After listening to a few more words, Ma Ping stopped listening, although he noticed that there was a faint demonic aura coming from next door, but he didn't care.

The owner here is a fox spirit, what's the point of a little demonic energy?

Soaking his feet like this, after a while, Xiao Er ran in again, saluted and asked:

"Where are you going to eat?"

Ma Ping looked up and said:

"What's the difference?"

Xiao Er smiled and said:

"Your guests have our owner's brand, and the accommodation is free of charge according to the rules, and each meal is personally in charge of our master" A slight meal:

"You can also choose a place to eat, here or go to the second floor."

"Distinguished guest, where do you think you are eating?"

This is the kind of enjoyment that money can't buy, right? I didn't expect to get it in this world!

Thinking of this, he smiled, nodded and said:

"Let's go to the second floor."

Since he is in Hongchen, he should be the same dust as the light, and it is too lonely to hide in the house and dine alone.

"Eh, okay~" Xiao Er bowed and said:

"Is that going to be right now? or wait?"

"It's right now" is fine, and after eating, you can also go to the night market.

"Okay, the little one, let's go and tell the kitchen," Xiao Er immediately responded.

Just about to turn around, he saw that Ma Ping seemed to be about to stand up, so he hurriedly sent the clogs prepared on the side and placed them neatly at his feet:

"Distinguished guest, this is a freshly made clog, I haven't used it yet, please use it!"

Ma Ping suddenly had the illusion that he had returned to the earth where civilization was prosperous in his previous life.

Otherwise, how can there be such intimate service?

Waved his hand to Xiao Er:

"You go out first, and then call me when the food is ready!"

"Eh, okay!" Xiao Er saluted and went out.

When Xiao Er left, he put on clogs on his feet and creaked on the stone slabs.

Many people think that geta is a Japanese thing, but in fact it is not, Japan learned it from China.

However, relatively speaking, the traditional customs in Japan are better protected.

There are many things that are no longer available in China, which is the birthplace, but in Japan they have a second spring!

In the red dust, many times it is so inexplicable.

Walking into the big house, there is a couch on the left, and there is a splendid screen between the couch and the door, on which is a picture of a hundred flowers.

The blank space is also inscribed:

Peony rich picture, a certain year, month and day, Zhang Qingzhi.

Ma Ping was slightly surprised:

Zhang Qingzhi is a famous Danqing saint in the previous dynasty, and he is the best at painting peonies.

It is said that the peony he painted is placed outside the house, and the butterfly will pounce when it sees it!

Ma Ping carefully looked at the peony picture on the screen.

After a long time, he sighed:

"A human brush can actually do it to this extent!"

"This kind of fake and real appearance is a real peony, and that's it!"

"As a human being, I can't even tell the truth from the fake, let alone the moths?"

With Zhang Qingzhi's peony picture as the foundation, Ma Ping has a feeling of admiration for the things in this house.

On the right side, it is used as a reception and study.

A mahogany museum shelf separates the inside and outside, and several jade carvings are placed on it.

Ma Ping picked it up and looked at it, they were all old objects with round pulp, and it must have taken a lot of effort to collect them.

Because jade is no better than others, it is impossible to have such a pulp, and it is impossible to play without decades of uninterrupted play, and even it takes several generations of a family to complete it.

"Rare" put the jade back on the shelf.

Bypassing the museum shelf, I went to the study, and at a glance:

Three whole bookcases of books!

The red bookshelf, the blue cover, and the faint scent of books linger on the tip of the nose.

Just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard the sound of someone walking quickly.

Turning his head to look, he saw Xiao Er coming over, standing at the door and arching his hand:

"Honored guest, the meal is ready!"

"Hmm" Ma Ping nodded, finally glanced at the bookshelf again, turned back and said:

"Let's go"

So he followed Xiao Er out of the backyard and walked into the hall to the second floor.

A table by the window on the second floor is already full of wine and food:

Donkey meat in sauce, old chicken soup, hot and sour pork liver, cold cucumber, stir-fried meat, in addition, there is a pot of stuffed fruits.

It looks very rich.

Ma Ping sent Xiao Er down and sat down to enjoy it.

The dishes are delicious, and the balance between the various seasonings is well grasped.

By this time, the crescent moon had risen in the west.

The night market on the street downstairs began to be noisy again.

He just enjoyed his meal, and once looked sideways at the window.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the staircase:

I saw a silver-haired man come up to the second floor with a Tsing Yi show.

Xiucai was still a little restrained, so the member walked in front and pulled him forward.

Listen to that Xiucai said:

"Outside the imperial staff, why don't you go downstairs to eat?"

It can be seen that this show is very nervous.

When the man heard this, he shook his head and smiled:

"Kong Xianggong is my son's teacher, how can I let you go down for dinner?"

"Let others know, they will definitely say that the old man doesn't know how to be polite!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Xiucai's arm and sat down at a table next to Ma Ping.

Soon the food and drinks were ready.

As the two talked, Ma Ping gradually understood what was going on.

This person's surname is Huangfu, his family lives in the west of the city, and he has several children in the family.

It's just that I asked several people in a row, but they all disliked that his house was too far away and didn't want to go, only the Xiu surnamed Kong in front of him was willing.

And the reason why Kong Xiucai was willing to go was also very simple, his mother was seriously ill and in urgent need of money, so he responded when he heard that the gift money given by the emperor's family was high.

When Ma Ping heard this, he smiled in his heart, how normal the bridge can make these foxes play flowers!

This sounds reasonable, and there seems nothing wrong with it.

But what if this emperor is a vixen outside?

What does it mean to ask many people who have not answered?

This fox must have seen Kong Xiucai a long time ago, and thought that the Fa would tell him to go to the mountains.

Thinking of this, I just shook my head, there are too many vixens in this world!

I see one every three or five times!

But now that I've seen it, I can't help but ask.

Thinking so, he secretly passed a message to the emperor's staff.

Suddenly, I saw a smile on my face with silver and white hair.

The corners of his mouth drooped, and he said:

"Kong Xianggong, the specific situation, the old man will talk to you in detail tomorrow"

"It's not too early now, so let's go back early."

"Downstairs, the old man has already instructed them to prepare three more dishes, Kong Xianggong will take them back."

waited for Kong Xiucai to leave with a stomach full of doubts.

The new white-haired imperial servant looked even more bitter on the outside, came to the next table and sat down carefully, and arched his hand:

"Little Fox Emperor Fuduan, I've seen the Dao Chief!"

Ma Ping carefully looked at the old fox in front of him, and saw that the light around him was clear, and he was about to break through to the Taoist level!

With a slightly more solemn look, he asked:

"What are you staring at that Xiucai for?"