Xiao Er led the two of them inside, passing one private room after another, and came to a large hall. The hall was already full of people, and there were several tables of people pushing glasses there, and the sound was very loud.

Xiao Er took the two to a private room on the second floor separated by a screen, and after the two ordered food, Xiao Er withdrew.

The dishes of Nanyue Lou also have a strong Jiangnan flavor. Their specialty is pastry.

A plate of small pastries is kneaded into the shape of various animals, delicate and vivid. A hedgehog the size of a thumb can pinch out ninety-nine thorns.

Wei Lan looked at the pastry in front of him, his eyes were shining, and he said happily: "Is this Jiangnan?" This pastry is so exquisite. ”

Li Mingyi directly picked up the chopsticks and took away a duck on the plate, ate it, and said: "It's only those people in Jiangnan who will make steamed buns like this." ”

Wei Lan was a little angry and said angrily: "You know how to eat." She pulled the pastries on the plate closer to her and didn't let Li Mingyi eat them.

"Why are you still protecting your food?"

"You have to take care of it."

Just as the two were entangled here, a loud voice came from outside the screen.

"Storytelling, singing, and persuading people, the three avenues go to the center. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life. ”

Mr. Storyteller opened his voice.

The hall fell silent, except for the storyteller's words echoing through the hall. This storyteller tells the story of Taizu leading the troops to drive out the Tartars, and when it comes to the highlights, the hall bursts with applause.

Li Mingyi and the two listened quietly, but the difference was that Wei Lan listened very carefully, while Li Mingyi ate all the pastries on the table.

When the storyteller talked about Taizu's escape from the Beimu Prime Minister in Bingzhou, he rang the wake-up wood and went to the backstage to rest. At that moment, Xiao Er took a plate and began to come to the diners to ask for money.

Wei Lan turned his head to look at the table, and found that the food on the table had been eaten by Li Mingyi, and glared at Xiumu: "Why did you eat everything?" ”

"I want to replenish my qi and blood." Li Mingyi has no shame.

Wei Lan said angrily: "You make up for the blood of a ghost." It will take a long time for your current body qi and blood to absorb it. ”

"Don't be angry, just scream."

Just as Li Mingyi called Xiao Er and wanted to order another pastry for Wei Lan to take away, the sound of pipa came from downstairs.

The pipa is crisp and unobtrusive, like a woman with a beautiful twenty-eight fragrance walking in the spring light with cheerful steps. The maiden frolicked in the stream, and the maiden danced with the wind, light and lively.

Hearing the sound of the pipa, Wei Lan immediately forgot about the food, and curiously pushed open the screen to the railing to watch. Li Mingyi also followed.

I saw a woman wearing a pale green dress with a veil on her head, playing on the stage where Mr. Storyteller had just been. Although the woman wore a veil and only showed a pair of eyes, Li Mingyi still recognized this person at a glance. This is an old man, a person he knows very well.

"What kind of instrument is this?"

"Pipa."

Li Mingyi replied to Wei Lan's words, and directly leaned on the railing on the second floor to admire the beauty and pipa in front of him.

The sound of the pipa stopped, and the whole house was silent.

"Well played! Lao Tzu has a reward, and the little girl will give the old bullet the first breaking song. ”

A handsome teenager in the hall broke the silence. The boy's rough words contrasted sharply with his handsome appearance.

The woman who played the pipa got up, squatted slightly on her legs, made a simple salute, and said, "This son, I only play one song today." ”

"Hey, what a song today. Lao Tzu has a reward. Play well. ”

The young man directly threw a dozen taels of silver onto Xiao Er's tray.

Seeing the young man Li Mingyi's eyes lit up instantly, and he teased: "Where did you come from to be poor, you want Miss Xie to play another song even a dozen taels of silver?" ”

"Your uncle ......" The young man was very angry, and when he looked up and saw Li Mingyi who was teasing him, he was overjoyed and scolded, "You bastard is not dead yet." ”

Wei Lan looked curiously at the young man in front of him who was seven points similar to Li Mingyi, turned his head to Li Mingyi and asked, "Do you know him?" ”

Li Mingyi smiled, ignored Wei Lan, and just said to the young man downstairs: "You are not dead, how can I die?" ”

"Come on, come on, since you're not dead, come down and have a drink." The boy shouted happily downstairs.

Li Mingyi just wanted to agree, but a young man walked out of the private room on the second floor opposite, and he was also a little similar to the young man downstairs.

The young man said: "Miss Xie only plays one song a day, don't come here to make trouble if you drink too much." ”

As soon as they saw the young man, Li Mingyi and the young man instantly came to their senses, and directly said in unison: "It's your business!" ”

The young man was stunned by their scolding.

The woman who played the piano was Xie Yarong, she was very happy to see Li Mingyi, but when she saw that he had a conflict with the young man, she hurriedly persuaded her: "Don't mess around, this is the prince of Xiliang......"

She didn't say that it was okay, but when she said this, the young man who was drinking instantly became emotional, and said directly: "What's wrong with the son, the son can be nosy?" ”

Li Mingyi immediately followed: "That's it." I run to the restaurant all day long to listen to music, and I care about other people's drinking. It's just a loss of the face of King Xiliang. ”

"yes, it's a shame. I'm embarrassed to stand up, if I had run away in disgrace. ”

"He doesn't pay for music."

