after marrying the prince

"Where do you think you are from? Selling calligraphy and painting for food? Why don't you show off your face? You are tired of living if you dare to eat Bawang's meal here!"

A white-faced scholar in silver dark pattern satin, his face flushed from suffocation, stood in front of the counter at a loss.

The waiter threw the sweat towel on his shoulder, and pointed at the scholar and scolded him.

Lan Xunyu saw that the scholar was well dressed, the satin on his body was made of natural silk, his features were beautiful, his bones were strange, he looked like he had seen it before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"I didn't want to eat the overlord's meal, my...purse...was...stolen..."

"The purse was stolen? Everyone who eats Bawang's meal says that the purse was stolen! Don't say anything, you don't have any money! Let's see the officials, the master of the government will beat you twenty big boards, and see if you dare to eat for nothing in the future !"

Lan Xunyu touched his pocket, was about to take the money, but found it was empty!

His purse is missing? !

Heck!

"I'll pay for his money."

A light voice sounded, and a person came out of a private room on the second floor.

Although this man is a man, he really likes to wear gold and gold. His hair is braided into small braids and covered with animal-shaped golden flower hairpins like golden fans.

There are ten gold rings on ten fingers, gold bracelets on wrists, a pair of gold hollowed-out flying fish earrings on ears, and a finger-thick gold chain around his neck.

Black clothes with dark patterns of gold thread, and long cloud boots rolled with gold edges on the feet.

A golden folding fan in his hand.

This outfit costs at least 50 taels of gold.

Behind him were two fifteen or sixteen-year-old maidservants.

This man was very handsome, with crescent moons hidden in his almond-shaped eyes, his brows and eyes were crooked when he was not speaking, and when he spoke, his voice was clear and soft, with a friendly smile.

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, raised his eyes to see this person, and hurriedly bowed to greet him, and said with a flattering smile, "Boss Lou."

The golden folding fan tapped the shopkeeper's round head lightly, and Lou Yunmeng strolled downstairs, looked at the Du Ruowen belt on the white-faced scholar's waist, and said, "What's your relationship with... Li Ruiyuan... Young Master...? "

Everyone was surprised when they heard Li Ruiyuan.

The number one talented person in the capital, Li Ruiyuan, the eldest son of Prime Minister Li, who is a well-known elegant and upright gentleman today, who doesn't know?

Only then did Lan Xunyu remember, isn't this white-faced scholar the seventh child of the Li family?

Prime Minister Li is an upright person, he is most afraid of stealing chickens and dogs, has a wicked mind, and looks down on things of the three religions and nine streams the most. Even the servants and maids in the mansion have to learn a few poems and songs to be able to do it, and Li Ruiyuan is a dragon and a phoenix. The number one scholar, famous all over the capital, has friends all over the world, and has a high reputation.

With Lou Yunmeng's attire, she was obviously a layman, when he mentioned Prime Minister Li's eldest son, he stuttered respectfully, his originally smiling voice faltered, and his articulate words became clear.

Li Qinghan blushed and said, "It's my elder brother."

Lou Yunmeng took the silver from his purse and paid the bill for him. He counted the extra money in his hand and said, "Two coins are missing."

The shopkeeper hurriedly handed over two more copper coins, and said with a smile, "You put it away."

Just as Lou Yunmeng was about to go out, the waiter at the shop over there put his hips on his hips and challenged Lan Xunyu.

"Another one who eats the overlord's meal! You also want to sell calligraphy and paintings?!"

"I don't sell calligraphy and painting."

The waiter stared at Lan Xunyu's nose and shouted, "Don't sell calligraphy and paintings, but sell wives? That's fine."

"I don't sell my wife either..."

"Then what are you selling?!"

Lou Yunmeng was about to leave, but turned around again, with his folding fan closed against his chin, looking at Lan Xunyu leisurely, with a meaningful smile on his lips.