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Chapter 156: Too dirty

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    The night is like ink, covering the prosperous Imperial Capital.

    The light and shadow in the distance are beautiful, and the streets are still noisy.  It was quiet outside Dali Temple. A carriage was parked quietly, waiting for its owner to arrive.

    Murong Ci walked out of the door and saw Murong Yu getting on the carriage, so he hurried towards his carriage.

    An attendant walked over quickly and said respectfully: "Your Highness, the prince has invited you."

    She knew this would happen and didn't intend to pay attention. The attendant said reluctantly: "Your Highness, the prince said that he has something important to discuss with his highness."

    It¡¯s like this again!  Can you come up with some fresh excuses?

    She took a deep breath and was about to move forward when she heard the attendant say again: "His Royal Highness said that if His Highness does not get on the carriage, He will come over and join His Highness"

    Before he could finish speaking, she had already walked over.

    Qinruo had no choice but to follow him. This royal prince really had a way of controlling His Highness to death.

    As the carriage set off, Murong Ci saw Murong Yu closing his eyes and concentrating, his stern snowy face hidden in the shadows, a trace of light and shadow leaking from the azure curtain flickering on his face, the light color was faint and dark red.

    "What important matter does the prince have to discuss with me?"

    She asked angrily, and suddenly heard the sound of gurgling - it was already past dinner time, and she was so hungry that her chest touched her back.

    She planned to find a restaurant on the street to fill her stomach, and then return to the East Palace to pass on the food. She would be hungry.

    Murong Yu suddenly opened his eyes and asked seriously: "Where do you want to have dinner? My palace or a restaurant on the street?"

    Murong Ci was stunned, suspecting that his ears were broken and he heard wrongly.

    "Is this the important thing you're talking about?"

    "Food is the most important thing for the people, isn't it the most important thing?" He looked calm and calm, and did not feel that he had deceived anyone at all.

    "I do want to have a meal, but I'd better go back to the East Palace first." She shouted outside, "Stop the car."

    However, the carriage had no intention of stopping.

    He closed his eyes again to rest, and said coldly: "Save some energy to eat later."

    Murong Ci stretched out his hands and fiercely scratched, ravaged, and squeezed his handsome face that was indignant to both humans and gods, with a vicious expression on his face.

    However, it was just a virtual movement and fantasy in mid-air - scratching his handsome face to pieces.

    Murong Yu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

    At the same time, her hands froze in mid-air with such a strange and weird gesture.

    "There are mosquitoesI am catching mosquitoes."

    She was upset after saying that. Is it necessary to lie to explain?  is it necessary?  is it necessary?

    After a while, the carriage stopped and they walked into a house.  She looked up and saw four large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes written on the plaque: Qingyun Villa.

    I couldn¡¯t help but wonder, could this be his villa?

    However, after entering, she realized that this was not his villa, but a villa where he ran a restaurant business.  It's just that the owner of this villa has a novel idea. He runs a restaurant business in a poetic villa with pavilions, bridges and flowing water, which is very interesting.

    Murong Yu's attendant said that the villa is quiet in the bustle and has only twelve elegant rooms. The names of each elegant room have a special meaning, whether they are elegant, humorous or fairy.  The dishes here are very different from the famous restaurants in Imperial Capital. They are mainly medicinal food, supplemented by customary dishes from various places.  It will make you feel better to dine in this picturesque, fairy-like and dreamy place. Of course, the charges are also expensive. It only entertains dignitaries and dignitaries. Even if you have gold and silver, you may not be able to come in and dine.

    A month ago, Qingyun Villa opened for business, and within a few days it became a hit in the Imperial Capital. All the dignitaries and dignitaries in the city heard the news and came here to taste the new dishes.

    In just half a month, Qingyun Villa has become popular among the dignitaries and aristocrats of the Imperial Capital, and it is becoming more and more popular day by day.  Due to the limited number of private rooms, dining here must be booked in advance, and the reservation has been made for six days later.

    Murong Ci was speechless, "Does the prince have to make a reservation when he comes to dine here?"

    "What kind of status is the prince? There is no need to make a reservation." The attendant smiled and said, "The owner of the villa has specially reserved a private room for the prince. Even if the prince does not come, it will not be used by others. The owner of the villa said that this room is only for the prince.  special case."

    "You talk a bit too much today." Murong Yu said coldly, "Later, tell the boss that you can come down to the back of the palace for dinner and use my private room."

    "Yes." The attendant responded quickly.

    She curled her lips and said, "I am not as wealthy as you. I can't afford such expensive medicinal food."

    Murong Yu said: "He held a silver chopstick in his chest, his eyes were wide-eyed, his mouth was slightly open, and his face was full of shock.

    Why did the waiter ask, "Sir, are you not satisfied with these dishes?"

    Murong Yu put down his silver chopsticks and said, "Aren't these dishes made by Chef Huang?"

    The waiter gave a thumbs up and said, "You are really amazing. Chef Huang started to have diarrhea this afternoon and went back to rest an hour ago. These dishes were made by Chef Huang's apprentice. Today is a special situation and it will never happen.  Next time, please forgive me."

    "Next time I come, if Chef Huang is not here, I must inform me first."

    "Yes, yes, yes. Thank you for your understanding.

    "Go down."

    "The little one asked the kitchen to bring two dishes as an apology to me."

    Murong Yu nodded, and the waiter wiped his sweat and left.

    Murong Ci put a piece of duck meat into his mouth, "What kind of tongue do you have? I am already picky enough, but you are even more picky than me. How can you let the cook live?"

    He continued to speak venomously, "Your Highness, you can't even taste the essence of these dishes. Aren't you growing your tongue in vain?"

    She burst into tears and said, "I can't tell you have such a state, I admire you."

    He finally moved the silver chopsticks. Although he was reluctant, the quality was at least better than those in the restaurants in the city.

    Thinking of the erotic pictures on the two walls in the inner room, she felt uneasy and couldn't help but secretly wonder: Did he have any other intention in bringing her here?

    "Your Highness, don't you think the massacre of the Zhou family went too smoothly?" Murong Yu suddenly spoke, his eyes falling on her face.

    "Huh?" Murong Ci thought carefully and realized that the investigation of the Zhou family tragedy was indeed successful.

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