What kind of story does she have? Somewhere in his heart was touched.

Winter Flower Camp, a restaurant that has a place in Mirage, often the guests staying in either wealth or noble. Moreover, in recent years, the princes from all over the world have chosen this place for the Monster World Banquet. Most of the foreign envoys stayed at the Winter Flower Camp, which made this restaurant famous both at home and abroad. Its expenses have also increased and the ships are high, which is no longer something that ordinary guests can pay. If a family of four has twenty ingots of gold, they can have no worries about food and clothing in a year, but in the Winter Flower Camp, twenty gold is barely enough for a day’s room.

When Zhang Yang was poor and layman, he had to eat delicious food and drink spicy food. Moreover, when he was about to go there, he took advantage of the sound of sleep in Huacheng and "borrowed" a lot of money, so he could not treat himself badly. Of course, he had to stay in the best hotel. In this way, he thought of the Winter Flower Camp.

After paying at the counter, a maid walked in front of her like a breeze blowing on the willows and led him to the Freehand Garden west of Zhaixing Tower. The rooms in the Freehand Garden were made of bamboo, and were also located deep in the bamboo forest. The environment was elegant and the dusty heart was gone.

The maids in the Winter Flower Camp were all selected. Zhang Yang looked carefully along the way and found that they were all good, and they were all above the average person. Just say that the person in front of him had a touching touch every frown and smile, which made him, who is now a woman, move. With such beautiful women, the hotel business is not much worse.

The maid opened a door, had a pretty face full of joy, and after making a call, she bowed and waited at the door.

Zhang Yang nodded gently and walked into the room.

The maid who was expecting a visitor to buy rouge and water powder had not yet left laughing, but Zhang Yang slammed the door. The maid looked at Zhang Yang entering the winter flower camp in disorganized clothes, and without saying a word, she threw a pack of gold on the counter. Hearing the sound of falling on the table, it was as big as fifty. The maid who stood behind the counter, who was usually domineering to them, was originally judged by her appearance and had a slander. Now, she was slapped by the guest in the face.

Seeing Zhang Yang's style of spending money, the maid who helped Zhang Yang lead the way thought she had encountered a rich customer who spent a lot of money, but the guest was so petty that she waved her fists cutely. But the door opened again, and Zhang Yang whispered, "Sister, you lost the money."

The maid was so ashamed that she was embarrassed that the guest closed the door as if he hadn't seen it.

The maid looked down and saw a gold coin on the ground. She lost it? She remembered that she didn't bring money on her body this morning.

"Sister, why are you here?" Zhang Yang smiled endlessly.

The windows of the room were wide open, and the elusive woman sat on the window frame with a strange look. Today, she was all coincidental. She witnessed Zhang Yang eating five bowls of noodles in a row and seeing her unbearable appearance. It was also a joy for her, a guest in a foreign land.

In short, this was their third meeting, and the woman was a little difficult to say, "Sister... I thought about it very seriously."

"Huh?" The more Zhang Yang knew about women, the more he thought he should not be smart in front of them. It would be a big headache to guess their thoughts, so it would be better to just benzene and let them tell you.

"Sister is afraid that alone will not be able to fight the unfaithful man." The woman expressed her worries. "When I came here, my sister specially asked my sister to help me. Are you willing to help me?"

"Yes." Zhang Yang didn't even think about it.

She answered happily, and the woman was stunned, but she never thought that Zhang Yang was in love with a sneaky heart.

"That sister... do you know where that bastard is?" Zhang Yang was even more anxious than a woman to kill the unfaithful person.

"Uh, in Fuchangji." A smile was hidden in the corner of the woman's mouth.

"Fuchangsi, okay, let's go now." Zhang Yang's blood was about to boil, and he was about to go with his fists and palms. Suddenly, he was blessed to his heart. When he remembered someone, he was shocked, "Sister, is it Fuchangsi?"

"Yeah." The woman joked, "Let's go now?"

Chaoge City is high in the west and low in the east. A pavilion is built on the west. Chaoge's first sunshine shines here every day, and it remains unchanged for thousands of years. Master Kanyu said that this place is a place where purple energy comes from the east and concentrates on it. To put it more, it involves the national destiny of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Such a Feng Shui treasure land is monopolized by this pavilion. Even the Xuanyuan Dynasty's palace is shorter than him, so he can only be located below it and built under the pavilion.

There are ten dou of wind and water up the Chaoge City, and this pavilion occupies eight dou of them.

But Chinese people think it is natural.

Because it is called Langyu Pavilion, there is a monument erected on the mouth of the pavilion, engraved on it, "Those who violate this place will kill nine clans", and it was written by Xianyang, the founding emperor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Therefore, the Pavilion has made contributions to the dynasty of three destruction and three establishments. Since the founding of the dynasty, it has expelled three emperors from abroad and helped three talents to ascend to the throne. Emperor Honglu, the lord of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, was one of them.

Whether Fuchang Temple is famous or not, if you know that it is incompatible with Langyan Pavilion, one south and one north, you can get a glimpse of it

Langyu Pavilion has part-time jobs in national ceremonies, suburban temples, sacrifices, canonizations, divination, and divination. It is also better to be in the temple. Fuchang Temple is different from him. It only controls the good and bad rituals of the demon world, and does not care about anything else. Its century-old ancient teachings are to not talk about state affairs. However, this is enough. Several Fuchang Temples, who can hold the future energy of the demon world in their hands, are enough for all subjects in the demon world to hand over their beliefs to it.

The Fuchang Temple has a high priest, a Qing, a Shaoqing, and a chief clerk. Today, the high priest Monet, fought against the Xuanyuan Dynasty twenty years ago. The demon emperor Dugu Sanlang invited him out of the mountain. Monet only said: "The first person in the ancient teachings of Fuchang Temple for hundreds of years, and I dare not do it." He resigned. Later, the demon emperor Dugu Sanlang resigned from the throne. Monet has since lived in simplicity. Since then, the demon world has not seen anyone in the demon world for many years. Although he does not care about the world, he can see the secrets of heaven by counting his fingers. In the hearts of the subjects in the demon world, he is already an extraordinary existence.

The current Minister of Fuchang Temple is called Dunhuang. It is rumored that he turned a blind eye to the affairs outside the window and was devoted to drinking and writing poems. He was in his position and did not plan his own affairs. If it were not for his name as a minister, he would have been appointed by the high priest, and the people would have driven him away.

Shaoqing Taisi is well-known in the demon world. Although she is a woman, she is naturally good at dancing and does not act in a rude way. She is quite like a high priest Monet. Because her Dunhuang son is unspeakable, the demon world regards her as the one who can pass on the robe and bowl of the high priest.
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