The Truth Can't Be Fake, Fake Can't Be True
"Alright, I'll prepare it for you now." Sanniang ordered the waiter, "Hurry up and bring them upstairs. We have to treat them well."
"Yes, sir."
The waiter replied, respectfully welcoming them with a towel over his shoulder. "Gentlemen, please go upstairs."
Jing Rong walked upstairs.
Ji Yunshu followed behind, but she had only taken two steps when she was stopped by Sanniang.
That voluptuous body blocked her way, even rubbing against her. Sanniang narrowed her eyes, "This gentleman … smells so good."
She wrinkled her nose.
She even licked her lips!
Ji Yunshu shuddered and walked past her, going upstairs.
Sanniang's thin lips curled up as she stared at her.
Unexpectedly, Mo Ruo stopped when he passed by Sanniang, looking her up and down.
Sanniang was delighted, naturally placing her arm on Mo Ruo's shoulder.
"Has this gentleman taken a liking to Sanniang?"
Mo Ruo smiled. "Miss, I see that your body is weak, your legs are weak, and so are your arms. Look at your eyes, they're unfocused and blurry. This is a symptom of a weak body."
"Sir, you really like to joke."
Mo Ruo tilted his body. "I'm telling the truth."
Sanniang almost fell.
She wasn't annoyed, instead smiling even more brightly. "Looks like Sir is very curious about me."
"You're wrong. This young master doesn't like you, it's just that … the wine on you smells good."
With that, he went upstairs.
Sanniang didn't feel awkward, instead shouting at Mo Ruo, who was already upstairs, "If Sir thinks that wine smells good, why don't you challenge Sanniang? If you win, I'll give you a big gift."
No response!
Not long after, Zhao Huai's men came in, followed by the opera troupe. The inn was packed to the brim.
Sanniang twisted her body behind the counter, her nimble fingers constantly moving the abacus in front of her, the other hand fanning herself.
She looked very alluring.
The waiter came downstairs, squeezing his way to her side. "Sanniang, what's with the wind today? There are so many good deals, and the group of people who went up just now were carrying chests of all sizes. Who knows what treasures they contain, why don't … "
Before he could finish his sentence, Sanniang smacked him hard on the head with her fan.
She glared at him. "Behave yourself. Don't cause any trouble."
The waiter was surprised. "Sanniang, this is a big deal. There's no reason for you not to do it, right?"
"Are you stupid?" Sanniang's finger left the abacus and pointed towards the second floor. "Can't you see that those people are not to be trifled with? The first group of people who came in are all martial art masters. No matter how fast our hands are, we still can't compare to the speed of their swords. The second group of people who came in are all ferocious. Although their martial art is not good, they are all boorish men. They might even be people of the underworld. Do you dare to touch them? "
He didn't dare to.
But —
"Sanniang, what about the last batch that came in? Some of them are old, some are young. None of them look useful. Besides, there are so many boxes. If we open one or two, it will be enough to feed us for a few months. "
Pa!
Sanniang smacked him with her fan again.
"Let me tell you. Don't do anything tonight. You'd rather miss out on a fortune than bring trouble to yourself. There are martial arts masters everywhere in this inn. If you cause any trouble, I won't be able to protect you."
Although the waiter was unwilling to give up, he looked up at the second floor. Jing Rong's guards were standing at every corner, keeping an eye on the situation.
He felt weak.
He gulped. "I'll get someone to prepare the food quickly."
He slipped away.
Soon, the waiter came out with the prepared food.
Sanniang stopped him.
"I'll bring the food up."
She brought the food over and went upstairs, swaying her hips.
Upstairs, in Jing Rong's room.
"Your Highness, we are still a day away from Anfu County. Should we inform the Anfu County Magistrate?" Lang Po asked.
"There's no need." Jing Rong said, "We're just passing by. We won't stay long."
"Yes."
Jing Rong poured himself a cup of water and took a sip. He seemed to have thought of something. "Is the Anfu County Magistrate still Liu Zhiliang?"
Lang Po replied, "Yes, he is."
"Interesting."
Jing Rong smiled.
"When the news of Liu Zhiliang's donation spread, it was His Highness who suppressed it. Seeing that he was an honest man, His Highness spoke to the Ministry of Personnel and sent him to Anfu. He's been an official for quite a few years now, and I heard that Anfu's public security is very good. The people are also quite happy, which proves that His Highness was right to keep him," Lang Po said.
Jing Rong smirked as he looked at the flickering candlelight in front of him. "Although Liu Zhiliang doesn't have much knowledge and couldn't even pass the provincial examinations after more than ten years, he is very smart and always uses petty tricks. This kind of person is actually the most suitable to be an official. Bad people can't take advantage of his loopholes and good people can't get any benefits from him. It's all thanks to him that Anfu has been peaceful for so many years."
"Your Highness is right."
"Anfu isn't a big place, but it's not a small place either. The imperial court has offered to promote him many times, but that fellow refused. He's holed up in Anfu and has become a mountain king."
"Then, Your Highness, are you really not going to inform him?" Lang Po asked again.
"No need."
Lang Po shut his mouth and didn't ask anymore.
Just then, Sanniang passed by their room. Even through the door, she could still hear their conversation.
A prince?
Sanniang's bones tightened.
It's said that thieves are most afraid of officials.
Sanniang was no exception. What's more, there was a prince inside.
She took the food in her hands and walked around the room, knocking on the door of the next room.
The door wasn't locked!
She pushed the door open and saw Mo Ruo lying on the bed like a corpse.
Her red lips curled.
"Master, should I put the food on the table for you? Or … "She brought the food to the bed.
Mo Ruo opened his eyes and glanced at her. He sneered.
"Just give me a bottle of wine."
She sat up from the bed with difficulty, only to realize that he was still holding a bottle in his hand.
"Looks like Master likes to drink."
"It's not like, it's a habit."
Sanniang smiled. "If that's the case, why don't you have a few drinks with me?"
"Do you have wine?"
"Of course!"
"Is it good wine?"
"Fine Nu 'er Hong."
"How much?"
"Enough."
A question and an answer.
Mo Ruo's wine bug popped out. He got up and sat down at the table, tapping his fingers on the table.
He called out, "Let's go to the bar then."
Sanniang put the food aside and went downstairs to give a few orders. The waiter immediately brought up a few jars of fine Nu 'er Hong.
"Master, do you want to drink it bowl by bowl? Or do you want to drink it one by one? "
"Whatever."
"Then … what's the wager?" Sanniang stared at him with glowing eyes.
Mo Ruo knew the rules after all these years of roaming the world.
He fished out a jade pendant from his waist and threw it on the table.
"If you drink from me, the jade pendant is yours."
Sanniang was about to pick up the jade pendant to take a look, but Mo Ruo held it upside down with his cup.
He laughed, "The real can't be faked, and the fake can't be made real."
"Master, you really know how to talk." Sanniang continued, "If Master uses the jade pendant as the wager, then I …"
"No need. If you win, the jade pendant is yours. If you lose … it's yours too."
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