The Favorite of the Court of Joy

"Stop, I think you may have misunderstood something." Zhang Xiaoqian said.

"Oh, what did the king misunderstand?"

"That..." Zhang Xiaoqian was thinking about how to explain, "Although we both had that last night, I was drunk and my mind was not clear. If I was sober, this kind of thing would never happen."

"Oh, so you don't want to be responsible to this king now?"

"What? Responsibility? You are a man, a majestic prince. What responsibility do you want me to take? After all, it was just a one-night stand." Zhang Xiaoqian felt that Zhao Minghan was unreasonable, "Besides, you were the most enjoyable person last night, and the one who suffered Me, I'm the victim. Oh, and speaking of what happened yesterday, I think we need to clean up."

Zhao Minghan asked: "What account?"

Zhang Xiaoqian held out a palm and said, "My money, and the five boxes of pastries I bought."

"This." Zhao Minghan touched his nose and said with a smile: "The five boxes of pastries, I have finished eating, and you asked me to eat."

"Impossible." Zhang Xiaoqian had no impression at all.

"It's true, but you forgot."

"Even if I really said it, you also know that I was drunk at the time, and drunken words are the most unbelievable." Zhang Xiaoqian explained earnestly.

"Where does this king know that you are already drunk? You still say that you can drink so much. Of course, this king thinks that you are not drunk. Since you are not drunk, you let this king finish the five boxes of pastries. Of course, this king will be happy." Follow it."

"Then...then..." Zhang Xiaoqian was so angry that he couldn't recite a complete sentence for a long time.Regret, regret, drinking was wrong. "What about the silver? I have at least five or sixty taels of silver. Give me the silver."

Zhao Minghan didn't speak, and took out the bills one by one from his pocket to show Zhang Xiaoqian.

Zhang Xiaoqian saw that this was the receipt for their dinner at Zuixinlou yesterday.In addition to the middle and low-level dishes that he and Zhao Minghan had in common at that time, the total was 30 taels of silver, and the two pots and three cups were 120 taels of sorrow, a total of 150 taels of silver.

150 taels, 150 taels, Zhang Xiaoqian's eyes were wide open, and his heart was bleeding.According to his conversion of the use value of Dongyue State silver, the consumption value of one tael of silver is equivalent to one hundred yuan, and 150 taels is 5000 yuan.5000 yuan, compared to tens of thousands of yuan for a table of wine and food in today's high-end restaurants, 5000 yuan is really nothing.But the point is, his situation is different now.First, he is a clinkingly poor man, and every penny is very precious to him; After spending 3000 yuan, he felt very distressed. This is really a proper black shop: Third, what's the matter with these two pots and three cups of sorrow?Two pots of twelve thousand! ! !That is, the price of a bottle of authentic Feitian Moutai in 2000 is only around four to five thousand. Why are these three cups of sorrow so expensive.Black shop, proper black shop, why is there no Industrial and Commercial Bureau to investigate here?

Zhang Xiaoqian kept the receipt on the table, slapped the table, and asked angrily: "Please explain to me, what's the matter with these two jugs of wine? You ordered the wine, how can it be counted on my head?"

"That's right, I ordered it, but I only ordered one jug of wine, and you ordered the other one yourself. I paid for one of the jugs with my own money. If you don't believe me, you can run away Go to Zuixian Tower and ask the shopkeeper."

"Impossible, you are talking nonsense." Zhang Xiaoqian refused to admit it, but he vaguely remembered drinking one cup after another.No, no, no, he would never admit it. In this way, his money would only be five taels of silver. "How do I know if the people in Zuixian Tower will lie? You are the prince. If you tell them to lie, how dare they refuse?"

"That can't be helped. In short, the facts are in front of you, and it's up to you to believe it or not."

Zhang Xiaoqian was restless, standing for a while and sitting for a while, with a face as bitter as a cucumber, Zhao Minghan pursed his lips and laughed.