When the Empress Becomes a Rich Family's Wasted Daughter

"By the way, Miss Rong, I'll take you to a place where the bartenders are very good. Sit there and wait for Mr. Yan."

After Rongzhen sent the message on her phone, she put the phone back into her handbag and smiled at Micky.

"Let's go."

The Fu family is very big.

To go to another leisure place, you still need to take Xiaobai.

After getting on the car, Micky told the driver where she was going. After getting off the car, there was a special waiter waiting to greet them.

The waiter took Rongzhen and Micky through a corridor, walked to a garden with an atrium, and then passed through an archway covered with vines.

There is another door inside the door, with marble on both sides and two wine cabinets hanging on the wall.

The waiter bowed politely and pressed the candlestick next to the wine cabinet.

The wine cabinet on the right slowly opened.

Rongzhen's eyes lit up slightly.

Unexpectedly, the mechanism design in this world, although not complicated, is exquisite.

A circle of dark golden light enveloped the passage.

Compared with the quietness outside, it presents two completely different worlds.

The lights are intertwined, the music is soft, and there seems to be a dry ice device. The whole front looks foggy, adding to the mystery.

Micky stood beside Rongzhen and introduced in a low voice.

"I heard that this place was designed by Young Master Fu Yunshen."

"But it's strange. I heard that he hasn't been here once since he designed it."

Micky kept muttering, it was a pastime for rich people, and as a child from an ordinary family she really couldn't understand it.

In order to prevent them from getting separated, Micky pulled Rongzhen to the bar.

Sitting on a high chair, he snapped his fingers at the bartender.

"Handsome man, a cup of white cocoa."

She glanced at Rongzhen and said.

"What to drink?"

Rongzhen glanced at the entire wall of drinks behind the bartender and thought for a moment.

"Well, Sanluo Bar."

The bartender was startled, his hands paused, and the crushed ice in the metal glass fell, and he stared at Rong Zhen in a daze.

It seemed as if he didn't hear clearly.

"what?"

Rong Zhen lowered her eyes.

"The mulberry leaves fall in early winter, which is a bit out of season."

The bartender put down the items in his hands with some excitement and answered quickly.

"No delay, no delay, it's always available in all seasons, Miss, please wait a moment."

Micky was stunned when she heard this, until the bartender disappeared from the bar, then she spoke in confusion.

"What's wrong? Is this a riddle?"

Rongzhen was also puzzled.

"do not know."

In this world, what kind of wine does the Lord drink?

However, I don’t think we will use well water to make wine anymore…

The bartender looked very light-hearted. He had been working for the Fu family for three years and received a salary every month, but there were almost no customers coming.

Because the guests of the Fu family almost never drink cocktails.

He was so worried that he only remembered the eldest young master's instructions at that time, if anyone wanted to drink Sangluo wine.

Then he can work in the Fu family for the rest of his life.

Six insurances and two funds, monthly salary over ten thousand yuan.

He always felt that there was something wrong with the young master. Who would order green plum wine, mulberry wine, or chrysanthemum wine these days?

So how could this easy and lucrative job really guarantee him a lifetime?

did not expect!

This life came so suddenly!

After informing his superiors of the news, the bartender took out a bottle of beautifully packaged ceramic jar from the five-door refrigerator.

God knows, he thought it was such a waste to use these five large refrigerators and a well only to store mulberry wine!

Micky watched as the bartender almost floated back.

He was holding a pottery jar that looked old but well-preserved, with a smile on his face.

"Miss, your Sanluo wine."

He took the porcelain cup off the pottery jar very gently, because he heard that this thing was an antique worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Inside the flat porcelain cup, there seemed to be two carps carved, chasing and playing...

The clear wine was poured in and a light fragrance wafted out.

Rong Zhen was stunned.

Unexpectedly, this mulberry wine has a familiar aroma...

This porcelain cup...

Rongzhen touched the porcelain cup.

Good guy.

It was a semi-spiritual object, a little inferior to the jade hairpin on her head, but much better than having nothing.

Rongzhen took a sip.

A fine wine indeed.

Her fingers brushed the rim of the glass lightly, and she glanced thoughtfully at the bartender, who was smiling brightly, even eccentrically.

means something.

"Are you selling the things here?"

The bartender didn't expect that this beautiful lady would say these words as soon as she opened her mouth. Could it be that she wanted to buy some Sanluo wine?

this....

The eldest young master just asked him to inform him immediately if someone ordered Sangluo wine.

I didn't say anything else...

this....

Can it be sold or not?

"Hehe, what are you interested in, young lady?"

Rongzhen and Micky looked back.

Wearing a white suit and with his hair neatly combed, Fu Yunshen had a clear gaze and a warm smile, and he looked very elegant.

Micky was very confused.

Very handsome. I’ve had a really good time today. I’ve seen all kinds of handsome guys.

Rong Zhen raised her eyes to glance at Fu Yunshen, then retracted her gaze and looked at the bartender.

His eyes seemed to be asking the bartender whether he was selling the item.

There were beads of sweat on the bartender's forehead... The young master showed up so quickly, it must have something to do with the lady who ordered the Sanluo wine, but the lady didn't seem to know him...

But the most terrifying thing is that as soon as the young lady turned her head, the young master smiled and nodded at her, as if to say that he didn't want to reveal his identity?

Is that what you mean?

Or not?

He had no choice but to answer.

"I don't know what the young lady wants to buy..." Who cares? It's okay to just repeat the young master's question.

Rongzhen glanced at the porcelain cup in her hand, then at the pottery jar beside her.

"How much is this set?"

The bartender was sweating profusely. This... this antique cup, plus the Sanluo wine carefully brewed by the eldest young master, how dare he set the price in front of the eldest young master...

Maybe it was the mulberry wine that worked.

Rongzhen took another sip, and her cheeks turned a light blush.

From behind Rong Zhen where she couldn't see, Fu Yunshen looked at Rong Zhen deeply, then his eyes fell on Rong Zhen's calves and he frowned slightly.

This skirt is really too short.

Beauty is beauty.

The bartender looked at Rong Zhen nervously, then subconsciously looked at Fu Yunshen.

Rongzhen understood.

She turned her head and smiled at Fu Yunshen very politely.

"So, this question should be asked to you, the eldest young master of the Fu family, Fu Yunshen."

A hint of surprise flashed across Fu Yunshen's sparkling black eyes.

"Miss, do you know me?"

Rong Zhen shook her head. She just realized from the bartender's reaction that this was the designer of this place and also one of the protagonists of the Fu family today.

"Oh, by the way, Miss, you like this wine and wine utensils, right?"

Rongzhen was on guard, although she didn't know where this guard came from, and the man in front of her had a very gentle smile.

But Xuantian Jue's greed for semi-spiritual objects was so exaggerated that she could hardly put down the porcelain cup in her hand.

She had no choice but to speak honestly.

"I like it very much. Please sell it to me."

It seemed that he found Rongzhen's answer interesting.

Fu Yunshen's eyes were full of smiles, and one could even vaguely see doting in them.

"Naturally."