The reborn prince's little palace maid in the apocalypse

Yan Sinian and his friends were seated at the very back of the stage, with a wall behind them, but they could see the whole place clearly.

Originally, the waiter wanted to place them at the front of the stage facing the stage, which was arguably the best position in the audience. There was no guarantee that they would be able to see the entire audience, but everyone who came through the door would definitely be able to see them.

Naturally, Feng Xuan would not agree. The young master wanted to watch the excitement, not be treated as a spectacle. Feng Xuan, who was born in Jianghu, naturally had to choose a position that was easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The waiter advised Feng Xuan: "This place is relatively remote, and the lighting is not very good. It is not as bright as over there."

"Then put on more wax! That location is too eye-catching."

The waiter said in his heart: "As for the two masters of your house, those two faces will not attract attention wherever they sit." 】

But it was the uncle who spent the money. He could sit wherever he was told. The waiter said, "Then I'll serve the food."

When Yan Sinian and Xiaoba went downstairs, the waiter really guessed it right.

The eyes of all the people downstairs were attracted.

I saw a pretty and cute girl standing on the stairs, with a small face as big as a palm, her skin looked white and soft, and her shiny and smooth hair, half of which was gently rolled up by ribbons and decorated with beads, and the rest was braided. Two braids hang down on her chest. Under the slender eyebrows, which are not painted, there is a pair of big cat eyes, with a hint of coquettishness in their agility. Under the fleshy little nose is a pair of delicate pink lips, glowing with luster. Wearing a purple dress embroidered with herbs, it makes people feel like they are seeing the scene of early spring, like flowers about to bloom.

"Where are we sitting?" Along with the charming and angry voice, everyone's body felt numb for a while.

I thought I saw an immortal descending to earth, but I didn't expect that when I followed the girl's gaze and saw the person walking out, everyone's expressions could only be described as dementia.

It’s true: there is no beauty in the world, a beautiful woman is pleasing to the eye, and the beauty of a country is stunning, and everyone in the world is shocked.

Many people dropped their chopsticks and wine glasses in shock, and some even didn't even notice that the wine they had just drunk drooled down with their saliva and soaked their clothes.

Everyone's eyes followed the movement of the two beauties, and the room with dozens of people was silent at this moment.

Yan Sinian and Xiaoba sat alone at a table, while An Qi, Diaozi and the other six sat at a table diagonally to the side.

At this time, the table was already full of Yuelai Inn's specialty dishes. The outermost circle was five-color pastries, bean paste cake, red date cake, osmanthus cake, lotus paste cake and pine nut cake. The dishes inside are chicken, duck, fish, delicacies from the mountains and seas, seven plates and eight bowls, which directly attracted all Xiaoba's attention.

Put your legs together, put your hands on your knees, and sit upright, just waiting for the meal.

As Yan Sinian took his seat, a crisp opening gong sounded on the stage, breaking the silence just now in the room, and instantly returned to the previous bustle. But the topics of the chat have all changed.

The lobby of Yuelai Inn is very large, with more than twenty tables alone. Now is the evening meal, when the hall is full of guests.

Along with the shouts of the waiter, intertwined with the singing on the stage, accompanied by the sound of high-pitched conversation, the joy of pushing glasses and changing glasses. Yan Sinian saw a picture of fireworks in a city that he had never seen before.

"Feng Xuan!"

"Young Master." Feng Xuan heard Yan Sinian's call and quickly came to his side.

"Sit down! Tell me about the people in this room."

"No!" Feng Xuan sat directly next to Yan Sinian. This action showed that he was different from the people who had been with the prince for many years. No one among those people dared to sit like this when the prince asked him to sit down. Among those who sat down directly, including the secret guards, only An Jiu dared to act recklessly in front of Yan Sinian.

Feng Xuan's movement of sitting down aroused the alertness of Xiao Ba, who was eating. She looked up at Feng Xuan, a glimmer of light flashing in her eyes.

A slender, jade-like hand was placed on Xiaoba's head, and he patted it twice, "The delicious food is all yours."

Xiao Bahui glanced at Yan Sinian, then at the table, and finally pushed a bowl of porridge in front of Yan Sinian, which he took a sip of. "This is light, you drink this."

Yan Sinian's tongue is sensitive and he won't eat food with a slightly strong taste.

Yan Sinian gently scraped the porridge noodles with a spoon and looked at Feng Xuan.

Feng Xuan had really looked at everyone in the room before, and now he spoke directly to Yan Sinian's question.

"Sir, look at the three tables at the door. The cups and plates are in a mess. In fact, each table only has three or four dishes, but there are five or six people sitting there, both men and women. These people should be the people mentioned by the waiter just now. "

Yan Sinian saw the people at those tables, men and women, talking, laughing, hugging each other, and no one was holding a sword. "Are these charlatans?"

"Sir, these three religions, nine streams, five elements and eight works can all be called Jianghu people. They may be different from the Jianghu people you think of. But to talk about it, it's too much to talk about. These people in front of you are just a group of thousands of people. Liars, if what the waiter said is correct, they may also be involved in some human trafficking business."

"Are they from the Jianghu community?" Yan Sinian pointed to the liveliest table in the room.

Six young men, dressed in red and green, some have half-curled hair and messy hair; some have their outer clothes wide open and their underwear half-exposed, with patterns vaguely visible on their chests, whether they are paintings or tattoos; some use white powder on their faces , and at the corners of the eyebrows and at the ends of the eyes, I used rouge to pick out a touch of red. Others had pom-poms the size of eggs on their heads, and two had a hibiscus flower the size of a bowl on one ear.

The only unified thing is that everyone wears a palm-wide belt around their waist. The servants behind him were holding weapons.

The six people drank, using bowls instead of cups. The plates were filled with whole pieces of sauced meat. They also used knives instead of chopsticks to eat the meat.

If shadows could be added at this time, Feng Xuan's head would already be full of black lines.

"This must be someone's young master, right? I'm afraid I either learned this outfit on the stage or read it in a story book."

Yan Sinian looked at the six young men with a trace of envy in his eyes that he was not even aware of.

They are all boys of the same age!