"Girl, please come in." When the waiter saw Ling Yue's dressing, he knew that this was a rare rich man: "How many of you?"

Ling Yue looked at the two people who came in half a beat slower behind her, and then smiled with satisfaction and replied, "Three."

"Come with the younger one." The waiter made a gesture and wanted to lead the way.

The teahouse here has a second floor, and most of the first floors are for pedestrians to rest. The flow of people is huge, and coming and going is the most conducive to inquiries about the popular news.

Ling Yue’s purpose is very clear, they need to go to the private room on the second floor.

Most of the first floor are pedestrians and passers-by. They come in a hurry and leave after a temporary break.

It's nothing more than things that have been circulating in the market for a long time and have long lost their freshness. Just think that it's time to make a comeback.

The second floor is completely different. The use of the private room is naturally for those literati, poets, or officials and powerful officials who have no worries about food and clothing.

Only those who are close to the center of rights and money can discuss and chat things seem to be more meaningful, especially for now.

The waiter naturally noticed that the girl in front of him was not interested in the other people who only knew how to be erotic and simply drank tea and quenched their thirst.

"Please take the seat." The waiter had already led the three of them to the second floor and parked outside a row of private rooms.

"No hurry." Ling Yue looked around and said, "Since last night, who has anyone come here?"

I have been with my brother a few times before, but the first floor is indeed bustling. But once I climbed up to the second floor, it would be a completely different scenery.

The bustling situation is definitely not considered a matter of being a human figure.

The waiter seemed to recall it. From Ling Yue's perspective, the whites of the eyes in front of him showed: "Last night to today... no one came!"

Immediately afterwards, the waiter laughed: "Miss, don't worry. There are so many private rooms here, and no matter what, you will not be missing."

The waiter scratched his head and asked in a little uncertainty: "You are so familiar! Have we seen each other before?"

Ling Yue is really amused and crying. It turns out that this is her regular customer who is here for the first time?

She took off her purse and spent all the money on her luxury, but there was no quicker way to get news with money: "Help me call everyone here."

"This, I'm afraid..." The waiter took the heavy purse. He was already short of his hands and saw the two people behind Ling Yue at a glance.

That wasn't easy to mess with. He kept nodding: "Yes, I'll call me now."

After putting the money, the waiter paid another smile, "Why would you choose a rest first in this private room?"

Everyone said that the private room was free, but for some reason, the waiter was so anxious to let her make a choice. It was as if she was unhappy to let them stay in the corridor.

Ling Yue pointed to the first private room on her left and said, "Then let's just do this one. Just let everyone come here later."

The waiter seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his tone became vague: "Hey, you're resting. You'll come when you go."

In less than a moment, Ling Yue waited for everyone in the Sishi Teahouse in the private room she often chose.

"I want to take a look at the records of your private rooms here. I don't know if it's feasible?" Ling Yue said and took off a jade bracelet from her wrist.

The jade bracelet accidentally touched the jade pendant tied with a red rope, and made a crisp and pleasant sound.

Ling Yue frowned and thought to herself that when she took off the jade pendant, it was all up to her luck.

There were no such rules and precedents, but they could not withstand the temptation of money, and the guards around the girl did not seem to be a fuel-efficient lamp.

Ling Yue finally got her wish and encountered a thick record order similar to the account book.

People's memories can lie, and people's mouths and hearts can lie. However, this black-and-white dependence is not so easy to forge.

After browsing around, Ling Jue's name was not on it. However, no surprise, Ling Yue was not very disappointed.

"Girl, look!" One of the two servants who followed him was clear-headed and pointed straight to a list on the list.

With a bang, the booklet was quickly closed by Ling Yue and placed on the table.

"Everyone is optimistic, nothing is there." Ling Yue actually got up and was about to leave.

Seeing this, the people in the room moved their steps one after another, trying to make a way out.

Although there are many elegant rooms on the second floor, they are all empty now. The sounds made by several people at this time seem messy.

However, Ling Yue looked sideways at the wall on the left, and why did there be a sound?

It seemed to be in harmony with everyone's steps, and it seemed that something was hitting the hard wall, which was difficult to tell for a moment.

Is it her illusion or...

Seeing Ling Yue looking at the other side of the wall, the people in the Sishi Teahouse stood beside him, one by one, bowing their heads, silent.

On the contrary, the waiter who welcomed Ling Yue and the others in raised his hand at the beginning, as if he was a little anxious: "Girl, your tea? Otherwise, tell the little one where the mansion is, and the little one will deliver it to you in person?"

"I'll just take a rest." Ling Yue spoke, her legs were moving quickly and she had already reached the first floor.

This waiter is definitely having problems, and it's too diligent. It's said that something abnormal will happen. Ling Yue doesn't think that the waiter is just taking her money and is not as simple as it's not that simple.

Besides, what kind of tea and houses are clearly looking for nothing.

"Girl!" Finally someone couldn't control his temper: "Are you fooling us like monkeys?"

Although the other person never started this, Ling Yue knew exactly what he thought about when he was silent and his expression that was consistent.

"There are so many people inside. Just remember what you saw. Why do you want to say it?" Ling Yue lowered her voice and hurriedly explained.

There is one person on the list whose name is very eye-catching and special, and it is difficult to be unobtrusive.

"He is called Heda?" Ling Yue asked back. She was extremely reluctant to work with people who were unfamiliar with her.

However, it still requires multiple people to help those who are still suspicious.

"Yes. Heda, you will know that this name is not a Han person." The one who had a deep resentment before seemed to have changed his opinion because of Ling Yue's words. He finally stopped talking like a rampant and had a gun and a stick.

Ling Yue didn't say anything. How many secrets does a small Sishi Teahouse contain?

From the time she stepped into the teahouse, she always paid attention to the abnormalities in the building.

If you want to find Ling Jue here, you are basically hopeless.

But she always remembered what Ling Jue said to her, wanting to know all kinds of news, from officials' promotions to old and old things that the people said.

Heda's name is in the lower right corner of the page, and his handwriting is a bit sloppy, as if he is deliberately concealing his identity.

Fortunately, Sishi Teahouse has a regulation that every guest who goes to the second floor private room must register with the shopkeeper.

For those who live in Kyoto, this regulation can effectively confirm their identities.

However, for those who entered Beijing from other places, they only had a name that was just a good deal.
Chapter completed!