After the noon banquet, He Shang stayed.

Fuguilou prepared a dinner with wine, meat and white rice for him, which really made He Shang eat a good meal.

Then he prepared a good guest room for He Shang, the kind of expensive room that costs a lot of silver for a few days.

"It's really heartfelt...... Wooing. ”

He Shang smiled slightly mockingly and pushed open the door of the guest room, revealing the view of the room inside.

An elegant room, a room with a book.

Expensive to stay!

He Shang looked around the guest room, and then sat on the bed. The bed was covered with a warm quilt and a thick silk quilt. Then he collapsed, closed his eyes and lay on the bed.

To eat and drink is to sleep!

..................

At this moment, another corner of the Fugui Building.

The chubby shopkeeper touched his beard, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes. And next to him is Zhao Wu with a flattering smile on his face.

The shopkeeper Wang touched his beard for a moment, and said to Zhao Wu on the side: "Food, shelter, and drink, all ready?"

"Yes, according to your orders, Lord Sir. The food is a mountain delicacies, which are cooked by Chef Li himself. It's drunk, it's been ten years. Stayed in the best literati room!"

Zhao Wu's answer was a little painful, and the shopkeeper felt distressed by the cost in between.

Mountain rice, eight dishes and one soup, and even the white rice is made with an expensive white rice called white corn.

Drunken country wine, ten years of drunken country wine, the price of this wine is so that some wealthy merchants can't afford to consume it.

Literati private rooms, just listen to the name and know that the price is expensive.

When he thought about these things, Zhao Wu had a kind of jealousy.

With such a large price, why is He Shang?!

The shopkeeper on the side saw through the jealousy hidden on Zhao Wu's face, but he didn't point it out.

Because he didn't care, Zhao Wu was just a tool for him, a tool called a confidant.

Tools are useful as long as they can do what they do. As for the psychological mood of the tool?

"It's not enough, it's not enough. The king's mouth was chattering, and his mind began to spin. He was thinking about things, thinking about how to pull a half-step qi practitioner to the mortal world.

Perhaps in the eyes of the high-ranking immortal cultivators, the half-step mortal walking of qi cultivation is just an ant, a tool and chess piece that can be discarded at will.

But in front of a mortal like the shopkeeper Wang, a half-step mortal walking is a treasure!

So, the shopkeeper Wang wanted to win over He Shang and a half-step mortal walker.

Food, drink, and shelter are all given the best, what else can be given?

Suddenly, the shopkeeper woke up and slapped him on the head.

He's really sluggish! Maybe he's been worrying so much lately that he's been thinking about such obvious answers for a long time.

The shopkeeper Wang said to Zhao Wu fiercely: "I remember that Widow Zeng should be in our building!

The voice was violent, and even the order of speech was a bit messy.

"No, no, no, no......" Zhao Wu was taken aback by his shopkeeper, and he couldn't even speak smoothly. In his consciousness, he had never seen his shopkeeper so out of shape.

This can't blame the shopkeeper for his gaffe, because He Shang is a newcomer who has not yet been revealed to be involved with other forces.

And it's still a half-step qi training at a young age!

What does this represent? It means that winning over He Shang is equivalent to a lot of credit.

"And what about her? Or is she clean? Except for her dead husband, has no one ever her?"

"Yes, no one. She...... She has a fierce temperament and has not yet been sold. ”

"Okay! Go quickly!"

"Yes!"

..................

It is said that He Shang was lying on the bed, squinting his eyes, entering a state of false sleep, closing his eyes and recuperating.

He Shang closed his eyes, but a certain demon pupil who couldn't bear the loneliness opened his eyes.

The demon pupil, which had not been open all day, opened, and the amber pupil appeared on the back of the right hand again.

(Hey, hey, what's going on?) Get up and talk.) ）

"I don't want to get up, just lie down and talk. ”

He Shang continued to lie on the bed, enjoying the comfortable silk quilt.

The corners of Mo Jue's eyes twitched slightly, and he was speechless when he stood up.

Forget it, just lie down and talk. It's definitely not one of those thousand-year-old monsters with a weird temper, and it doesn't have so many stinky tempers.

(What do you think of Fuguilou's move?)

"The walls have ears, and I don't want to talk about these things here. ”

(The partition wall has no ears, rest assured.) ）

"Okay, let's talk about it. ”

He Shang exerted his strength, and got up from the warm and soft silk quilt, ignoring the end in his mind, "Didn't you say lying down and talking? He walked to the table in the guest room, pulled out a stool and sat down.

"Very rich co-opted. ”

(Yes, all the food, drink, and shelter are all for you, and you are short of a woman who warms the bed.) ）

"They have a purpose, and these things are not given to me for free. ”

(Oh, please say what's in your head.) ）

The slight voice of the last one resounded in He Shang's mind, and he liked to chat with He Shang about nonsense.

There are tea and oil lamps on the table, and a set of celadon is a teapot and teacup, which is very beautiful. That oil lamp is a bronze lotus lamp, and it is beautifully made.

He Shang poured himself a cup of full tea and drank it all, it was really happy!

Putting down the celadon teacup, He Shang said: "Fuguilou wants me to be an obedient dog, so he sent me food and drink, and gave me a room like this." There's not much to say. ”

(I found out that you really don't know how to chat.) ）

"Well, sleep. ”

He Shang said, got up from the table, and returned to the bed covered with silk quilts.

It's so comfortable!

He Shang lay on the bed with his eyes closed. On the back of his right hand, his eyes widened, as if he was in a good state of mind.

But after thinking about it, this demon pupil probably doesn't need to rest and sleep.

(As I said, there's one less woman.) Right now...... Here it is!)

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the wooden door of the guest room.

Knock! Knock! Knock!!