The woman wore a white outer layer on her upper body and a long pink skirt on her lower body. Although her black hair was coiled on top of her head, it was only decorated with a few yellow flowers. This outfit looked extremely different compared to the luxurious and gorgeous singer on the scene.
Simple and elegant.
As for the woman's appearance, I can only use one word to describe it, so damn beautiful!
Its beauty is not inferior to that of Zhu Lian.
His softness is not inferior to that of Zheng Qingyun.
Her crescent-shaped eyebrows, sleeping phoenix eyes, beautiful nose and red lips, her exquisite facial features complement each other perfectly with her small face. This appearance does not look like something from the human world, but seems to come from heaven.
Even the woman's walking posture is very particular. She takes light steps and doesn't even waver the small yellow flower hairpin on her head when she walks.
It can be seen that this woman often visited the royal residence and paid great attention to her appearance and manners.
The owner of Hongyan Hall had already heard that someone was here to cause trouble, so he hurried back.
Seeing the singers in the hall collapsed, all holding their buttocks with resentful expressions on their faces, the owner couldn't help but frown slightly.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Who is so bold as to come to Hongyan Pavilion to cause trouble?"
Facing the owner's inquiry, all the singers present pointed at Zhao Huan.
"Master, look, this is the person!"
"The owner of the hotel must make the decision for us. First he allowed the people from the Jiaofang Department to rob the house, and now he comes to run wild himself."
"We tried our best but couldn't stop him. Instead, we were... given a slap in the face."
Palm punishment?
The owner's eyes flashed with confusion: "What is palm punishment?"
The singer in white clothes in front of her suddenly blushed with embarrassment and pointed down.
The owner of the hall immediately understood what was going on, and his face suddenly turned cold. Under the guard of his entourage, the owner of the hall walked straight towards Zhao Huan.
Initially he was extremely angry, but as the distance grew closer, the owner's mood gradually changed subtly.
When he came to Zhao Huan, the owner of the hall had already bowed respectfully and saluted.
"It turns out that the prince has come to visit us. The slave family has missed the welcome, and please ask the prince to atone for his sins."
The owner of the hall had been in and out of the palace all day long, so he recognized Zhao Huan at a glance. The owner of the hall still remembers the scene of the Xiaoyuan Poetry Festival held by Gen Yue, where Zhao Huan defeated King Yun with a small number of enemies and a large number of enemies.
new.
Zhao Huan put his hands behind his back, looked up and down at the female host in front of him, and asked curiously: "Do you know me?"
The owner of the museum smiled calmly: "Who in the entire Bianjing doesn't know the dignified King Ding?"
Zhao Huan narrowed his eyes slightly and pretended to be deep: "That's not necessarily true. There are naturally many people who have heard of my name, but not many people have seen me with their own eyes, and they can be roughly divided into three categories."
"The first category has been buried by me. The grass on the grave is two feet high."
"The second category is my family and friends."
"As for this last category, they are naturally dissatisfied with me but cannot kill me, so they can only hide in dark corners and plot dirty conspiracies."
"I wonder, what kind of person does the museum owner belong to?"
As soon as these words came out, the Hongyan Pavilion became quiet again.
The singers at the scene were the best at observing words and expressions, and they immediately realized that there was something obviously wrong with Zhao Huan's words.
At this time, if you dare to act recklessly again, it will not be as simple as a slap on the butt.
They shut their mouths knowingly.
Even Li Yulan frowned slightly and did not dare to speak rashly.
Only the owner of the museum could keep his composure and responded with a gentle smile: "I wonder if the slave family belongs to the fourth category?"
Zhao Huan frowned frivolously: "Where does the fourth category come from?"
The owner's bright eyes sparkled with agility: "A confidante."
"Not as close as family members, but also better than ordinary friends, I wonder if the prince is willing to reward the slave family for such a small amount of noodles?"
This calmness and calmness in dealing with changes undoubtedly confirmed Zhao Huan's guess that this woman is not simple!
It is no accident that she can become the owner of Hongyan Pavilion. She is different from Jiaofangsi and operates independently without facing any difficulties.
Could it be that Cai Jing is standing behind this woman?
After all, apart from Cai's party members, who else in Bianjing can make her waist so strong.
In order to find out the details of the museum owner, Zhao Huan was no longer in a hurry to recruit people, but examined the museum owner with great interest.
"Forget it about being a confidante. It's not that I don't appreciate you, but that the princess is strict."
"The princess's natal family is too powerful, and I dare not offend her."
As soon as these words came out, the owner of the museum rolled his sleeves and chuckled: "Your Majesty is really good at joking. If you are really afraid of the Zhu family, how can you go to war with the Zhu Boping family?"
"Hehehe, there are not many people in the entire Bianjing city who can make King Ding afraid."
"In the final analysis, the slave family is still beyond the eyes of the prince."
Having said this, the host waved his sleeves lightly, and the singers present left one after another, returning to their rooms to hide.
The entire hall became clear in an instant, leaving only Zhao Huan and the owner.
"Since the prince's vision is so high, the slave family will not force it."
"Since the slave family took over the Red Swallow House, they have fulfilled their duties, been cautious and cautious, and have never made any mistakes."
"I'm afraid it's unjustifiable for the prince to behave like this today, right?"
This well-founded, neither humble nor arrogant question made Zhao Huan take a high look. If she was like other singers, only teasing men, Zhao Huan would never take her to heart.
"The owner of the museum can hire a doctor to diagnose and treat the singer. If someone is really injured, I will cover all the medical expenses."
"Although Xiao Yan'er came here to cause trouble, as a singer, she is soft and weak, so she will not cause any actual damage to the Hongyan Pavilion."
"If Xiao Yan'er is injured, I will never tolerate it."
"Besides this, no matter who supports the Hongyan Pavilion, all sex households in the capital must obey the arrangements of the Jiaofang Division."
"From now on, I will officially take over the Hongyan Pavilion, and you are fired!"
As soon as the owner of the hall advanced one foot, Zhao Huan immediately returned another ten feet.
The owner of the museum couldn't help but secretly sigh, this Prince Ding was indeed as fierce as the rumors said. As long as he smelled the slightest threat, he would immediately show his fangs.
It really goes with the old saying, you can't touch a tiger's butt.
However, the owner still felt confident in his heart and was not afraid even when facing Zhao Huan.
"Your Majesty can take Xiao Yan'er away at any time, so naturally the slave family will not dare to stop her."
"As for taking back the Hongyan Pavilion, I'm afraid it's inappropriate."
Zhao Huan raised his eyebrows and said with an evil look in his eyes: "How dare you disobey me?"
The owner of the museum faced Zhao Huan's evil spirit and refused to be outdone: "Before the prince takes back the Hongyan Pavilion, why don't you go and find out the name of the slave family first?"
"Although the slave family never shows off, they are never afraid of threats."
Zhao Huan sneered on the spot: "I didn't expect that there is a girl like this in Bianjing. Just tell me your name and see if you can calm me down."
The owner of the museum was also unambiguous and blurted out: "My humble name is Mr. Li."
who?!
On the surface, Zhao Huan is as stable as an old dog, but in his heart, he is stirred up by a storm. The owner of the Hongyan Pavilion is actually the most famous singer in the Song Dynasty, Li Shishi?!