Rong Qingjiu listened to the footsteps of everyone, and after everyone went out, he laid out a brocade quilt embroidered with light-colored flowers on a purple background, and fell down on his back. The pen %fun www.biquge.info%pavilion hesitated a little in his hand, and took out the brocade bag that he had just hidden in his sleeve pocket, in fact, it can't be called a brocade, it is a small bag sewn from a gray cloth. A cloth bag the size of half a palm is inconspicuous even if it is thrown on the ground, and no one will pick it up.

Looking at the cloth bag over and over again, Rong Qingjiu finally pulled out the tie on the bag.

Fighting, there was a knock on the door, and a clear male voice sounded, "Miss Rong, are you sleeping?" ”

Rong Qingjiu's apricot eyes narrowed, here! stood up with one hand, tied the cloth bag and stuffed it into the sleeve pocket, straightened the slightly messy Confucian skirt on his body, settled down, and walked to the door.

"What's the matter?" Rong Qingjiu asked in a calm tone. Another one who knows what my name is, and the other party already knows the news after being reborn.

"Miss Rong, my master wants to see you." The people outside the door seemed patient.

Rong Qingjiu touched his cuffs, the other party had been waiting for no one in his house to send someone to invite, obviously he would not let him bring any with him. It's just that if the other party lets you go, you must go, no matter where you are, you must not let yourself be passive. After thinking about it, Rong Qingjiu laughed lightly again, isn't this passive enough, forget it, it's okay to explore the truth and reality.

"Wait a minute." Rong Qingjiu turned around and walked to the desk, opened the burden placed on it, and picked out a silver-white wool cloak to replace the embroidered cloak on his body. In modern times, in order to better grasp the psychological changes of the partner, he has taken several psychological classes, and there is one point that Rong Qingjiu thinks deeply. A person's first impression often plays a decisive role in a person's overall evaluation, and once the first impression is formed, it will not be easily changed, and it will always affect the process of future interactions between the two parties. Rong Qingjiu wants to create a cold impression this time, to put it in layman's terms, this bone is not easy to gnaw! After all, isn't it a good condition to bluff people because of your own life experience?

Rong Qingjiu opened the door with a cold face and glanced at the waiter at the door, "Let's go." ”

"Yes, please come with me." The green-clothed young man didn't look at Rong Qingjiu and walked towards the escalator in the center.

Rong Qingjiu followed, slowly looking at the translucent steps under his feet, is this planning to get off the horse. Floor by floor, two green-clothed teenagers on each floor guarded, and after four floors, they finally reached the ninth floor.

"Miss Rong, the master is waiting for you inside." The young man in green took Rong Qingjiu to the only door on the ninth floor, bent down and took a few steps back, and stood at the escalator.

Rong Qingjiu nodded, and directly stretched out his hand to push open the door in front of him. Hmm, it's so heavy that you can't push it away at all. Yu Guang glanced at the young man in green who was standing on the edge of the escalator indifferent, and Rong Qingjiu walked directly to the young man.

There was a hint of ridicule in the young man's eyes, thinking that Rong Qingrong was going to ask for help as his master had signaled. But I saw Rong Qingjiu passing in front of him without care, and went down the stairs without stopping.

The young man in green suddenly became frightened, if he let Rong Qingjiu go downstairs and return to his room like this, let the master wait for Bai, and he wouldn't have to appear here tomorrow!

"Miss Rong wait a minute, I'll open the door for the girl!" The young man in green made a gesture to hold Rong Qingjiu.

One sideways, Rong Qingjiu dodged steadily. The little green in front of him doesn't seem to know martial arts, otherwise he can't hide from his own, but he still has to be on guard.

"Miss Rong!" The boy in green was even more nervous.

"Let's go ahead and get me in." Rong Qingjiu didn't really want to leave, but if even a slave could be bullied on his head, he really didn't have to continue that conversation later.

The young man in green was afraid that Rong Qingjiu would change his mind, so he looked back several times to see if Rong Qingjiu had followed, and quickly walked to the door and pushed it open, "Miss Rong, please." ”

Rong Qingjiu walked in casually, I didn't expect that this green clothes didn't know martial arts, but the strength was very great, maybe each green clothes had their own characteristics, or maybe they were all atmospheric.

Inside, there is an air of luxury. A naked girl dancing in the roses with only a piece of plain training, the girl's eyes are half-closed, the smile is very charming, and the blood-colored petals are dancing more enchanting and intoxicating. If you can ignore the bloody wounds on the girl's pale body, which were cut by rose thorns, Rong Qingjiu felt that he could still appreciate art. His heart was uneven, but his face was calm, and he walked past the dancing girl, Rong Qingjiu walked towards the position next to the main seat.

Maybe this dance is for me, maybe not, but no matter what, it has nothing to do with me, does it? Rong Qingjiu is not a kind-hearted person, maybe it was, it was just once.

Without looking at the person sitting on the main seat, he picked a seat and sat down, Rong Qingjiu forced himself to continue to look at the dancing girl.

buckle, the person on the main seat knocked on the hand of the carved ancient wooden seat under him.

The piano stopped, the girls stopped, and they knelt down one after another.

"Miss Rong is at ease." The people on the seat continued to knock on their hands, looking at Rong Qingjiu, feeling a little depressed.

Rong Qingjiu was about to let go of his breath and suddenly held back again, "The host's family is well-entertained, so he is naturally at ease." ”

"If you don't look at people talking, Miss Rong's upbringing is not very good." The people in the upper seat stopped knocking on their hands and spoke calmly.

Rong Qingjiu picked up the teacup next to him, lifted the lid, the tea soup was golden and translucent, and the tea was fragrant, which was the best tea. After looking at it twice, he closed it again, put it back to his side, and only said nothing.

The people on the seat looked at it, and their hearts became more and more unhappy, "Miss Rong thinks my tea is not good?" "I just bought cloud whale tea, ten gold and one or two teas, how can it be bad!

Rong Qingjiu looked at the people on the seat, wearing a purple robe embroidered with a few white bamboos, noble and elegant, with black hair half scattered and half pulled, only a green hosta was simply fixed. On the jade-like face, a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, a straight nose bridge, and a gorgeous appearance.

It's eye-catching, Rong Qingjiu secretly admired, but life is still more important than anything else, "The tea is very good, but this tea is yours, so I don't dare to drink it." ”

The people on the seat chuckled, "Miss Rong is direct, by the way, she has no surname below, her name is Sangyu." ”

"Although the North Sea is credit, it can be picked up. The east corner has passed, and it is not too late for mulberry elm. That's a good name. Rong Qingjiu shrugged, is there no surname?

"Good poetry! Wine and wine are so stylish! Just by my name, I can write poetry casually. Sang Yu's eyes lit up, and his face was full of admiration.

Rong Qingjiu was stunned for a moment, but he forgot that this is another world, Wang Bo's "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" does not exist, but this Sang Yu is a wonderful person, and it will make people unconsciously let down their vigilance! If it weren't for that wine, I guess I would have been talking to him stupidly like this all the time! Rong Qingjiu is cold all over his body, and he instantly raises his vigilance!

"I'm leaving Fan Jincheng tomorrow." Rong Qingjiu planned to shoot straight in.

The admiration on Sang Yu's face was taken back little by little, and his eyes were a little cold, "No." ”