"Little Qi Zi."
Then, that uniquely magnetic voice rang out again, penetrating the vermilion wooden door and reaching the ears of the servant waiting outside.
"Hey, young master, are you done?" The servant was quick-witted; as soon as he heard the voice coming from inside, he knew that his young master had finished.
"Okay, send all of these upstairs. As for the price, we'll see." After saying that, the person inside opened the tightly closed door.
The person hidden in the shadows looked at the servant waiting outside the door and asked again, "Do you understand?"
This sentence is obviously meaningful; the price can be set as high as it can be, since those ladies and young women don't care about that little bit of money anyway.
The servant lowered his head, lifted his eyelids slightly, and realized that no one could rival his young master's cunning.
Just as the servant was secretly complaining about his young master, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, which startled him so much that he immediately cried out.
"Ouch, that hurts, young master, you're doing this again." The servant immediately covered his head, and his tone was not as respectful as usual, probably because he had been with his master for a long time and had gotten used to it.
Then, the servant put his hands behind his head, raised his face, and looked at his young master.
However, in that one glance, the servant was instantly rendered speechless with complaint.
It was early morning, and the warm sunlight shone directly on the person by the door.
The woman wore a dark red long robe, with a dark gold belt with black cloud patterns about four fingers wide around her waist, and black brocade boots. At this moment, she stood with her hands behind her back, watching the servant who had been beaten in pain with a faint smile.
The golden sunlight seemed to bathe her entire body in a golden glow, making her look both sacred and alluring. These two extreme qualities were displayed on her simultaneously, yet there was no sense of incongruity.
Her jet-black hair was tied up high at the back of her head and secured with a jet-black hair crown. A red jade hairpin was inserted into the bun, its blood-red color set against the jet-black hair.
Her slender eyebrows slanted upwards towards her temples, and her pair of dark phoenix eyes were like an abyss, drawing one in. Her high, straight nose adorned her face, and her two delicate, pink lips, like flower petals, held a hint of a smile, full of affection.
His handsome features were tinged with a bewitching charm, and the wind rustled through his sleeves, making him appear incredibly alluring. He gazed at the dumbfounded servant boy before him with a slight smile on his lips.
"What's wrong? You see me every day, yet you're still so dazed?" The voice, half-smiling and half-smiling, teased the silly person.
It seems this servant really learned from his master. They say that like master, like servant, and it's true.
"Young master is the most handsome man in the world." The servant, regaining his composure, couldn't help but praise him again.
No wonder, with his young master's alluring appearance, it's no wonder that so many women are eager to catch his eye.
Young Master is truly insightful. From now on, whatever fine cosmetics you make, have him deliver them to the brothel. He won't show up himself, leaving those young ladies only able to sigh in vain.
"You've got a sweet tongue again today. Go on, in a bit, I'll take you to eat Tianxianglou's signature dish." Speaking of the signature dish, Feng Qingge couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and as her thin lips curved upwards, her aura suddenly became wicked.
"Yes, sir, I'll go right away." Upon hearing this, the servant's face lit up with joy. Wasn't Tianxianglou's signature dish the crispy duck?
The servant quickly entered the room, collected the boxes on the table one by one, put them into a bundle, greeted his young master, and hurried out.
Crispy fried duck, just thinking about it makes his mouth water.
At times like these, the servant was always glad that he had chosen the right master, except that his master was terrible at naming things.
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