Murong An was so blocked that he could not refute, and his face turned red, "You... you pay first, and I will ask my father for the money later and return it to you."
"Borrowing money?"
"Then tell me earlier!"
"How much do you want to borrow?"
Feng Mingwei picked up the chicken leg and took a few bites, looked at him and asked with a smile.
Murong An said angrily: "Thirty thousand taels."
Feng Mingwei glanced at Murong Xiao and felt puzzled in her heart. He was also a prince, and Prince An was so favored that he didn't even bring a banknote of 10,000 to 20,000 yuan before going out?
Thirty thousand taels?
Does that mean you plan to lead the Feihu Army to eat and drink well along the way?
"Third brother, if you want to borrow money, just write an IOU!" Murong Xiao chuckled.
Shen Zhuo's eyes darkened slightly and he couldn't help but ask, "Does Prince Lie have so much money to take him out with him?"
"I don't have it, but Weier does."
"Besides, my money is all given to my wife for safekeeping. The third brother asked me to borrow it from us. I and Weier are husband and wife, so it doesn't matter who we borrow from."
Everyone: "..."
I almost forgot that Feng Mingwei started her own business and opened a restaurant and a drugstore. I heard that her business has been booming recently and she has made a lot of money.
Feng Mingwei is King Lie's wife, she belongs to him, and the money she earns is naturally used for his official career.
No wonder they enjoyed the food and drink all the way.
Shen Zhuo and Wang Lin's eyes met secretly, as if they felt something was strange, but they couldn't find any flaws.
Murong Xiao was usually very poor, and he would never spend money to treat others to restaurants to build relationships, nor would he give gifts to win over ministers.
Even during holidays and the birthdays of the Emperor and the Supreme Emperor, he would just draw a picture and write a message as a symbolic gift, and was not willing to spend money.
There seemed to be nothing particularly valuable except for the luminous pearl around his waist.
And this luminous pearl was gifted to him by the Supreme Emperor.
All in all, in the eyes of everyone, he was downcast, poor, and stingy.
Coupled with his cold and withdrawn personality, many ministers would naturally not choose to support him.
So far, he doesn't seem to have any family support.
Murong An's eyes were as wide as those of a frog, and he was suddenly very jealous of him for marrying such a capable and beautiful wife.
It's very ugly when a person is jealous. He immediately mocked Murong Xiao, "I never thought that my seventh brother would have to eat soft rice one day."
Everyone's expressions changed slightly. This was too much. No man wanted to hear such ridicule.
What's more, does King Lie seem to be someone who wants to eat soft food?
He obviously said this just to coax his wife.
Shen Zhuo deliberately persuaded, "Prince An, let's go next door to eat! I'll put the money down first."
In fact, it's not possible to spend so much money, Murong An just doesn't understand it at all.
With more than 300 people eating, drinking and staying for one night, 5,000 taels is enough to squander.
Murong An refused. He glared at Murong Xiao, feeling very unconvinced. The more calm Murong Xiao was, the angrier he became, "Is it wrong for me to say that you eat soft rice?"
Murong Xiao smiled and said: "Third brother is right, this king is indeed a soft-boiled man. Without Wei'er, I wouldn't be able to live."
Murong An: "..."
"Prince An, let's go!" Yang Biao couldn't stand it, why did King Lie change so much?
He was not this soft-hearted when he was in the military camp.
Murong An got angry and punched the cotton with his fist. He suddenly felt bored and said, "Well, let's go."
"General Yang, go and call all the brothers. Let's have a good rest tonight."
A noisy group of people left.
Feng Mingwei put down the chicken leg and asked the man with a cold look, "Murong Xiao, are you finished?"
Do you think she will forgive him if he lowers his status to please her?
"There's no point in doing that."
We were almost to the northwest anyway, and Feng Mingwei didn't want to give in to him.
Murong Xiao frowned slightly, realizing that she was going to burn bridges across the river again, "Weier, have you forgotten what you promised me?"