After spending a hundred gold coins as a deposit, he had to eat something to calm down his shock.

According to Ryoko, guests are not allowed to touch the auction items from the beginning to the end of the auction.

Baishengzhai has a full-time treasure appraiser sitting in the warehouse to ensure that every auction item is authentic before it is shipped out of the warehouse. Once a guest takes a photo of the favorite treasure, a guard of Xuanba level will deliver the treasure to the buyer.

In other words, Ling Luoyu only had the opportunity to touch it after taking a picture of his smile.

Liangzi presented a picture album with respectful hands: "Third Young Master, Young Master Feng, this is the lot that our Baishengzhai will auction today. You two young masters, please take a look... The younger one is right outside the door. If anything happens, just call me!"

"

Ling Luoyu bit her apple, waved her hand nonchalantly to wait outside the door, stood up and walked to the small terrace.

The layout of Baishengzhai is similar to that of the Opera House, with six floors above and below, divided into dozens of arched terraces, all surrounding the hall downstairs.

In the middle of the hall is a high platform with a red satin carved wooden table, which should be where the auction items are placed.

Ling Luoyu's original intention was to take action before her smile turned onto the stage, but now it seems that she has to find another way.

Feng Chenglin squeezed to her side and gnawed on the watermelon without any image.

"What are you looking at?"

Ling Luoyu was about to say something perfunctory, but he jumped up as if he had seen a ghost and pointed to a terrace on the third floor.

"Ms. Zuo... Zuo..."

Ling Luoyu stared and saw only a purple dress passing by, but saw nothing.

"What Miss Zuo?"

"My wife... is not... the wife my grandpa planned to give to me..." Feng Chenglin was about to stay, "She is the daughter of Minister Zuo, Miss Zuo Furong... Furong... what a beautiful name!"

"

The corner of Ling Luoyu's lips twitched, and his eyes looked at Fatty Feng with a hint of disgust.

Does this girl know what self-knowledge is?

She had heard of Zuo Furong. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also versatile.

She is proficient in playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and embroidery. What's more important is that she has reached the first level of Xuan Ling at a young age of fifteen.

Such a talented and beautiful woman has many young men coveting her, and he, the fat man, even shamelessly wants to get involved.

"Damn fat man, you are so shameless! How can you blaspheme such a stunning beauty like Miss Furong? I advise you, just go to bed!"

Ling Luoyu's words made Feng Chenglin look a little sad for a moment. He threw away the watermelon dejectedly and sat down on one side.

"I know I'm not good enough for her... so I just thought about it in my mind! Do you think I really don't know how much I weigh?!"

Feng Chenglin's sadness made Ling Luoyu feel unbearable.

Since ancient times, heroes love beauties. Although Feng Chenglin is a bear at best, he still has the right to pursue love.

"Damn fat man, what's the use of knowing how much you weigh? You have to let her know..."

Feng Chenglin raised his head in surprise: "What did you say?"

"Of course I confess my love to her!"

"No, no! If she refuses, wouldn't I be completely embarrassed?"

Ling Luoyu sneered: "You don't even have the energy to wear silk, how can you seduce a goddess?"!

She grabbed Feng Chenglin's collar and dragged him up: "Follow me..."

The third floor of Baishengzhai is a floor exclusively for female guests. No man is allowed to enter without permission.
Chapter completed!