Chapter 611 Can’t You Make Me Look a Little More Mysterious?

"Wait!" Ji Fengyuan reached out to grab Yun Zhimeng, but he ducked away.

Yun Zhimeng looked at Ji Fengyuan indifferently, couldn't help but sneered, opened the door, and left without looking back.

Ji Fengyuan gritted her teeth secretly from behind and frowned tightly.

"Girl?" The little maid came in from outside and saw Ji Fengyuan gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. She was a little scared and called out timidly.

Ji Fengyuan closed her eyes tightly, turned around irritably, and continued to pack her luggage.

The little maid hesitated for a moment and then said: "Girl, the servant of the gentleman in room three is waiting at the door. He said that the gentleman wants to see the girl."

Room three?

Ji Fengyuan frowned, and her expression turned ugly when she thought of who that person was.

The little maid asked: "Are you going to recommend it?" Although those who can stay in Baxiufang are all distinguished guests and should not be offended, Baxiufang also has the rules of Baxiufang. There are only women in the house, so it is inconvenient to get in and out. If there are male guests living in the brothel, misunderstandings will inevitably arise. If both parties abide by the etiquette, it will be fine. However, some men always think that the Xiufang girl is the same as the brothel girl outside, and they will harass her. , for this kind of guests, it is easy to push them away, or they can be driven away directly.

Baxiu Fang is a dance studio, not a sleazy place where people hide dirt and sell dog meat.

The little maid's understanding was very clear. A male guest wanted to meet the head dancer of their show alone. Isn't this an evil plot?

The little maid was a little angry, but she couldn't wait for her girl to give the order, so she was a little anxious. Just when she was waiting to say something else, she heard Ji Fengyuan say: "Now?"

The little maid was stunned and said: "I mean now, but girl, if you don't want to see me, you don't need to..."

"Since you are the guest of the shop owner, you should give some face no matter what." Ji Fengyuan said, and looked at herself in the bronze mirror again to make sure that her current appearance was not ostentatious or rude, then she stroked her bun and went to Go outside the door.

Just after passing through the corridor, I saw someone standing there, who was the subordinate of the distinguished guest in Room 3.

The subordinate didn't seem surprised to see Ji Fengyuan. He just gestured with his hands to signal Ji Fengyuan to follow him in.

When they arrived at the guest room, the man led Ji Fengyuan to the second floor, stopped the little maid who was following behind and said, "The master only wants to see Miss Fengyuan."

Ji Fengyuan's palms felt a little warm, but she still waved her hand and sent the little maid away.

The door was opened, Ji Fengyuan glanced at the empty room, smelled the musk smell wafting out of it, and finally walked in.

As soon as Ji Fengyuan entered, the door was closed from the outside.

At the same time, Yun Zhimeng, who had just returned to the room, received the news.

"That guest's name is Ji Fengyuan?"

The maid nodded repeatedly: "Yes, many people have seen it. If you say that this girl Feng Yuan is usually a tough person, she can't even look down on any of the handsome and talented people who come here for their fame, let alone any high-ranking officials." They met in person and were alone in a room privately. Just after entering and having a cup of tea, word spread in the showroom. Many girls said that Miss Fengyuan knew that she was old. Although she wanted to go back to her hometown, the fact was that Maybe she wants to marry somewhere."

Yun Zhimeng didn't think Ji Fengyuan was attracted to that person.

That person was related to the royal family. Ji Fengyuan had no reason not to know. The Ji family's intelligence network was no worse than that of Baxiufang.

But since he knew he was an old enemy, why did he voluntarily send him to his door?

Feeling a little puzzled, Yun Zhimeng ordered: "Go outside and watch when Ji Fengyuan comes out, and then come back."

The little maid hurriedly responded and hurried to watch the excitement.

There is something big going on in Baxiufang today!

Miss Feng Yuan, who has been a standout performer for many years, is going to dance with Dream Weaver, who has been equally famous for many years and whose dancing skills are equally stunning, with her beautiful clothes and lotus steps.

This is undoubtedly a great joy for all those who love dancing. It is said that Miss Fengyuan is leaving Baxiufang, and Miss Dreamweaver specially gives Miss Fengyuan a ride to express her feelings.

How many people praised Miss Dreamweaver for her love and righteousness.

But at the same time, some people also speculated, how many years has this dream-weaver girl been suppressed by girl Fengyuan? Is today's move a real farewell, or is it a way to tell everyone that Ji Fengyuan's era has finally passed, and next, the top spot in Baxiufang will still give Yunwei Meng to her.

Of course, this is only the narrow speculation of a small number of people. Most people are still unwilling to think of two young women who are equally beautiful and equally stunning in dancing.

On a crowded night, the lights in Baxiufang were brightly lit. Rong Huang sat quietly in the room, making a sunspot in his hand. After dropping the sunspot, he picked up the tea at hand and took a sip, savoring the fragrance of the tea between his teeth.

"That person in your family has not just escaped from danger, so why do you want to come to my place to drink tea? Aleng, this is not like you."

Putting down a white stone, the stern man sitting opposite didn't even raise his head. He just folded his hands and said, "She is safe."

Rong Huang smiled: "How safe is this Guyong Mansion?"

Rong Leng finally raised his eyes: "What does the emperor want to say? Zhong Ziyu, or something else?"

Rong Huang took another sip of tea, spoke loudly, leaned back on the chair, and sighed: "Aleng, sometimes I think it's good that you are smart. People should be smarter. The smarter the better. , because only smart people can live longer, but sometimes, I want you to be dumber, or pretend to be dumber. Tell me, why did you find out everything about me so clearly? Uncle Huang is here I can’t keep any secrets from you?”

Rong Leng lowered his eyes: "Guyong Mansion is very safe. Uncle Huang feels it is not safe here because you came and brought a series of tails with you."

Rong Huang immediately looked disgusted: "Look, you said it again, why did you say it! Can't you save some face for me, your uncle? Can't you make me look a little more mysterious?"

"Uncle, my nephew is not joking with you."

Rong Huang smiled: "You are right, am I joking with you? I am also very serious. Although our words were unclear last time, I thought you should know and understand my affairs. It’s not appropriate for you to ask.”

Last time Rong Huang sent Huang Er here, wasn't it just to keep Rong Leng out of the matter?

Rong Huang came to Guyong Mansion for no reason. Rong Leng was secretly wary, but he really didn't want to interfere too much.

In Rong Leng's view, no matter what King Quan wants to do, it will never be completed overnight. King Quan has not made any big moves yet. Everything is in its infancy. If he interferes too much, he will only scare the snake and wait and see what happens. Looking at it, it’s not impossible.

But this was just what Rong Leng had thought last time. This time, since Rong Leng came to the door, the situation naturally changed.

Looking at Rong Huang's usual giggling and naughty smile, and thinking of the news he received this morning, Rong Leng frowned slightly.