The door number is almost throwing me in the face

"Master Fu, we are from the Ten Thousand Kings' Mansion." Wan Weizhi stepped forward.

“……”

Fu Chun sighed, his eyes swept over the black man, his face sank a little, and he put down the teacup in his hand heavily, and the teacup touched the stone table and made a crisp sound.

That voice made Wan Weizhi frown slightly, it was obvious that the other party was not in a very good mood.

"What does this mean, Master Fu?"

"I'm just letting you in, who allowed so many people to enter the secret door." Fu Chun said in a deep voice.

"It's me who didn't think it through." Wan did not hold his hand and apologized.

"Hmph."

Wan Weizhi also understands people, turned around and immediately dismissed the guards, let people go out to wait, only Wan Lingling, Wan Wangye and Zhang Mao were left in the dark room.

Fu Chun's calm face softened a little, picked up the teacup again, blew it and took a sip and said, "Say, what is the matter with the Wanwang Mansion looking for me." ”

"The weather is hot, my father is suffering from severe heat stroke, and he needs to be placed in a cool place to relieve it, and please pay the hall owner for convenience." Wan Wei Dao.

Fu Chun tilted his head slightly when he heard this, and looked at the chair, the face of the person on the chair was just blocked by Wan Lingling's head, and he didn't see the person on the chair clearly.

put down the cup, got up and walked over to see clearly: "Hey, it's really a prince." ”

A hint of disgust flashed in Wan Lingling's eyes.

"The weather has been really hot in recent days, and heat stroke is not a trivial matter, but have you seen someone?" Fu Chun raised his hand and touched the head of the old prince: "It's really hot, I don't think it's heat stroke, it's a fever cold." ”

"Uncle Zhang knows how to heal, and he has already given medicine to his father." Wan Wei Dao.

Fu Chun withdrew his hand: "Since you have been cured, what else are you looking for me?" ”

"The guest room has to be arranged by the owner."

"That's it......" Fu Chun's face turned like this, and he turned his head and beckoned to the doorman next to him: "Go to the hall and find the steward." ”

The doorman nodded and withdrew.

Wan Weizhi saw that the other party was so neat, and thanked him: "Thank you to the hall master." ”

"Wan Gongzi, don't be in a hurry to say thank you, it's not certain whether there is a room or not."

Wan Wei didn't hear this, and his eyes flashed.

After a while, the porter came in with the steward.

"If you have something to say, if you have a fart, I'm going to die." The steward said very irritably when he entered the door, and when he saw Wan Weizhi and his party pause, he walked past them with a cold snort.

Fu Chun laughed when he saw this: "Hey, Xiucai is so angry that he is rude, it's rare." ”

"Stop talking nonsense, what the hell are you doing?"

"It's not a big deal, just ask if there's a room."

"It's gone, it's gone." The steward waved his hand.

"Really?"

"What's the matter? Don't believe it, see for yourself. "The steward is irritated by the trouble.

Fu Chun smiled: "I believe, I believe." ”

"Hmph, the people who came in near the closure were all fucking showing their identities, one by one as if they were the king of heaven, ah, whatever his identity is, if he dares to shout, I will dare to drive people away." The steward rolled up his sleeves, obviously not lightly affected by wave after wave of popularity.

Fu Chun touched his nose and twitched the corners of his mouth, and looked at Wan Weizhi: "Wan Gongzi, you have heard it, there is no room anymore." ”

“……”

He just came to him when he knew there was no room!

Hearing this, the steward's eyes fell on Wan Weizhi, and he snorted coldly: "No wonder it's so horizontal, it turns out that these people are friends of the deputy hall master." ”

Wan Weizhi frowned.

"What? Know? Fu Chun asked.

"When these people just entered the museum, there were still two first-floor rooms left, but they didn't look down on the extravagance, and the door number was about to throw it in my face." The steward is yin and yang.