"Who are you?" The doorman in front of the National Teacher's Mansion stopped the richly dressed man with a mask on his head, his eyes full of doubts.

He was dressed like he didn't look like the people they were here, and suddenly, the doorman thought of something, and just as he was about to ask, he heard the man say, "I'm here to find your national teacher." ”

The breeze gently blew the ends of his hair, and the mask on his face covered half of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Our national teacher is not in the house." When he heard what the other party came to Du Heng, the doorman was stunned, and then said to him.

Hearing this, the Holy Son frowned, she was not in the house?

"What about the Loose Son?"

He asked with a tentative mentality, but just when he didn't have an idea, he unexpectedly heard the doorman's words.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World has gone out early in the morning, and at this time he should be investigating the assassin who murdered the Holy Son." When the doorman said this, his eyes couldn't help but secretly look at the person in front of him.

This person's appearance is very similar to the dress of the Holy Son, could it be the Holy Son?

The man did not speak, but was shocked by his words.

It seems that he didn't expect that the national teacher and His Royal Highness the Prince would live together.

When the masked man came to his senses, he turned around and left, and the two white-robed servants behind him hurriedly followed, still calling 'Holy Son' in their mouths.

"He would!" The doorman looked at the departing figure in horror, and felt a panic in his heart, but fortunately he hadn't offended him just now.

Otherwise, it would have been terrible, but fortunately, the national teacher taught them to be kind to others.

Here, the Holy Son of the Southern Regions was walking on the street, looking at the vendors coming and going on the street, but he suddenly found that there was a different writing, so many vendors, but there was no one on the street.

"Childe? What's wrong with this? When he stood still on the street, the little guy next to him looked puzzled and couldn't help asking.

Isn't that a good walk? Why did it stop all of a sudden?

"How can there be so few people on this street?" It stands to reason that this is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, the capital is important, why are there so few people on the street?

The vendor next to him who heard his words couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's not because of that Qiantong Club!" It's just stealing business with our bosses! ”

It was an old woman who sold hairpin jewelry, her jewelry here is not very novel, and most of them are handmade, not worth a few dollars, but even if it is worthless, but before the Qiantong Club was built, her business was also very good, and the ladies of the dignitaries would also come to her stall to choose when shopping.

But after the Qiantong Club was supervised, her business plummeted, which was something she had never thought about, but it was realized!

But when she complained so casually, she suddenly gasped, what was she talking about just now!

The origin of the Qiantong Club was built by the National Teacher! She's about to say it! I don't know if anyone heard it.

"Auntie, what do you mean by that? What is Qiantong Clubhouse? The little servant beside the Holy Son saw him listening attentively, and asked cleverly.

Sure enough, after asking what he said, the Holy Son did not show a look of displeasure.

However, when he asked, he found that the old woman looked nervous and panicked, and he didn't know what he was afraid of.

Thinking so, he asked.

The old woman sighed again, and looked around, she was in a remote location, and the surrounding stalls had also died out quickly after the Qiantong Club came out, and now only her family was left.

So he slowly complained, "If you want to talk about Qiantong Club, you have to start from a few months ago, at that time, it was rumored in the capital that Qiantong Club was a collection of eating, drinking and playing,......"

After listening to the old woman's words, the three of them were stunned, and their eyes were full of astonishment, how could there be such a talent in this world?

I can even think of putting eating, drinking, and playing together, so that it is equivalent to playing several projects in one place!

Also, what is the hot pot invented by the National Teacher? Is it really that delicious? Or is it a daily limit?

For a moment, several people were intrigued by her words.

The two little guys were a little eager to try, staring at him with burning eyes, and their eyes were full of 'Go! Let's take a look! ’

It was also because the eyes of the two attendants were too hot, perhaps it was a trace of curiosity in the bottom of his heart, and the Holy Son was also a little moved, and he was about to walk towards the outside of the city, but he was caught by the old woman, "Wait! You've delayed me for so long, and you're gone? Don't buy something? It's okay to send the girl you like! ”

The old woman hadn't opened for several days, and now that someone finally came to her stall, she had to seize this opportunity, even if all three of them were men, she didn't want to let go!

In the end, the Holy Son was helpless, frowned and motioned to the entourage around him to give money, chose a piece of jewelry at random, and the three of them went straight out of the city.

