Hongyu came close to Ye Fuxun's ear and whispered: "This man is the son of Wen Cheng of the Cangzhou Dynasty. His name is Song Juming. He looks like a human but is actually a dandy who flatters others."
Ye Fuxun's mouth twitched slightly, which was easy to see, and then he whispered with a slight smile: "I think Mr. Song is quite interested in Sister Hongyu."
Hongyu glanced at Ye Fuxun angrily: "Don't talk nonsense."
Ye Fuxun smiled bitterly and said, "But I might be in trouble."
Hongyu looked unconcerned: "What are you afraid of? He can't beat us. If you don't eat, it's free. We don't have to spend money anyway."
Ye Fuxun really wanted to say that we are not short of that little money, but looking at Hongyu's appearance, he probably already believed it, so he shook his head and said nothing. She was not afraid of trouble, and she would just settle for it.
Song Juming walked in front, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Hong Yu and Ye Fu Xun behind him, whispering to each other. Hong Yu had a smile on her face, a charm that had never been shown before his eyes.
The waiter who was leading the way was looking at his nose and heart. Many people in Cangzhou City knew that Mr. Song Juming had been pursuing Miss Hongyu for several years, but Miss Hongyu was still lukewarm towards Mr. Song.
Now there is such a handsome man next to Miss Hongyu, and he seems to have a good relationship with Miss Hongyu. I am afraid there will be something good going on.
The waiter took the group of people to a side room. It was obvious that both of them were regular customers of Changle House. Soon people filed in and brought the dishes.
The three of them sat down. Although Song Juming didn't want to see Ye Fulun, he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Hongyu. He still maintained a polite appearance and chatted with Hongyu about the two competitions in the Shura Field today.
"Today's fight was a rare and exciting one. Li Wangxiao is as brave as ever. If you hadn't bought Li Wangxiao first, Miss Hongyu, I would never have missed such a good thing."
Hongyu chuckled and said, "Young Master Song is joking. The one who buys the fight is the one who pays the highest price. There is no such thing as a first-come, first-served basis."
Song Juming looked at Hongyu, with some resentment in his eyes: "You know that I will never snatch it from you."
Hong Yu turned a deaf ear and just picked up a pastry and tasted it carefully.
Ye Fuxun, on the other hand, tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, but his mouth never stopped and he only ate the food seriously.
Apart from anything else, the taste of the dishes at Changle House is indeed outstanding. Ye Fuxun is used to eating dishes from the imperial chefs of the Lu Kingdom. Ye Fuxun thinks that the taste of Changle House is worthy of praise.
Seeing that Hongyu ignored him, Song Juming coughed awkwardly, and then said: "Today's strategy idiot is very interesting. If he wins two more games, I will buy him. You can't steal it from me."
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Hongyu snorted softly and said: "You can buy it. I'm not interested in him. If he is a pretentious person, if we encounter him in the future, he will definitely be defeated with one punch."
Song Juming chuckled softly: "What you said is wrong. Things are changing. Li Wangscorp has dominated the Western Shura field for several years, and it's time to call it a day."
Listening to the two people arguing, Ye Fuxun secretly shook his head. Maybe Hongyu had stayed in Cangzhou for too long and had been assimilated by the atmosphere here, but after experiencing today, she found it difficult to accept it.
It hurts the people's wealth and wastes their efforts.
It might also involve human trafficking. If it were in the Lu Kingdom, it would have been wiped out by the imperial court.
Seeing that Ye Fuxun's expression was not good, Hongyu stopped arguing with Song Juming, looked at Ye Fuxun and said, "Brother Bai Yue, it seems you still can't accept it. This is just an ordinary game."
Ye Fuxun didn't intend to change these people's minds. He just shook his head and said, "Sorry, after all, it's my first time meeting you, so it's a bit hard to accept."
Song Juming glanced at Ye Fuxun arrogantly, his eyes full of ridicule: "So Hongyu, do you like such a child with no hair? We Cangzhou children have been exposed to this since we were young, and we have long been accustomed to it."
Ye Fuxun thought of the bloody scene and didn't want to discuss it with him, but he still couldn't help but said: "It's wrong to waste human life anywhere. This kind of place wastes people and money and shouldn't exist."
Song Juming snorted softly and said: "Young man who has never seen the world, Shura Field is a normal place of business. It has never violated the law, so why can't it exist?"
Ye Fuxun put down the chopsticks in his hands and said calmly: "Human trafficking, taking human lives, gambling, forcing people to kill...aren't these crimes?"
Song Juming was choked for a moment, but he still refused to give up. He rubbed his neck and said: "But we in Cangzhou have been like this since ancient times. We are not forced, it is all voluntary."
Ye Fuxun raised his eyes and said lightly: "Oh?"
For some reason, Song Juming felt that Ye Fulun's eyes were a little cold, which made him freeze up.
The two were in a stalemate. Song Juming opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
Hongyu sighed, patted the table and said: "Okay, okay, we are here to eat, not to talk about these state affairs. No matter how much you talk about these things, it has nothing to do with us. They are all decided by the adults in the court.
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When Song Juming heard this, he actually agreed and said: "Hongyu is right. If there is any problem, the queen and my father will naturally handle it. We are just having fun."
Ye Fuxun sighed silently in his heart, and then immersed himself in eating vegetables.
No one noticed that a figure in a mysterious robe outside the door seemed to pause for a moment, and then continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.
The man in green robes turned around and said, "Brother Wang, please stop dawdling. If you don't leave, I will starve to death."
The figure in Xuanpao nodded and said, "Let's go."
Ye Fuxun said goodbye to Hongyi and returned to his home with some food from Changlelou. He saw Yan Feiru in the garden, sitting by the lake fishing with a fishing rod he found from nowhere.
Ye Fuxun stepped forward, but Yan Feiru continued to sit where he was. His nose moved slightly, as if he smelled the aroma of the food, and his eyes immediately looked at Ye Fuxun.
Ye Fuxun walked aside, put down the lunch box in his hand, and chuckled: "Why are you thinking about fishing?"
Yan Feiru looked at his nose and heart with his eyes, and said with a straight face: "Cultivation of the heart."
Ye Fuxun only felt funny in his heart and said: "I thought you were only interested in wine and food."
Yan Feiru couldn't stop looking at the lunch box on the side, still holding the vertical rod reservedly and motionless.
Ye Fuxun raised his lips and smiled: "If you don't eat it, I will feed it to the fish... No, there are no fish in this lake yet."
As if he had just realized this, Ye Fuxun had a look of enlightenment on his face.
Yan Feiru silently put down the vertical pole, looked at Ye Fuxun and said, "Humph."
Ye Fuxun picked up the food box, walked to the pavilion, and put the food box on the table.
Sure enough, Yan Feiru followed.
"This is Changle Tower's delicacy, and it is no less impressive than the imperial chefs in the Lu Kingdom's Imperial City."