After spending a deposit of a hundred gold coins, he had to eat something to suppress his shock.

According to Ryoko, from the beginning of the auction to the end of the auction, guests are not allowed to touch the lots.

Baisheng Zhai has a full-time treasure connoisseur sitting in the warehouse to ensure that each lot is genuine before leaving the warehouse, once a guest takes a picture of the favorite baby, there will be a Xuanba level of guards to send the treasure to the hands of the auctioneer.

In other words, Ling Luoyu only had the opportunity to touch it after taking a picture of the next screen.

Liangzi respectfully presented a picture album with both hands: "Third young master, the wind is strong, this is the lot we want to auction today, the two young masters, please take a look...... The little one is just outside the door, if there's something, just call it! ”

Ling Luoyu bit the apple, waved his hand carelessly to let him wait outside the door, got up and walked to the small terrace.

The layout of Parkson Zhai is similar to that of the opera house, with six floors and dozens of arched terraces, all surrounding the hall downstairs.

In the middle of the hall is a high platform with a carved wooden table in red satin, which is supposed to be the place where the lots are placed.

Ling Luoyu's original intention was to do it before a screen of laughter turned to the stage, but now it seems that she is going to find another way.

Feng Chenglin squeezed to her side, nibbling on the watermelon without any image.

"What are you looking at?"

Ling Luoyu was about to say a perfunctory word, but he jumped up like a ghost and pointed to a terrace on the third floor.

Left ...... Miss Zuo......"

Ling Luoyu stared at it, only to see a flash of purple clothes, and saw nothing.

"What Miss Zuo?"

"My daughter-in-law...... No...... My grandfather is going to tell my daughter-in-law ......" Feng Chenglin is going to stay: "She is Zuo Shilang's daughter, Miss Zuo Furong...... Hibiscus...... What a beautiful name! ”

The corners of Ling Luoyu's lips twitched, and his eyes looked at the fat man with a little more disgust.

Does this girl know what is called self-knowledge?

Zuo Furong, she has heard of it, not to mention the beauty of the person, she is even more versatile.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, female embroidery, people are proficient in everything, and more importantly, she broke into the cultivation of Xuanling at the young age of fifteen.

Such a talented female beauty, how many sons and brothers are salivating, and he is a fat man who brazenly wants to take a kick.

"Dead fatty, you're shameless! How can you blaspheme a beautiful woman like Miss Fleur? I advise you, wash and sleep! ”

Ling Luoyu's words made Feng Chenglin's expression a little gloomy for an instant, and he threw the watermelon dejectedly and sat down to one side.

"I know I'm not worthy of her...... So just think about it in your heart! You think, I really don't know how many pounds and taels I have?! ”

The gloom of the wind into the forest made Ling Luoyu unbearable.

Since ancient times, heroes love beauties, and although Feng Chenglin is a bear at best, he also has the right to pursue love.

"Dead fatty, what is the use of knowing how many pounds and taels you have? Gotta let her know......"

Feng Chenglin raised his head in astonishment: "What did you say?" ”

"Of course it's a confession to her!"

"No, no, no! If she refuses, won't I be embarrassed and thrown home? ”

Ling Luoyu scoffed: "You don't even have the spirit of DIAO silk, how can you soak in the goddess?" ”！

She grabbed Feng Chenglin's collar and dragged it up: "Follow me......"

The third floor of Parkson Zhai is reserved for female guests, and no man is allowed to enter without permission.