Wen Beiyao, who was drinking tea, suddenly choked and sprayed the tea in Guo Yixue's face.

Guo Yixue felt that her face was wet and uncomfortable. She gritted her teeth, took out a handkerchief, wiped her face, and gritted her teeth: "You owe me a beating? Yes?"

She was actually sprayed by someone!!!

"Hug, I'm sorry..." Wen Beiyao wiped his mouth, coughed a few times, and said with an apology on his face: "Princess, are you okay?"

Who asked her to say such shocking words? How could he not complain...

"Let me squirt!" Guo Yixue said, without waiting for his reaction, she picked up a plate of winter melon soup without hesitation, leaned over, and tipped it neatly on his head, with a bright smile on her face: "

Li, honor, go, come."

"Da, da, da"

The soup dripped down his shapely chin and onto the table.

Several black lines appeared on Wen Beiyao's forehead.

Too, too, too...

Gritting his teeth, suppressing his displeasure, he raised the corners of his mouth with difficulty: "Princess, it's even..."

"Well, it's even." Guo Yixue put down the plate, picked up a handkerchief and wiped her hands, smiling broadly.

People in the entire inn covered their mouths one after another, snickering and looking at the two wet people at their table.

"Xiao Er." Wen Beiyao rolled his eyes and took off the winter melon powder on his head.

"Hey, guest, sir..." The waiter suppressed a smile and asked intermittently: "Sir, do you need anything?"

"Give me a room."

"Okay, this way, sir."

Wen Beiyao followed the waiter upstairs, ignoring the smiling faces along the way.

Looking back at Guo Yixue, she saw a smile on her face and waved to herself: "I'll wait for you."

Really...

Wen Beiyao cursed in a low voice.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have cared about Qingmin!

By the time Wen Beiyao freshened up, Guo Yixue had already eaten several plates of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Hehe." Guo Yixue saw him and smiled: "Want it? It's quite delicious."

"No." Wen Beiyao sat down with his eyes and nose in mind, very calm.

"Oh, by the way." Guo Yixue swallowed the cake in her mouth and asked again: "Don't you have a crush on me?"

"Absurd, absurd." Wen Beiyao twitched the corner of his mouth: "Only Qingmin can like you."

"Tch." She curled her lips: "Then you are still so attentive?"

"Isn't it because..." He swallowed the last two words and coughed lightly: "I have a sweetheart, please don't ruin my reputation."

"Eh?" There is gossip! Guo Yixue's eyes lit up, "Who is it?"

"You don't know."

"Hey, tell me..." He looked at Guo Yixue with contempt, but still failed to break her gossip spirit: "Forget it, have you caught up with me? Is it done?"

Wen Beiyao curled his lips and showed a rare expression of frustration: "It's hard to say..."

Guo Yixue looked at him carefully and found that in modern times, he would definitely be a handsome guy that women would take secret photos of.

"What is her identity?"

Wen Beiyao looked directly at Guo Yixue: "She is... the maid of Fengminghuang's oiran... Of course, she is just a maid, not selling herself! No... Although she is just a maid, I still like her...

…Oh, that’s what it is, do you understand?”

Guo Yixue looked at him in surprise: "You...well...it's true love..."

"Of course it's true."

"Hey, take me to have a look." Guo Yixue suggested, seeing that there was nothing to do now and she didn't want to go back to the palace so soon.

"Are you sure? There is..."

"Of course I'm sure, I've been there." Guo Yixue said, immediately stood up and walked out of the inn first. Of course, the money problem was solved by Wen Beiyao behind.

Guo Yixue first went to a clothing store and bought a relatively small men's clothing. After changing into it, she followed Wen Beiyao in a dignified manner and walked into Fengminghuang.

Feng Minghuang still looked as depressed as ever. Wen Beiyuan was taken into a room by the Madam, who knew the way well. Guo Yixue naturally followed behind him.

"Mr. Wen, please wait a moment. I will ask our Ruoruo to come."

The madam twisted her waist and left the room with a sweet smile.

"Is your maid this Ruoruo?" Seeing the madam go out, Guo Yixue moved her position and asked Wen Beiyao in a low voice.

A suspicious blush began to appear on Wen Beiyao's face: "Well... don't scare her later, she doesn't know yet..."

"no problem!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the madam's soft scolding sound came from outside, followed by a burst of fragrance.

The old bustard waved the pink handkerchief in his hand, smiling so hard that his face twitched: "Master Wen, hey, our Ruoruo is here..."

"Okay, you go down." Wen Beiyao said calmly, took out a banknote from his sleeve and gave it to the madam.

The old bustard smiled even more happily: "Okay, Mr. Wen, have fun, Ruoruo, please serve Mr. Wen well."

"Okay, Aunt Mo." Ruoruo's voice was very charming, and she was indeed worthy of being an oiran.

Guo Yixue glanced at Ruoruo, she really looked like a mistress, those eyes, that mouth, that figure, that voice, tsk tsk...

However, the focus is not on her, but on the maid behind her who keeps her head lowered.

The maid was wearing a light yellow dress and stood by the door silently.

Ruoruo walked towards Wen Beiyao, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Wen Beiyao with charming eyes, that one called the electric man: "Mr. Wen, are you still the same as before?"

"Yes." Wen Beiyao lowered his head and responded. He glanced at the maid at the door with a vague look from the corner of his eyes. He stretched out his hand to pour a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Guo Yixue pushed the wine bottle further away and frowned: "Don't wait until you get drunk. I won't be able to carry you."

Wen Beiyao smiled, "Okay."

She shrugged and continued to look at the maid. She really couldn't see anything special...

"Hey, um, come here and help me pour a glass of wine. I'll give you a big reward."

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a warning look from Wen Beiyao.

The woman in yellow responded softly, walked over, filled the cup in Guo Yixue's hand, and stepped aside.

Only then did Guo Yixue see her appearance clearly. She was really a beautiful woman, especially those eyes. Occasionally looking up at someone would make people's hearts beat faster.

"Good taste..." Guo Yixue praised, forgetting that she was dressed in men's clothing, and reached out to hold the hand of the woman in yellow: "What's your name?"

The woman in yellow raised her eyes in shock and tried to pull her hand back: "This slave is Yiran."

"Ah, I'm sorry." Guo Yixue touched her nose awkwardly, and was about to continue talking when suddenly there was a noise outside. She couldn't help but look at Wen Beiyao: "Something happened outside?"

"Well, it sounds like someone is here to catch/rape you." Wen Beiyao nodded, his face getting redder and redder.

"Oh, normal." She nodded.

Wen Beiyao put down the cup in his hand and was about to reach out to pour another drink when his eyelids suddenly twitched.

It seemed like something bad was about to happen.

As soon as I had this idea, I heard a familiar voice coming from the door:
Chapter completed!