The boy immediately followed and said, "That's not right. How do you have to pay for listening to music? ”

"That's right, just brush your face."

"Does the prince have a face?"

"Wow, little white face."

Wang Mingren, the son of King Xiliang, became more and more angry the more he listened, pointed at Li Mingyi and scolded angrily: "Did you pay? ”

Li Mingyi waved his hand, and a hairpin flew out and was directly inserted into Xie Yarong's head.

Li Mingyi said boldly: "This hairpin is worth hundreds of taels, give it to Miss Xie." Miss Xie played a song "Shameless" and gave it to the prince. ”

Xie Yarong took off the familiar hairpin from her head, and her heart was full of joy.

The young man downstairs was also frightened when he saw that Li Mingyi made a few hundred taels, and said: "Hundreds of taels, where did you get so much money, it won't be bragging." ”

Li Mingyi said: "Bragging, you are a ghost." Do you think Lao Tzu is the son of the world? So cheeky. ”

"That's just as well." The young man said something, turned his head to Xie Yarong and added, "But Miss Xie, you can't believe him, nine out of ten of his words are false." ”

Li Mingyi pointed at the young man and scolded: "Your uncle! What do you know, you let Miss Xie say it herself, is that hairpin worth a few hundred taels. ”

Xie Yarong inserted the hairpin back into his head, he listened to the two of them so unscrupulously scolding the world, but the prince was just angry and didn't say anything, he knew that the relationship between these two people and the prince was not simple. It will no longer be a fight, and it will be a good show.

Li Mingyi asked about the hairpin, and she said truthfully: "This hairpin is indeed worth a hundred taels." ”

Li Mingyi came to his senses at the moment, and said to the young man: "What's the matter, is this worth more than your dozen taels of silver." ”

The young man is also a bachelor, and said: "Okay, Lao Tzu admits planting." What about you, Lord Shizi, you are left with no payment now. ”

Wang Mingren was forced by them to be unable to do anything, so he took out a few taels of silver from his sleeve and threw them to Xiao Er on the side. Xiliang Wangfu is located in Xiliang, which is not a wealthy place. Wang Mingren, as the prince of the royal family, only has five hundred taels of silver for food and clothing every year.

These expenses are enough for ordinary people, but for Wang Mingren, the prince who has begun to preside over the affairs of the Xiliang Palace, it is far from enough.

This silver is all the silver taels that Wang Mingren carried. As soon as he took it out, he knew that he couldn't escape the ridicule of the two people in front of him.

Li Mingyi was the first to speak: "What did I see, silver, Lord Shizi actually gave silver." ”

The boy immediately followed: "Look at it, it's definitely more than one or two!" ”

"Phew, that's at least two taels, two taels!"

"Your Majesty's silver is not ordinary silver."

The young man's eyes widened, and he pretended to be surprised and asked, "Is it more valuable for the prince?" ”

Li Mingyi said loudly: "Nonsense, that silver with the body fragrance of the prince of the world can be worth at least two taels and one dollars." ”

"Two, two, one money! That's two taels and one money! The prince actually took out two taels and one dollars! ”

Li Mingyi immediately followed and said, "Just ask you, is this two taels and one money enough to love the girl and sing another song." ”

"Phew!" The young man said, "You can't be the body fragrance of Miss Xie and the Lord of the Rare World?" ”

"The body of the prince has a strong smell, and he can smell it from afar, so it is not rare."

The boy said, "That's right! A foul smell. ”

Xie Yarong saw that the more these two people talked, the more outrageous they became, and hurriedly persuaded them: "Don't say it, I'll play a song for you." ”

Li Mingyi refused and said, "No need!" If you play it now, others will think that you like the smell of the prince. ”

"That's it, normal people who can stand that smell."

At this time, Wang Mingren no longer wanted to listen to the nonsense of these two people, and turned back to the screen on the second floor.

Li Mingyi and the young man smiled triumphantly when they saw him leave, and were about to continue to taunt him when a majestic female voice came from behind the screen.

"Wang Mingyi, Wang Mingli, two bastards, come over to me."

The two of them, who were still talking there just now, with a victorious attitude, immediately closed their mouths, and there was a trace of helplessness and fear in their eyes.

Wei Lan, who had been watching a good show, looked at the young man downstairs, with a complicated look in his eyes, pulled Li Mingyi's sleeve, and asked, "Is he Wang Mingli?" ”

Li Mingyi ignored her, just shrugged his head with the young man downstairs, and walked listlessly towards the box where the voice came out just now.

Wei Lan looked at the young man downstairs, then at Li Mingyi, and followed Li Mingyi's footsteps.

The diners in the hall began to discuss the identities of Li Mingyi and the others. Soon everyone knew that these two people were the second and third sons of King Xiliang, Wang Mingyi and Wang Mingli. Only these two people dared to squeeze the son of King Xiliang like this.

As for the person who can suppress two stubborn sons in one sentence, his identity is self-evident.

When Xie Yarong saw Li Mingyi leaving, she hurriedly put away the pipa and rushed to the private room on the second floor.