Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"Please slow down!"

Wu Gong stopped the maid who was about to leave in the distance: "You mean we can choose from all these private rooms?"

"Yes."

"Choose as many rooms as you want?"

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "The private room is large enough for people to sit together."

Wu Gong nodded, turned back and pointed at Qiao Feng beside him: "My eldest brother is injured, and you are going to dismiss him with just one empty sentence."

The maid was stunned for a moment, then a smile broke out on her face: "I will ask the doctor to come here."

"No need." Qiao Feng swung his arm vigorously, and the arm had been reattached. It seemed to be as good as before, but everyone present knew that this arm would be affected within a month or two.

A smile appeared on his face, "Brother Qiao, I know you are magnanimous. But we came to see a show, and now we have gone through three levels for no reason and even injured you. Now I want a few more rooms." No, this theater is really big."

The maid was sensitive to what Wu Gong wanted to express.

There was silence for a moment.

She bowed slightly: "On behalf of Liu Yanfang, I apologize to you. I can give you two more private rooms and let you choose. Do you have any other requests? If not, I have to leave first."

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

The maid stopped talking, quickly helped Chen Shisan up from the ground, turned and walked deeper into the corridor.

Wu Gong turned around and said to everyone: "How can you find someone when you are crowded into a room? The angle is different, and you can't even have a clear view of the lobby downstairs. Let's choose several rooms to sit separately, so that we can better find that person."

Everyone nodded to express their understanding.

Then Huang Rong said: "Since she said that these private rooms belong to us, let's sit separately. I took a look from behind. From these three private rooms, we can see every corner of the lobby below."

"I'll go to the one on the east side. I'll heal my wounds first. Let's talk slowly."

After Qiao Feng finished speaking, he bowed slightly and walked into the easternmost private room alone.

Duan Yu hesitated for a moment and then followed.

Although he really wanted to, shamelessly sit in the same room with Wang Yuyan.

But the concept of men and women not being intimate made him give up the idea.

Miejie pointed to the second room and said to Li Qingluo: "In order to prevent accidents, you come with me. If any accidents happen, I can protect you mother and daughter."

Li Qingluo smiled and nodded, turned around and walked into the room, but her eyes lingered on Wu Gong for a moment.

The meaning is self-evident.

When Wu Gong saw that there was no one around, he hugged Huang Rong and carried her into the last room.

In the background.

Chen Yuanyuan wears light makeup.

She wore pink theatrical makeup on her face and her lips were dyed bright red, making her extremely beautiful. Looking at myself in the mirror, there is a bit of playfulness and charm in her eyes. She went on stage at the age of fourteen and sang for six years before the Manchus conquered the north. She fled to Guangdong with the troupe and was taken in as an adopted daughter to redeem her life.

I thought I would no longer have to be homeless, exposed, and running around.

Unexpectedly, it was given as a gift to others.

She was shipwrecked again while taking a boat on the way. Although she did not die, she was stranded on a deserted island for five years. Although she has returned to land now, she does not live long.

He reached out and pulled up his sleeve, revealing a light red flower underneath.

This is called Poseidon Flower.

This flower is a poison, a poison that has only one antidote.

From the desert island where I lived for five years.

This flower originally grew in the center of the palm of my hand, but as time goes by, it slowly moves closer to my heart.

Once it grows to her heart, she will die immediately.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't want to die. No one would want to die without any special reason.

Relying on the things he brought from the desert island, Chen Yuanyuan established his own business and trained his subordinates. He wanted to return to the desert island and obtained an antidote that could save his life.

But it is a pity that after trying three times in a row, they always failed and suffered heavy casualties.

In desperation, Chen Yuanyuan came up with this method. She wanted to use her early fame to attract martial arts masters so that she could reorganize a team and save her life. To this end, she was going to come up with something that would impress everyone. baby.

"Master, there are three private rooms on the second floor." A maid in a pink dress came in from the outside. She gently took the comb from the maid next to her and slowly combed Chen Yuanyuan's hair. head.

"Oh? Who are they?"

"The person who reported his family name was Qiao Feng, the former deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, and there was also a young man. The third, fifth, and thirteenth children all said that the evil spirit on his body was very strong. At the same time, his palms could expand, and he had the weight of ten thousand kilograms. Li, the third child with a body made of sea stone, was pushed forward easily by him. I don’t know the other few, they should not be from Fuzhou."

"Oh! I understand." Chen Yuanyuan covered her sleeves and was about to speak when another maid suddenly walked in from the door: "Master, someone has passed the first level again!"

Chen Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows: "This Fuzhou is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Xiaosi, go and have a look."

"Yes, Master!"

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The private room is really big and can indeed seat seven or eight people.

But once seven or eight people sit in, no matter how large the private room is, it will seem a little cramped.

Wu Gong couldn't help but feel grateful for his decision.

In the center of the private room, there is a row of armchairs.

There is a tea table with snacks and fruits on the compartment of the chair.

The window directly in front is not made of window paper, but of translucent white gauze.

Through the white gauze, you can clearly see the center of the stage.

At the same time, you can also see that the lobby below is gradually filling up with people.

Chen Yuanyuan is really a grand person.

If the place below is full, at least a thousand people can sit there.

You know, this is not a modern era with developed industry.

The consumption of manpower and material resources to build such a large venue is unimaginable.

Huang Rong peeled off a lychee and put it to Wu Gong's mouth.

She also didn't expect that there were fresh lychees here.

However, given the developed maritime trade here, it is not surprising that fresh lychees are available.

Wu Gong gently bit Huang Rong's finger and smiled while looking at her handsome men's clothes.

"Godmother, it hasn't started yet and there are no outsiders in the room, so why not!"

"Little bastard, aren't you afraid of being heard by people outside? If someone outside hears it, how do you want your godmother to behave?" Although Huang Rong did not agree, she was already ready to move in her heart.

"It's cool to be a ghost under the peonies. Besides, who dares to hear it when I'm here? I'll kill anyone who hears it!"

(happy to hear and see)