Chapter 13: Vignette

Around Beijing is a wealthy town.
Chu Yan was very happy, he aimed at the best inn in the town.
Mei Qiandeng drove the carriage, Chu Yan lay beside the window and did not blink, for fear that the old and disobedient Mei Qiandeng drove elsewhere.
"That's the one with the big red lantern hanging from Yuelai Inn! I'm going to live there today."
Mei Qiandeng looked back, the carriage curtain was actually covered, and he couldn't see the stupidity of the prince holding his buttocks. But there was something meaningful in her indifferent eyes, even with a smile.
Soon, according to Chu Yi, Mei Qiandeng parked the carriage outside the luxurious Yuelai Inn. Chu Yi couldn't wait to jump down and had no time to take care of his image. His hair was a little messy, and Huafu had a lot of wrinkles under it. And there is a diamond-shaped "brand" in the middle of his forehead, like the third eye of the Erlang, and it is the same as the carved carved window of the carriage. It was the result of this uncle's being too excited to stick to the window.
What excited him? Nothing more than want to quickly eat a good meal, then take a hot bath, and then sleep comfortably. No, no, he had to go to the toilet first, he had to sit on a clean, wishful bucket and excrete it completely. On the day that the carriage was bumpy, he could n’t even solve the feces.
"Treasurer, come to the three rooms!" Chu Yan patted the shopkeeper's table, impatient, "let Xiao Er lead the way faster."
The treasurer was holding an abacus, without raising his head. He said, "Three or two pieces of silver."
Chu froze, "I haven't lived yet. What do you want my money to do?"
The shopkeeper looked up at this moment. With a pair of small but condensed eyes, he cast a disgusted expression on Chu Yan, and said, "What do you want to do with silver? Deposit, don't you know? Look at this boy's well-dressed , But I have never lived in a luxury inn. "
Chu was angry.
He snorted, what is the inn, it will be hiss all over the world. After humming, he licked his mouth, lowered his head to touch his chest, and then touched his belt. Hmm ... Ah! He suddenly came to his senses, his beautiful eyes turning left and right.
Before leaving the house in the morning, he packed his bags with good-looking clothes and easy-to-use skin care products, and even brought a luminous cup for drinking. Too many things stuffed the burden into a giant ball, and at the time was mocked by Mei Qiandeng's diaonu.
It turned out that he had forgotten to bring money out.
Asking what money is in the world, it makes life and death a promise!
You said that he brought so many things out, and he should have packed a stack of silver tickets in his pocket earlier. Wherever he went, he would have nothing to lose.
But in fact, you can't blame the prince when you look into it. Chu Yan lived in the palace all the year round and had no habit of using money. Even if he occasionally went out of the palace, there were always attendants and he did not need him to pay.
In addition, the emperor and the queen have never given the prince a penny of pocket money. If it is a reward for the festival, it is a rare treasure. Where is the royal family so vulgar and what is the reward?
Chu Yan stood silently for a while, and no one knew what kind of drama he was performing in his heart. Anyway, only after seeing him quickly, he adjusted the expression on his face, shook his head, and haughtily dropped the sentence proudly: "What luxury inn, the service attitude is so poor, Master Ben is not willing to live."
Just then, the shopkeeper's table "clicked" softly. A pair of jade hands put down something, Mei Qiandeng took his hand away, exposing a bar of gold, and the shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lighted like little stars in the sky.
"Master, please stay away! The shop just didn't entertain you well, really ..."
Mei Qiandeng didn't speak, and her arms steadied horizontally, separating Chu Yan from others.
The shopkeeper quickly turned around and shouted Xiao Er, to take people upstairs.
His Royal Highness was very clever, and he immediately rushed to put the gold in the treasurer's table into his pocket. Then he turned around, raised his chin high, and exhaled from his nose: "It's all said, Master Ben is not rare, go."
Mei Qiandeng retracted his arm and followed Chu Yan to leave, no sound from beginning to end.
"Master."
"Why."
Chu Yan was angry, he was never angry with Mei Qiandeng, but this time he was angry with himself. When he went out without money, just like going to the toilet without paper, Mei Qiandeng must have laughed at him again.
"Give me back the gold in your sleeve."
That's Mei Qiandeng's own money, Prince, you don't want to take it for yourself.
"Who wants you gold, who scarce you gold!"
You reckless husband! You diaonu!
Chu Yan was furious and could not rest.
That night, Mei Qiandeng casually found a small inn to settle down. Chu Xun was so angry that he refused to get out of the carriage, and was kicked by Song Gelao.
"From now on, only those with silver in them will be in charge."
Mei Qiandeng cast a friendly look on Song Ge Lao.
In the matter of waiting for the prince, they have reached a consensus in silence.
In the inn's kitchen, there are still leftovers and leftovers. Song Ge warmed up Xiao Er, and the parents went upstairs to the Prince's room.
Chu Yan lay on the table and glanced at the dishes in several white porcelain bowls.
Song Ge rarely lowered his voice, leaned closer to Chu Yi and said, "Master, we're on a microservice tour now, we can't reveal our identity, right?"
Chu Zheng nodded.
"If you are a young master, Xiaodeng will be a young kid for you. It makes sense for a rich young master to sneak out and play with young kid.
Chu Yan frowned and didn't speak.
Song Ge said with a smile: "Moreover, if the three of us focus on you, it is very eye-catching. Master, you know, you are too handsome and dusty."
Chu Yan took a cup of coarse tea with a luminous cup, and Song Ge Lao said the same thing as this coarse tea. For the sake of some merits, he barely swallowed. He touched his throat subconsciously, and there was already a small bulge. The book said it was a throat knot, a sign that a man was becoming an adult.
"I admit that you are a bit too handsome, but you can't blame me."
The old man in Song Ge bowed his head, "Yes, so the old man has already figured out the countermeasures, you know, this is also out of protection for you."
"What is the response?"
"Master, you and Xiaodeng become Xiaosi, and the old man comes to be the eye-catching one. Anyway, the old man is too old to die."
Chu Yan's eyelids jumped, "Song Ge, do you want to bully?"
"Old man is afraid."
"A bad old man, but with two good-looking little s ..." Wait, how can I blurt out two, clearly one!
Song Ge replied, "Yeah, this is even more so. The old man is a very bad old man, isn't he? Besides, you also said that because of two good looks, he is not a standout, but is evenly divided. Master, this is the most Security countermeasures. "
"No, I don't agree."
"Master." Mei Qiandeng buried his head and drank, put down his chopsticks, and finally spoke.
"Why!"
"Are you rich?"
You can't be the master without money.
Chu Xun's face turned red, but she was speechless.
a long time.
In the whole small inn, I heard Chu Yan roaring: "Why are there no dishes in these broken bowls-yes-there!"