“…… You go check first, and I'll give it to you when I get back." ”

The maid took out a pen and paper from her arms: "IOU." ”

"You ......" Lin Hui hesitated.

"As long as you pay the money, the IOU will be returned."

Lin Hui struggled for a while before slowly holding the pen and paper and writing down the IOU.

"Girl, write clearly on the IOU, what did you do, and you owe the money." The doorman glanced at it and handed the notebook to her again.

Lin Hui bit her lower lip.

"Girl, this is Bermudun's rule, if you can't write down the reason for the IOU, Bermudxon won't take credit."

Lin Hui pinched the pen and wrote down the reason.

The maid looked at it and put it into her arms with satisfaction: "I will give the girl an answer early tomorrow morning." ”

Lin Hui watched the doorman go out, with some scruples in her heart, and after thinking about it, she decided to ask Lord Song to borrow money first, make up for Bermuda's money, and get back the IOU.

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Fourth floor.

Ye Qianning returned to the room and fidgeted, got up and went to Xiang Minghou's room, Daddy was not there, it seemed that Daddy had been busy all the time when he entered Bermuda.

"Rowan, where did Dad go?"

"I don't know."

Ye Qianning was strange, raised his feet and went to the back kitchen for a turn, but he didn't see a familiar figure, and he was puzzled.

"Du Yi, you go to find out who is staying in Bermudun, it's best to draw up a list for me."

"Yes."

Ye Qianning walked around a few more times, but still didn't find anything, and was about to go upstairs, when she noticed a hateful gaze, she turned her head to look at Wan Lingling's cannibalistic gaze.

Wan Lingling became even more angry when she saw her coming.

Ye Qianning shrugged and walked upstairs.

This wave of people is not born in peace, she wants to see how they catch turtles in the urn.

"What are you looking at?" Wan Weizhi looked that way.

"Brother, I saw the woman just now."

"Which one?"

"It's the group of people who caused their father to fall, if it weren't for their father, how could they be injured like this." Wan Lingling looked back at the pale Wan Wang Ye on the chair, and a few tears flowed from her eyes.

"Don't worry, since they're in Bermudun, don't think about going out."

"Hmm." Wan Lingling nodded.

"Ahem...... "Wan Wang Ye coughed suddenly.

"Father, how are you?" Wan Lingling squatted down and hurriedly gave him relief.

Wan Weizhi looked worried, turned his head and reprimanded: "Isn't the room set yet?" ”

"It's coming, it's coming." The guard trotted in with the door number.

Wan Weizhi took it and saw that the number plate turned dark: "Why is it the first floor?" ”

"Young master, we came in too late, many rooms have been booked, and there are only two rooms on the first floor."

Wan Weizhi looked at the first floor, the chaotic crowd, the old Gao with three sects and nine streams, and frowned: "How could my father live on the first floor and go and change the room." ”

"The young master is really gone." The guard looked sad.

Wan Weizhi raised his feet and walked in the direction of the steward.

Now that dawn is approaching and Bermudson is about to close, there are a lot of people staying at this point, and those who don't have a room in the back can only sleep in the dark room.

Wan Weizhi crossed the crowd with the door number and threw the door number on the steward's table: "Change rooms." ”

"This son, there is no extra room upstairs, and I can't change it." The steward said with a smile.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Bermudun treats everyone equally."

"Let your stewards come out."

"Childe, I'm the steward here."

"Young Master Ben is talking about the master of the Fu Pavilion." Wan Weizhi sneered.

"If this son wants to find the owner of the pavilion, he can go directly to the side room, and let someone report it, I am just arranging a room, what are you looking for me?" The steward still looks like a smiling tiger.

"You...... Okay, I'll settle accounts with you later. Wan Wei turned around in annoyance.

"Wait." The steward called.

Wan Weizhi turned around.

The steward picked up the sign on the table: "Childe, your house number." ”

"Keep it for yourself." Wan Weizhi threw up his sleeves and left.

"Two rooms on the first floor, come forward." The steward's voice rose brightly.

"My ...... I want to live. ”

"I don't know what to squeeze first, come first and come first, the money for your room is mine."

The crowd crowded and scrambled.

Wan Wei listened to the annoyance, how could they fall into the room on the first floor of the Wanwang Mansion, and when they saw the owner of the Fu Pavilion, they were afraid that no one would arrange the room.

"Brother, is the room arranged? My father was groggy and needed a quiet place to rest. Wan Lingling turned her head and asked.

"Right now."

"Brother, hurry up."

Wan Weizhi nodded, turned his head and said something to the guard next to him, and the guard walked towards the doorman with the unicorn mask on his face in Bermuda.

The doorman listened to his words, nodded and walked through a secret door.

Wan Weizhi turned his head and saw a man coming, and he stepped forward: "Uncle Zhang." ”

"Young master, I've seen it all, there are a lot of nobles who came to Bermudun this time, and I heard them talk about Prince Xiyun is also here." Zhang Mao is in his forties and has a two-handed, figure-eight mustache.

"Xiliuyuan is also here?" Wan Weizhi was quite surprised.

"Well, there is also the fifth princess of Beili, the little prince of Nanyuan."

Wan Weizhi could never have imagined that an auction came to the royal family, and it seems that this time is not only an auction, but also a contest between countries.

If they can beat other countries in the Bermudadian auction, they will definitely be famous when they return to the Wanwangfu.

"Uncle Zhang sent people to keep an eye on the movements of these countries."

"It's already arranged."

Wan Weizhi nodded.

"Uncle Zhang, look at your father." Wan Lingling turned around and shouted.

Zhang Mao walked towards Wan Wangye, raised his hand to test his pulse, and the pulse was weak.

"Uncle Zhang, why didn't my father move?"

Zhang Mao let go of his hand, took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, pinched open Wan Wangye's mouth and stuffed it into a pill, and then said: "The prince has a serious heat stroke, although he has taken the medicine, it is still a little dangerous. ”

"Father." Wan Lingling cried.

Zhang Mao got up: "Isn't the room ready yet?" ”

"Right now."

"As soon as possible, Bermuda's room is cool, so that the prince can quickly ease up."

Wan Weizhi nodded, looking towards the position of the Qilin Mask Doorman just now, a little anxious in his heart.

After about ten minutes, the secret door moved, and the door attendant of the Qilin mask walked inside, and a middle-aged man in black brocade walked out behind him.

Seeing this, Wan Weizhi immediately greeted him, and arched his hand: "May I ask if this is the master of the Fu Pavilion?" ”

The middle-aged man Fu Chun glanced him up and down: "You are from the Wanwang Mansion?" ”

"Exactly."

"Well, come in and talk." After Fu Chun finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the secret door again.

Wan Weizhi just wanted to say something, but the person disappeared, so he had no choice but to turn around and let people carry Wan Wangye, and the group walked into the secret door in a crowded manner.

About ten meters behind the secret door is a room with a stone wall, which is brightly lit and cool.

Fu Chun sat on a chair holding the freshly brewed tea, and was just about to take a sip when he saw more than a dozen people crowded, and the crowd made him slightly stunned.

"Who are you?"

(End of chapter)