Because the old master Linghu Shuiyue who lurks in her body and wants to take revenge has been restless, unwilling to sit here and listen to the piano, and is anxious to take revenge.
After pondering for a while, Linghu Shuiyue picked up the wine and took a small sip, then frowned slightly, and secretly pressed two fingers on an acupuncture point, forcing herself to break out in cold sweat suddenly, her face turned pale instantly, and then He covered his stomach.
"What's wrong with Mr. Linghu? Is this wine poisonous?" The sixth master was very displeased, but Mr. Linghu was originally a sick person. If he behaved well, it would make people suspicious.
Linghu Shuiyue took the opportunity to say: "I'm sorry! I wanted to have fun with Liu Ye tonight, but my son has always been a sick man. This has been going on for a long time, and it's uncomfortable to say that it's uncomfortable. Alas - even the world's famous doctors are helpless , I'm going to excuse myself!"
Originally, King Qi didn't really want to invite Linghu Huori to drink, but he was used to Zhang Xian's "virtuous" name, and when he met courtiers or princes with status in the court, as well as their descendants, he would habitually Make friends.
After Linghu Shuiyue successfully got rid of King Qi, she planned to leave Yuqiong Tower quickly and dive back. But when she passed a long corridor, she suddenly saw the words "Ziyao Pavilion".
Ziyao Pavilion? Isn't that exactly the pavilion of Miss Ziyao that Dai Wuqing bid tonight? It stands to reason that Dai Wuqing should be having fun inside right now, why is it so quiet inside, there is no sound
oh! Linghu Shuiyue was stunned for a moment before realizing that this Yuqiong Building is the place for the richest people in Yanjing, and the rooms here are all built with sound-proof materials, which are more advanced than modern nightclubs.
Linghu Shuiyue's guess was right! At this moment, Dai Wuqing was indeed in the Ziyao Pavilion, and after drinking several cups of wine, his eyes were scarlet and his sex was aroused.
It's agreed, the four big oirans of Yuqionglou are performing arts and not selling themselves. But for this reason, the princes, dandies, or wealthy local tyrants in Yanjing City are more like flies, coming here to sell gold one after another.
This Dai Wuqing was originally a womanizer, his family had a lot of wives and concubines, and all the maids were contaminated, and he wanted to come to the place of fireworks to burn money every day.
He was taking out a large stack of banknotes from his arms at the moment, throwing them on the table with a "snap!", and said drunkenly: "Miss Ziyao! Look! This is a sky-high price! You accompanied Ben tonight!" Hou, this Marquis redeemed you, so you don’t have to suffer any more, what’s wrong with having a good meal with Ben Hou?”
As he spoke, he unsteadily picked up a wine bottle and walked towards Miss Ziyao.
"Master Hou, the slave family has a hard life. It's the girl who signed the contract of sale here. If she wants to redeem herself, she needs her mother's consent. The slave family can't be the master of this."
This Ziyao girl was forced step by step by Dai Wuqing to a bed with gorgeous bead curtains. After she could not retreat, her waist leaned back softly, and she fell on the bed with a ninety-degree bend, her hair was messed up. It was an incomparably seductive and enchanting gesture.
She was wearing a blue and white hollow gauze gown, her tube top was opened extremely low, and the gully in the middle was looming, which was a fatal attraction to men. Then, there was a faint murderous look in her eyes...