I thought I was going to look for it, but when they just walked out of the city gate, they saw a lot of people walking towards a place, looking over, and sure enough, they saw this tall building by the river not far away, and they were faintly excited in their hearts, and the three of them walked towards that place.

"Holy ...... Son! There are too many people here! However, there are so many good things to eat here! I just saw a lot of delicious food written on the door frame, and I heard that there are still activities! No wonder there are so many people queuing. ”

"Isn't it? Childe, let, Childe? What about the childe? ”

"Childe!"

The crowd was too dense, the three people from the southern regions had never seen such a scene, and for a while, they were scattered by the crowd, and the Holy Son was immediately drowned in the sea of people, and the two entourages quickly searched for it in the sea of people.

"Dare to ask this son, are you going to go in and eat hot pot?" On the third floor of the Qiantong Club, a man in a white mask suddenly stopped a dark-colored man, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes, as if he was taking the initiative to stop someone for the first time.

The man who was stopped looked at him and nodded at him suspiciously, "yes, what's wrong?" ”

The man in the white mask hesitated, and finally said his rude request under the man's impatient gaze, "I, can I buy the number plate in your hand?" ”

He was attracted by the fragrance of this hot pot, but the things here don't look at people or money, only look at the number plate!

He stood at the door and observed, and found that only the person with the number plate could enter, so he moved his mind to spend money to buy the number plate.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that he was willing to pay a high price to buy this number plate, but the owner of this number plate was not happy, "Who are you and me, am I a person for money?" You must know that the hot pot number plate of this Qiantong Club is a priceless thing in the market, and you actually want to buy me! I bought it at a high price, too! "

As he spoke, the man just shook his hand away, and then was about to go in, but was stopped by the masked man again, "Wait! Can I share a table with you, with you? ”

A quarter of an hour later, inside the hot pot restaurant.

A man in a white mask and a man in a black brocade costume were talking to each other, and they both kept stuffing food into their mouths.

And here they are frantically looking for their lost Highness the Holy Son, his eyes are full of anxiety, his mouth is panting, his hands are on his hips, and his eyes quickly scan the surrounding environment.

"Ah Zheng! You see! Is that person sitting at the window our Son? Suddenly, one of the white-robed attendants pulled down the other attendant beside him, and their eyes turned to the direction of the fingers in his hand.

At this glance, both of them were stunned, what did they see?

They actually saw a person similar to their Holy Son's Highness Zhang eating with a strange man?

Is that man their Son?

The two glanced at each other, took a closer look, and it was really His Highness the Holy Son!

"Your Highness! Why did you come here to eat? What is this? Couldn't it be the legendary hot pot? ”

The two of them exclaimed in surprise at the man in the white mask.

But they didn't notice that the people around them had already turned their attention to them.

"His Highness the Holy Son? The Son from the South? Suddenly, someone in the hot pot restaurant inadvertently said a word, and suddenly it was like a stone falling into the water, which alarmed the surroundings.

"His Highness the Holy Son? Is that His Highness the Son? I heard that the Holy Son wore a mask. The man also wears a mask, so it can't be him! ”

"The Holy Son of the Southern Regions has actually come to the national teacher's hot pot restaurant! God, I'm not dreaming, am I? ”

“......”

All of a sudden, both the hot pot restaurant and the surrounding people rushed over, and in an instant, the Holy Son of the Southern Regions was surrounded in the center.

Even if he wanted to run, it would be impossible for him to jump off the third floor!

In the end, he had to escape with the embarrassment of the two entourages with Ran Niang in the presence of him.

"His Highness the Holy Son? What are you? Oh! Want to eat hot pot, right? You just tell the emperor directly, I have already told the imperial chef all the recipes, and they will make it. ”

When Du Heng rushed over when he heard the news, he saw the Holy Son of the Southern Regions sitting in the management of the Qiantong Club with an iron face, and Ran Niang had been accompanying him.

Walking in, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, he slowly sat down, looking at this Southern Regions Holy Son with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

I didn't expect that this person who poisoned himself as soon as they met, and the person who watched the show in front of the emperor and hundreds of civil and military officials, would have such an embarrassing scene.

"I heard that the hot pot of the National Teacher is a must-have in Beijing, so this holy son naturally eats authentic food."