Chapter 1573: Zhao You

Zuixianlou, as the largest restaurant in Qingzhou, has guests here all year round, and people often take pride in entering Zuixianlou for the first time.
At this time, in a corner by the window on the second floor of Zuixianlou, Zhao You was sighing and drinking alone.
Two dishes of side dishes and a pot of sake are placed on the table. Although simple, they are very expensive.
As the proton who came to the kingdom of Che Qu, Zhao You’s all expenses were actually the responsibility of the Qingzhou Yamen, and every month there was a monthly gift.
The number of these spirit stones is actually not cheap, and it is more than enough to lead an ordinary life.
But if you want to enter and leave the Zuixianlou every day, linger around the Yihong Courtyard, and soak in the Xiaojin Caves such as the World Gambling Stone Workshop, it is still very clumsy.
But Zhao You knows this.
As the prince of a country, he should have enjoyed countless glory and wealth, but now he is in another country. If he doesn't find something to do in a pastime, he really doesn't know how to survive.
Only in this way, Zhao You's life is a bit awkward. Basically, the few days at the end of each month worry about life problems.
Now that the middle of the month has come, Zhao You's mood has gradually become much lower.
He poured himself a glass of wine, drank it with his head up, and slammed the glass on the table with a slap, Zhao You was really resentful.
"If I'm in China, I'm afraid I'm enjoying the glory and wealth at this time. Even if I'm the throne, it's impossible not to get it. God has no eyes, but let me suffer this sin!"
Zhao You’s complaint came out, and the people around him glanced at him, but they were already quite familiar. Now, in Qingzhou City, no one knows that the proton Zhao You in Chequ Country’s heart is higher than the sky, and his life is thinner than paper. What's the use of complaining about those?
Perhaps the usual complaints are really useless, but today is different.
Almost as soon as Zhao You's voice fell, a voice came from behind.
"Why are you very concerned about the throne of Che Qu?"
The speaker was Chen Fan, and Ling Feiyang was still with him at this time.
After the words fell, Chen Fan immediately sat opposite Zhao You and looked at him with a smile.
"Can we sit down?"
Although it was a polite question, Chen Fan's state was taking his part.
Zhao You raised his head and looked at Chen Fan. When he noticed a companion flying up and down, his pupils shrank undetectably.
In the entire Qingzhou city, no one knows the prefect master Ling Feiyang.
So who is the person next to Ling Feiyang?
Why can the prefect's son be accompanied by?
"Not consulted?"
"Under Chen Fan."
When Chen Fan said his name faintly, Chen Fan glanced at Ling Feiyang, and the other party immediately understood.
"Little two!"
In just two words, a shopkeeper rushed over. How could business people not know Ling Feiyang, and the flattering color on his face might become substantive.
Chen Fan obviously noticed that when he saw Xiao Er's flattery to Ling Feiyang, Zhao You's mouth curled up, his expression faintly envy and jealousy.
"Get a table of the best wine and food, remember to hurry!"
Ling Feiyang was obviously familiar with eating, drinking and having fun. With a wave of his big sleeves, he threw out a bag of spirit stones. The shopkeeper quickly took it, and then ran to the kitchen to order people to prepare food and drinks.
After this scene was over, Zhao You looked down at the original thin wine and vegetable dishes on his table, and the look of envy in his eyes grew stronger.
"I don't know what the two of you are looking for?"
Forcibly forcing himself to maintain the demeanor of a prince of a country, Zhao You spoke to Chen Fan.
He is not stupid, and he can naturally see that even if he is with the prefect's son, the real person in charge is this young man named Chen Fan.
"His surname is Chen, with such a high status, is it possible that he belongs to the great Chen family?"
At this moment, the thoughts in Zhao You's heart were one after another, and the eyes looking at Chen Fan became more and more solemn, as if he thought of many things.