"Miss, he's like this, don't gamble." Xiaotong was very worried about Xi Qingyun.

"Xiaotong, I believe that your young lady will not suffer." Xi Qingyun comforted Xiaotong in a low voice.

"Seems to be yes." Xiaotong thought about it for a while, Miss seemed to wake up and became different, and she was able to save the day every time.

"Okay, I promise you, but if you lose, add one condition." Xi Qingyun sneered, such a punishment can be said, don't blame me for being merciless for a while! "You're going to leave one finger behind!"

"Okay, it's up to you to see if you're qualified." The shopkeeper Ye sneered, not overpowering.

"It's rare to be so fateful, don't you mind if this palace and the Eighth Emperor Brother and the Ninth Emperor Uncle come together to make questions and be witnesses. Rest assured, we will not take sides and ensure fairness, openness and fairness. A seductive voice came from the window seat on the second floor.

Feng Nanjing just saw Uncle Nine Emperor looking at that Xi Qingyun with great interest, and she was very curious about this woman who had been quite famous in Kyoto recently, so she said this sentence to them.

When they looked to the second floor, they saw a man standing, about 16 years old, wearing an ice-blue satin, a wide blue belt around his waist, and a jade pendant of fine quality on it. The long inky hair was casually tied with a golden hairpin, the skin was fair, and the facial contours were impeccablely perfect, exuding an innate nobility just by standing there. It seems that he is the Eighth Prince, Feng Nanjing.

The man on Feng Nanjing's left hand, about a little older, 17 years old, dressed in a purple robe, his black hair tightly tied up by a jade crown, sat there holding a glass cup, lowered his eyebrows, and tasted tea carefully. You can only see his side face, carved and angular, with a straight nose bridge, and a hint of uninhibited smile at the corner of his mouth. He is the fourth prince Feng Nanxian.

Sitting by the window is the Nine Princes, about 19 years old, with a flawless jade crown on his hair, still wearing a hideous ghost mask, only a carved chin and a white neck, exuding the innate noble temperament of the royal family, faintly and a little murderous. It just so happened that he turned his head to look at Xi Qingyun, even if he couldn't see clearly with a mask, but a pair of dark and deep ice eyes were still easy for people to fall into.

The three of them are here, and they have undoubtedly become a landscape, and everyone's eyes can't help but follow them, but they are afraid of the prestige of the ghost-faced prince and dare not stay for a long time.

"That's the grass people's honor." Shopkeeper Ye stammered, this is undoubtedly fair, who will help this fool who has just been divorced by the prince?

"After we discussed it, the three of us came up with a question and won two out of three games, do you think this is good?" The eighth prince, Feng Nanjing, looked at Xi Qingyun and said. This woman is not as ugly as the rumors outside, her smooth and fair face is full of angular coldness, and there is no birthmark. The rumors are not credible!

"The grass people have no opinion." Shopkeeper Ye replied.

"The folk girl has no opinion." Xi Qingyun replied.

"Okay, I'll come up with the first question." The Eighth Prince thought for a moment, "Since you are all cooking restaurants, then each send someone to cook a vegetarian meal, but you can't put meat and you have to eat the taste of meat, a stick of incense." "The imperial grandmother started fasting two years ago, devoted herself to the Buddha, copied scriptures every day, and it would be good if she could find delicious vegetarian food. The next time I accompany my grandmother to eat vegetarian food, I don't have to be so uncomfortable.

Shopkeeper Ye immediately arranged a cook to go into the kitchen to cook.

"Miss, what should I do, do you know how to cook?" Xiaotong said worriedly, Miss has never cooked anything.

"I've read some books before, don't worry." After Xi Qingyun became an agent, he would study cooking when he had time, and he always had to treat his stomach for working so hard, so he was not worried about this question.