"Staff, can I ask you about someone?" The more pretty of the two girls took out a silver coin from her sleeve and placed it in front of the young boss behind the counter of the teahouse.
When the teahouse owner saw Yinzi, his face suddenly turned into a smile. He accepted it unceremoniously and said: "Girl, please tell me, I know everything. Although this store is small, the daily customer flow is
The amount is very large, you came to ask the small person, you really did the right thing."
The little boss got an advantage, his mouth bloomed and he talked endlessly.
"Okay." Another girl who looked slightly cold interrupted the little boss, called out a painting from the storage bracelet, opened it, handed it over, and said, "Have you seen this in the painting?
A man?"
The young boss held the portrait, frowned, and thought hard. After a while, he suddenly realized: "I've seen it before. The man in this portrait came to my little teahouse a few days ago and met a very beautiful man.
Girls together."
The pretty girl quickly asked: "Seller, do you know where the man in this painting lives?"
"I know, of course I know." The little boss said with a rather proud look, "Nine times out of ten the guests who come to my small teahouse are students from Jiulan College. Miss, the young man you are looking for is very good.
Maybe it is."
"Jiulan Academy..." The girl with a cold face lowered her head and muttered, as if she was thinking hard about something, "How could His Highness the Crown Prince end up in a low-level college like Jiulan Academy?"
"Sister Jingying, don't worry about it. Let's go to Jiulan Academy to find someone first. If we can't do the job, Princess Yangyue will definitely skin both of us." That pretty girl said
He stuck out his tongue playfully.
The cold-faced girl called Jingying took the portrait from the store's hand, slowly rolled it up, and put it away.
Ling Yue was sitting near the door. She took a closer look and was shocked when she saw the person in the portrait!
"Girls, wait a minute!" Ling Yue stood up and called to the other party with an anxious expression.
Jingying turned around, glanced at Ling Yue with her cold eyes, and said coldly: "Is something wrong?"
She has never had a good impression of the people of Xijiu, a small and weak country. In her heart, she has a strong sense of superiority towards the people of the Jialan Empire.
Ling Yue felt the other party's hostility. She curled her lips in disappointment, pointed at Jingying's painting, and said: "I know the person you are looking for."
"Know?" Jingshu's face flashed with ecstasy. In excitement, she happily grabbed Ling Yue's sleeve and asked, "Do you know where our young master is?"
However, Ling Yue did not say it immediately, and she had all kinds of emotions in her heart: Judging from the way these two girls were dressed, they must have come from wealthy families. They called Xuanyuan Yu the Young Master. Could it be that the stinky beggar concealed his identity? What else could it be?
A stern look flashed across Jingying's face. Without saying a word, he drew out his sword, placed it on Ling Yue's neck, and said in a cold voice: "If you continue to talk nonsense, I will kill you!"