Chapter 22: Doesn't look like it this time

Based on memory, Ning Xi took Luo Yinhuang to the most expensive silk and satin shop in Kyoto, and chose the best and most expensive materials to make clothes for Brand Yinhuang.

I also bought several sets of ready-to-wear, and spent more than 5,000 taels of silver, which was naturally accounted for.

Walking out of the silk and satin village, the villain that Ning Xi was pulling in his hand had changed his appearance. The sky blue brocade clothes made his face even more fair and delicate, revealing a natural nobleness.

"Anything you want to eat?" Ning Xi was more patient with Luo Yinhuang.

Luo Yinhuang is also welcome, "I heard that the food in Fuzhaozhai, the imperial capital, tastes good."

He is not someone who likes to wrong himself, and the only ones there are barely able to enter.

Ning Xi chuckled, "You can pick, but this king likes you like this. You don't have to hide yourself in front of this king in the future, just say whatever you want."

"Okay!" Luo Yinhuang nodded, his tensed face relaxed a little.

He found that Ning Xi seemed to be a little different from the news and rumors, but it would take a while to get along and observe it before making an accurate judgment.

Fu Zhaozhai is the largest restaurant in Kyoto, and the dishes are also the most complete.

In Ningxi's opinion, the taste is far inferior to that of the folk chefs who specially recruited from various places to cook for Jing Feng before the original body. Of course, if you don't compare it, it is still acceptable.

The wealthy and powerful in Kyoto all like to eat in Fukuzhaozhai, and people without any status are not eligible to go in to eat.

Ningxi used to be a frequent visitor to Fuzhaozhai, because it was also a place where Jingfeng and his friends often met for dinner.

It happened that Fu Zhaozhai was not too far away on this road, so Ning Xi pulled Luo Yinhuang over, and naturally received a lot of curious, surprised and inquiring eyes along the way.

Ning Xi could guess that the news that Prince Ning likes young children will spread all over the capital soon.

They are also the two **** in Kyoto who openly like to cut their sleeves. Ning Xi is a proper black physique, and what he does will be gossiped so that almost the entire Kyoto can even know about the common people, and King Xiaoyao is a model of the romantic aristocracy.

In fact, she is the most wronged. After all, she is a man on the surface, but she is actually a woman. It is normal to like men.

At this time, there were two teenagers sitting in the private room on the second floor of Fuzhao Zhai. They were Jing Feng, the third young master of King Jing's mansion, and Li Zeyu, the second young man from King Li's mansion.

Jing Feng picked up a piece of Eight Treasure Duck from the plate at will with chopsticks and sent it into his mouth, frowning unconsciously.

Li Zeyu looked at Jing Feng like this and said jokingly: "Three young masters, you are used to eating the meals that Ning Xiaowang sends every day, and the food from Fu Zhaozhai is not to your taste?"

"The taste of this Babao Duck is indeed not as good as before." Jing Feng put down his chopsticks and took a sip from the teacup.

Since the last time they were beaten, the people from Ningxi have never sent meals to King Jing's mansion.

"Ningxi really beat you up last time?"

Li Zeyu was thrown into the army by his brother for training before. He just came back yesterday. After hearing the news that his friend was beaten up by Ning Xi, he still couldn't believe it.

Mentioning this matter, Jing Feng's face quickly darkened, "Don't mention it!"

"Ning Xi is playing hard-to-get?" How much Ning Xi likes Jing Feng, those of them who are friends know best.

Jing Feng shook his head: "This time it doesn't look like it."

Since the assassination incident, he hadn't seen her since he met Ning Xi at the door that day and was beaten up.