The furnishings on the sixth floor of the loft are simpler than the floor below, with almost no table and chair furnishings on the empty floor.

As the curtain moved, the wooden doors in four directions were slowly opened by waiting waiters. The evening breeze blew through the veil, and the blue fluorescence drifted in. The room seemed to be immersed in the galaxy.

Looking out of the building, the light blue starlight poured down from the sky, beautiful and mysterious.

While Song Zhi was still holding his breath to admire, Boss Yu and Zhu Wushi had already taken off their shoes and walked in. The light curtain on the dome also changed at the moment as they walked.

Song Zhi also learned to take off his shoes and put them aside. His fair and pure feet gently stepped on the floor. A soft wrapping feeling surprised him slightly. The touch was like the Japanese tatami in his previous life, but it was more textured.

Boss Yu walked in front, his water snake-like waist twisted and showed his charm, and soon arrived at the side of the river deep in the room.

Her hand gently lifted the cushion under her feet and pressed the mechanism casually. A delicate wooden table rose up, the size of which was just enough for two people to sit opposite each other.

Slap sex!

With her clapping, the waiters waiting on the edge of the house slowly retreated. When passing Song Zhi, they bowed slightly and went down the stairs one by one, leaving only a beautiful woman in green.

Boss Yu held the woman's little hand to Zhu Wushi and said in a gentle tone:

"Little Prince, I know you are not a woman, but this is a famous Qing Gong in my Yuanqing Teahouse. In addition to being good at playing music, he is also very considerate in serving people. I believe that he can serve you and your...friend well."

After saying that, Boss Yu blinked, which made Zhu Wushi a little confused. Just as he was about to refuse this kindness, Boss Yu had already bowed his head and said:

"I still have some things, so I won't bother the prince."

After saying that, she winked at the Green-clothed Qinggong and retreated outside the house.

When she passed by Song Zhi, she nodded with a smile on her face, and Song Zhi had to bow and return the gift with a smile.

After Boss Yu left, there were only three people left on the entire floor. Song Zhi also relaxed a little, walked leisurely towards the wooden table, and sat down.

Zhu Wushi also sat down on the other side, with their eyes intertwined and they were speechless.

Finally, Song Zhi spread his hands and asked weakly:

"Where is the meal?"

The green-clothed Qing Gong, who was standing aside, saw the two of them looking at each other and couldn't bear to disturb each other. Now when he heard Song Zhi ask this, he hurriedly knelt beside Song Zhi, and a crisp sound rang:

"Miss, the dishes will come up one after another, and the guests on the sixth floor are all delicious dishes prepared by the Pavilion Master himself."

Song Zhi then looked at the Qinggong and couldn't help but praise her in her heart. She was such a beautiful woman with a melon-shaped face and crescent eyebrows and a flowing eye waves that made people feel very pity.

"What's your name?" Song Zhi suddenly asked.

The Qinggong nodded slightly, and said in a gentle tone: "I am a flower name, spring fate."

Song Zhi nodded secretly. This was a good name that suited her temperament very well. He continued: "Miss Chunyuan doesn't have to be restrained. We are all serious people, but... can you not call me Miss?"

Chunyuan frowned slightly and said in confusion: "That Chunyuan should be called..."

"Call me, young master, I like others to call me like this." Song Zhi patted the table and said generously: "Sit among us."

Chunyuan looked up at Zhu Wushi and found that the adults didn't even look at him, so she stood up and lowered her head to sit on the side of the two.

"Thank you, thank you young master."

When Song Zhi heard Chunyuan change his words, he felt much better. He took off his hat and threw it aside, then fell to the ground with his back and rested on the soft floor, as if he was floating in a blue ocean.

Thinking of this, he rolled in place twice, so free!

Chunyuan was secretly surprised to see Song Zhi's "indecent" posture. The lady seemed to be a little too bold, and she was still sitting next to her...

As a result, Zhu Wushi just glanced at Song Zhi, chuckled and continued to turn to look at Jiang Jing. His long hair moved slightly, and his back was so generous that Chunyuan's face gradually turned red.

She quickly lowered her head when she thought of this, but saw Song Zhi looking at her with a strange look.

"Chunyuan, why are you blushing?"

Chunyuan hurriedly covered half of her face when she heard this and stammered: "No, no, two young masters, the dishes are still a while, I will pour tea for you first."

After saying that, she stood up slowly and went to the bamboo cabinet beside her to get the tea set. Song Zhi lay on the ground and raised his feet and patted him boredly, looking at her hurried back and sighed.

"Oh, no matter which world, there are many advanced local rules."

He remembered the restaurant he worked in his previous life, and the same was true. He could spend two hours on a set meal. If he had known this, he would have heard Zhu Wushi go to the restaurant to have a meal.

Zhu Wushi was frowning by Song Zhi's swaying feet, so he grabbed Song Zhi's barefoot and said in a deep voice: "Can you calm down?"

The sensitive feet were caught, and Song Zhi immediately withdrew his feet like lightning, reluctantly put down his legs and stood up and sat cross-legged.

Suddenly he thought of something and asked while Chunyuan was not around:

"Mr. Zhu, what kind of identity do you need to get up on the seventh floor of this teahouse?"

Zhu Wushi raised his eyebrows and said in a plain tone: "According to the rules, guests that King Gui himself must be received by him. In addition, only King Gui's descendants and 'hunting' are qualified to go up."

Song Zhi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the requirements on the seventh floor were so high. He lowered his voice and continued to ask: "Then do you think the upstairs are King Gui?"

Zhu Wushi shook his head, and his tone was affirmative:

"It is impossible. As far as I know, King Gui has not been to Wuji Mountain for at least three years. Everyone has their own important tasks. If the Yushou is not above his head, there will be only the youngest son of King Gui."

"Little son?" Song Zhi was a little curious, why did he use a special small word?

It should be impossible for Yushou. The farm-house character of the sect leader will definitely not come to such an elegant position alone.

Zhu Wushi hesitated a little, but then spoke:

"King Gui has two sons, and the eldest son inherited his martial arts talent. He is the youngest 'canon general' in Dayuan in nearly five hundred years. Now he is one of the powerful generals under King Gui's tent. His younger son is about the same age as you, but he is far less outstanding than his brother. He was left in the city of never sleep to continue his incense."

After listening to it, Song Zhi looked at Zhu Wushi's trance and seemed to hear a little admiration for the eldest son of King Gui in Zhu Wushi's words.

"Is that eldest son of King Gui very powerful?"

Zhu Wushi came to his senses and just nodded.

"Yeah, it's amazing."

"Why is Lord Zhu so powerful? After all, you are also Hun's son."

When Zhu Wushi heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked back at Song Zhi, but he didn't expect that he suddenly mentioned this.

Song Zhi was not stupid. At the first time, he inferred from the fu that Zhu Wushi and Yanshou must have a connection. He could already guess when he learned about his identity as a prince and how kind the boss of Yuanqing's attic was to him. Now he was just a confirmation.

Zhu Wushi withdrew his gaze. He had never wanted to expose his identity because the title of Yanshou's son was a pressure on him. If he could get along with Song Zhi as an ordinary demon-slaying master, he would be much less embarrassing.

Song Zhi also guessed Zhu Wushi's intention, so he never asked.

"I am ten years apart from him, and I am not from the same era, so it is difficult to compare."

Song Zhi didn't expect that Zhu Wushi would answer readily, which was equivalent to a disguised default.

Since Zhu Wushi admitted his identity, Song Zhi no longer hid it and asked his long-standing questions:

"Have you ever thought about why the emperor summoned me to send you to pick me up?"
Chapter completed!