"Young Master, do you want a private room or..."

It seemed that he felt Wang Zheng's distractedness. The smiling servant kindly reminded him, and also called Wang Zheng back from his erratic state of thought.

Wang Zheng looked around and immediately understood the difference between the so-called private room and the lobby.

The so-called lobby is the tables, chairs and benches arranged in the first floor lobby, which is not much different from the lobby of a hotel in a previous life.

As for the private room, it is a circle with a shape on the second floor. Each private room has floor-to-ceiling windows to open. Once the window is opened, you can admire the singer's performance from a high place.

This kind of noble family is undoubtedly a must-have for art or pretentious people.

Moreover, although the partition wall of the private room is not thick, it has a lot of array patterns. I think it will have good defense and privacy.

However, since it is to experience the customs and customs, Wang Zheng naturally would not choose a private room.

I saw Wang Zheng with a calm smile on his face, "Just be fine in the lobby."

"Okay, come on, Master, please sit here. Do you want to click on something first?"

The servant did not have any inconvenience in service because Wang Zheng chose the lobby, but instead led Wang Zheng to a seat with a passionate look on his face.

After carefully wiping the already smooth tables and chairs seats, he made an invitation to Wang Zheng.

"What are you all?" Wang Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked with a natural expression.

In fact, it was the first time Wang Zheng was in such an occasion, and he was completely unaware of the various passages here.

Even Wang Zheng didn't know whether this Ruyifang would pay the bill first or later.

If you pay the bill first, it will be embarrassing if you don’t know that it will be embarrassing if you pay the bill later. If you pay the bill later, it will be even more embarrassing if you pay the bill now.

If you have a mobile phone now, Wang Zheng would definitely post secretly to ask: The first time I came to Ruyifang, how can I pretend to be coming often, and wait online, which is quite urgent.

"We have ordinary items in our Ruyifang, as long as you want, we have them.

The local spirits produced in Xiling City, the bamboo leaf green transported from the south, and even the grape wine from the western continent, and the rum made by the dwarfs!

Of course, if the guest wants to drink spiritual wine, we have it, but there are not many varieties..."

Faced with Wang Zheng's inquiry, the servant began to talk freely, without notice, and Wang Zheng's eyes had already wandered around.

As if you come often, Wang Zheng smiled indifferently and slapped a few crystal coins on the table: "The characteristics of Xiling City, you can just look at it."

"Okay, then Master, please wait."

The servant who was somewhat skilled in martial arts quickly collected the crystal coins on the table, and then retreated temporarily after the enthusiastic greeting.

Seeing the servant leaving, Wang Zheng muttered to himself: "Fortunately, my buddy has strong learning ability, otherwise it would be embarrassing to be honey."

It turned out that while the servant introduced Ruyifang, Wang Zheng quickly swept around with his innate martial artist's clever ears and eyes, and understood that this Ruyifang was a first-price and then the goods.

So, Wang Zheng then showed a familiar look, avoiding possible embarrassment.

Soon, some exquisite pastries and a pot of strong wine were brought up by the servant. Wang Zheng was eating the pastries with relish and looked at the customs and customs of Xiling City.

At this moment, the sound of silk and bamboo suddenly stopped abruptly, and the guzheng slowly came from the upper floor. With the sound of the guzheng, a curtain slowly opened, and a woman covered by white sand appeared in everyone's vision.

"Miss Ze'er is finally willing to show up."

"Beautiful Miss Zeer, do you still remember me? I am Rantis!"

"Miss Ze'er, Zhang has tossed and turned in recent days and finally has a masterpiece dedicated to Miss Ze'er."

As the woman appeared, almost all the men in Ruyifang were in full bloom.

Obviously, this half-covered girl Ze'er should be a courtesan here.

At least in Wang Zheng's eyes, even if this girl Ze'er is half-covered and half-exposed, she is still full of different charm.

In this Ruyi Square, it is like a blooming peony.

"I wonder what master Gao has?"

Miss Ze'er's voice was soft, as if it could flow into the depths of people's hearts as if it was lightly described.

As soon as Miss Ze'er said this, countless echoes were heard around her:

"Young Master Gao is here? Alas, it seems that the guest who entered the curtain today is Mr. Gao. Although I, Wang Er, is a cultivator, is really not good at Wuwen and Nongmo, which Miss Ze'er prefers."

"Young Master Gao is the first young Confucian and Taoist person in Xiling City. He is born with literary heart. I think the works he carefully prepared will become the legend of our Xiling City again."

"Although I come from the Western Continent, I have always admired the culture of the Eastern Continent. I think Gao's poems will not disappoint me."

"Young Master Gao, I want to hear it! I want to see the most talented man in Xiling City recite poems."

Those who echoed were both men and women, and the men basically looked admiration and respect for the young Confucian scholar without exception.

And the woman basically looked at the man with more or less joy and spring.

Following the eyes of everyone, Wang Zheng saw a man in his twenties dressed in white dress.

The man had an unruly smile on his face, coupled with his proud and flying eyebrows, which was obviously a young literary monk who was in the limelight, at least in Xiling City, could be regarded as a character.

Even, under the breath of a first-level, the literary monk's agility of literary and spiritual energy was already extremely rich.

Obviously, he is a genius who is born with literary mind and does not have to accumulate literary spirit and condense literary mind like ordinary children before he can use literary methods.

Taking the scene seriously, the man stood up and stood up without hesitation, with the proud look on his face almost unconcealed.

However, there was always a smile on his face, and he bowed to the four sides like a pride of heaven and said:

"You really praise Zhang. Gao is now just a literary monk in the late stage of his childhood, even if he has a literary mind.

But since it is hard to refuse the affection, Gao did write a poem for Miss Ze'er, and I will present it to Miss Ze'er today."

The monk named Wendao of Gao was full of confidence, and his eyes looked at Miss Ze'er, and he had an unconcealed admiration.

However, Wang Zheng, who had been watching all this with his bystanders, discovered the possessiveness hidden under his admiration.

"This work is originally nameless, and it happens today, so I call it Miss Zengze'er in Ruyifang. When Gao becomes a second-level strongman, he will attach a new work to Miss Ze'er at that time."

After saying that, the monk named Gao's surname was full of cultural aura and shouted loudly: "Press and ink, paper and inkstone!"
Chapter completed!