot of money just for a smile.
There are even scholars who become oirans and divorce their wives and abandon their children.
There are also oirans who have been waiting for ten years for a scholar, and finally they say: You have a little bit of red lips and thousands of people have tasted them, how can you be worthy of me, the number one scholar?
Those who are soft-hearted will suffer a lifetime.
Those who are cruel will live a rich life.
"Brother Yi, have you been to the Jiaoshifang?" Wang Zhi was itching.
He doesn't like Chunlou or anything like that.
Oiran? He doesn't have that much money either.
The priest's square is full of rich and noble ladies.
Especially those ladies, plump and juicy.
Just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable!
Wang Yi looked indifferent and said calmly: "What are you going to do there? It's expensive and burdensome, and you have to pay attention to the essence. It's harmful to no one. What, you want to go?"
Wang Ye's eyes widened and he quickly shook his head: "Brother Yi, why would I want to go? I'm just curious to see those scholars with kidney deficiency."
Wang Yi was too lazy to pay attention to Wang Ye.
If you have this time, you might as well practice martial arts.
Strength is the most important thing.
Women will only affect the speed at which he draws the sword.
"Pfft!"
The people in the building couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Haha, it's hard to spend money, but you still pay attention to the essence. Not bad, not bad. I wonder who will go to Chunlou in the future!"
Jianghu people know that practicing the "Kun" formula consumes energy and energy, but they can't control what's in their crotch.
At this time, a person walked in in front of the inn door.
The young man, wearing brocade clothes and leather boots, has an arrogant look in his eyes, and the disgust in his eyes is self-evident.
The young man came to Wang Yi and others and bowed his hands: "Everyone, my young master invites you!"
Wang Yi didn't answer.
Wang Ye immediately understood what Wang Yi meant: "Your young master wants to see us, come in person."
The young man suddenly became angry. Who was his young master? He was the number one young master in Wucheng.
In the past, no matter where people came from, when they passed through Wucheng, they would first visit their young master. There was no reason for his young master to visit other people.
Although the person in front of him was the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Guard, he was completely incomparable to his young master.
"My young master Wu Sheng." The young man emphasized his tone.
The people around him were shocked when they heard this.
"It's actually the eldest son."
"He is the eldest son, and that young man is his servant."
The eldest son Wu Sheng is the heir to the Wu family in Wucheng.
He is resourceful, has outstanding martial arts skills, and has an extraordinary status.
He is called one of the top ten young masters in the world.
With such a person, what woman wouldn't want to practice the "Kun" technique with him!
Wang Zhiyi was shocked.
He knew who this Wu Sheng was.
The Wu family has been passed down for thousands of years, and Wucheng was named after the Wu family.
There are no fewer than three innate masters in the Wu family.
This is on the surface, but secretly, there are still many innate masters.
Ancient families all have trump cards, and even more than one.
Wang Ye looked at Wang Yi.
Wang Yi ignored it at all and focused his eyes outside the window.
Wucheng is prosperous, but there are many beggars.
Among them, several beggars stared at him.
When he looked away, several beggars immediately changed their eyes and begged to passers-by.
"Is it a rat, or are all beggars like this?"
Beggars Gang, the largest gang in the world.
At the beginning of the founding of the Daming Dynasty, the Beggar Clan was extremely powerful.
Now, five hundred years later, the Beggar Clan still exists, but it is only a first-class sect. Not to be compared with the top ten sects in the world, it is not even a top sect.
Fallen!
"My lord, my young master has invited me!" the young man repeated, his tone even more unkind.
"If he wants to see me, let him come in person!" Wang Yi's words were cold.
The young man was so angry that if he were an ordinary person, he would have taken action long ago.
This is Jin Yiwei, and he doesn't dare to take action yet.
The young man snorted angrily, gritted his teeth, and finally left.
The guests in the inn saw Wang Yi being so tough and couldn't help but take a second look.
"What a great Jin Yiwei Commander, but he actually refused the invitation of Young Master Wu Sheng!"
"Haha, I am a royal guard, and I escort disaster relief funds. It is not normal to refuse Mr. Wu Sheng's invitation."
"I wonder if Young Master Wu Sheng will come in person!"
"Impossible. Who is Mr. Wu Sheng? How could he come to see the General Banner of the Imperial Guard in person?"
Yuelai Inn is a hundred feet away to the east, on the first floor.
Wangyue Tower.
The building is seven stories high, with eight corners on the roof.
Green Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu guard the west.
The carved beams and painted buildings are ingenious.
On the roof of Wangyue Tower, a young man in white is holding a folding fan, standing with his hands behind his back, looking towards the east.
A jade pendant hangs from a gold and jade belt.
There is a word engraved on the jade pendant: Wu!
Boom, boom, boom!
A young man dressed as a servant hurriedly walked up to the Moon Tower.
"My eldest son, that royal guard is so rude. He actually asked you to go see him in person."
The young man in white had a faint smile on his lips: "Since the General Banner asked me to see him in person, let's go and have a look!"
The servant's eyes widened: "Master, do you want to see him in person?"
The young man in white did not answer, but walked down the Moon Tower with a folding fan in hand.
"Wang Yi, General Banner of Jinyiwei, you give me such an extraordinary feeling, let me, Wu Sheng, see what kind of person you are?"
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