"Thank you."

As soon as Ji Qingge's words fell, the coachman drove the carriage away.

Looking up at the restaurant, there are a few gilded characters: "Jinghu Yiyuan Restaurant". She only felt that the place was so strict, like the imperial palace near Jinghu, giving people a kind of deterrent.

In the memory of the original owner, there are fragments of her childhood dining with her family at Jinghu Yiyuan Restaurant.

Jinghu Yiyuan Restaurant can be called the royal restaurant of the Xiyue Dynasty. The guests who went in to dine were either princes or princes and nobles.

Di Jinxuan chose the dining place in the Royal Restaurant, which is quite consistent with his identity. It's just that she is penniless now, and she is about to marry into King Xiao's mansion the day after tomorrow, and she has no money to buy a dowry......

With many concerns, Ji Qingge had to consider a practical problem: how to return to the General's Mansion as soon as possible, and let Ji Mochu make some compensation for the sold objects.

Ji Qingge walked forward with her head held high, thinking that this meal would cost five million taels of silver, and she also had to feast generously to her life-saving benefactor, and she couldn't be stingy.

It is said that the craftsman will not die of hunger, won't she know how to heal?

It is said that this Xiyue Dynasty is prosperous and prosperous, and you can't find a way to make a fortune?

As soon as Ji Qingge walked to the door of the restaurant, he saw Di Jinxuan standing in the luxurious hall of the restaurant. Dressed in white clothes, he is as noble as a god. It didn't feel like she was having dinner with him, but like she was invigilating.

Just as he was about to say hello, he saw Di Jinxuan's right index finger on his lips and made a silent movement. Said: "Let's go, the private room on the fourth floor." ”

"The Shopkeeper's ......"

I didn't even see the shopkeeper of the restaurant when I entered the door, Di Jinxuan's cold and arrogant aura was inevitably too strong, right?

"My son has chartered this restaurant tonight, and the shopkeeper and the shopkeepers have been waiting outside the private room for a long time." Di Jinxuan's sword eyebrows raised lightly, and he said quite proudly.

Ji Qingge knew that ordinary princes could only enter the private room on the third floor to eat, and the prince who entered the private room on the fourth floor was either the prince of the East Palace or the prince with military achievements.

Di Jinxuan belongs to the latter.

"The private room selected by the third prince must be the best one in the whole restaurant." Ji Qingge took the opportunity to praise a few words.

When I walked to the door of the private room on the fourth floor, I saw a middle-aged man in a light purple robe, who greeted him with a smile on his face. He pushed open the door of the antique private room, bent down and saluted: "Third son, son, please inside." ”

Di Jinxuan bowed slightly, and walked to the dining table with Ji Qingge.

On the dining table is a delicate fruit bowl with fried melon seeds and dried fruits. In addition, there are various pastries on the plate, which will make you appetizing when you look at it.

Ji Qingge and Di Jinxuan sat opposite each other in the window position.

After the shopkeeper of the restaurant personally served the tea, he said, "Please use it slowly." ”

After speaking, the shopkeeper withdrew from the private room and gently closed the door of the private room.

Ji Qingge picked up the purple sand teacup and said with a light smile: "There are no outsiders here, so I'll call the prince the prince." Let the little woman replace the wine with tea and toast the prince. ”

"Okay."

Di Jinxuan smiled evilly and said, "How Qingge wants to call this king can be discussed in private. It is good to replace wine with tea, but the king has instructed the shopkeeper to prepare wine and food in the room. ”

I wanted to say that tea and snacks are a good match, but I wanted to say that she had injuries on her body and was inconvenient to drink. But he said that he had prepared the food and drinks, so she had to put aside her worries and accompany her life-saving benefactor.

After tasting the Bifeng tea in Yancheng, there was a fragrant taste lingering between the lips and teeth, as sweet as honey. She picked up a piece of Ruyi pastry and put it in her mouth.

Sweet but not greasy, just like the delicious pastries tasted in the 21st century.

"There are pastries in the room, too." Di Jinxuan reminded lightly.

Ji Qingge stood up, followed him, and walked into the inner room. I saw that the walls of the inner room were the same as the outer rooms, all of them were golden, and the windows were inlaid with gold and jade, which was extremely luxurious.

It was Di Jinxuan, a god of war prince, who stood up to her, and his compelling momentum became even stronger. Fortunately, Ji Qingge was not afraid of this aura, she smiled lightly and came to the table to sit down.

This time, Di Jinxuan did not sit opposite her, but sat directly beside her.

There was a pipa sound in his ears, and Ji Qingge asked with a smile: "When I was a child, I followed my father to the restaurant for dinner, and a pipa girl came to sing. She looked at the zither on the table behind the screen, and said, "I didn't expect to come back after a few years, and it will change." ”

Di Jinxuan was slightly stunned when he heard this.

A few years ago, there were many pipa girls singing in Jinghu Yiyuan Restaurant, but most of those singers were singers from Beidanguo. They came to the imperial city of the Xiyue Dynasty to sing, not all for the purpose of getting paid.

Among those pipa girls, there are many Beitan spies who are mixed in Jing'an City.

Later, Yan Li's wife personally infiltrated the Pipa Girl's team and successfully eliminated the female secret agent. It's just that Mrs. Yan has half of the Beitan blood, and because of this matter, she and Yan Li, as well as Ji Mochen, have provoked a lot of right and wrong.

Those things, Di Jinxuan expected that Ji Qingge didn't know.

In order to make her position clear, Mrs. Yan Li personally went to the battlefield in northern Xinjiang to fight bloodily, and finally sacrificed her life for the country. In the years since her death, there have been various rumors about her.

Especially after Ji Mochen's death, the kind of rumors about Mrs. Yan are even worse.

In Ji Qingge's mind, there are very few memories of Mrs. Yan Li. So when Di Jinxuan mentioned Mrs. Yan, she was stunned for a few seconds before she said truthfully: "I don't have much impression anymore." ”

I thought that she just came through time, where can I remember the people and things that the original owner didn't remember much? Besides, isn't he here to eat?

It's not good to enjoy the table full of delicacies, but I talked to her about her cousin's family, what routine do you want to play?

"Tonight, you're hosting this king's banquet, why don't you plan to play a song for this king?" Di Jinxuan's eyes flashed with a touch of cunning, pointed to the zither behind the screen, and said to Ji Qingge.

In the past, when he was in the camp of the Qi army, when he practiced martial arts at Ji Mochen, he listened to General Ji's wife play the guzheng.

Ji Qingge smiled awkwardly, elegantly carried the gin jug, and said to Di Jinxuan: "Lord Wang, let's talk while eating." I've been locked up in the firewood room for six years, and I'm afraid the tunes I'm playing will be very noisy. ”

I thought to myself, if everything was revealed, wouldn't the gap between her and the original owner be too big?

It's unfamiliar for the time being, and then you can show your hands later.

Di Jinxuan smiled lightly and said, "Okay." His gaze stayed on the gin jug, "With your amount of wine, how many glasses can you drink with this king?" In fact, the wine jug contained medicinal wine, which he asked the shopkeeper of the restaurant to prepare specially for it.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have persuaded her to drink.

Ji Qingge glanced at the delicate little gin jug lightly, expecting that a pot of wine would not make her drunk. Then he said easily: "Since it is a banquet for the prince, I will do my best." ”