"Master, are you awake?"
Qi Yan opened his eyes, and a surprised voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
Looking at the carved solid wood bed board, Qi Yan heard a roar in his mind, and a pinprick-like pain hit him, causing him to frown and take a deep breath.
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This is an imaginary time-travel story. The heroine He Hui time-travels to the Prime Minister's unpopular daughter. A few days ago, the Holy Emperor issued a decree that the Prime Minister's daughter should marry General Puyang Zheng. However, Puyang Zheng's previous wives all died within a month after marrying each other, and rumors spread that there was a curse.
The prime minister doted on the concubine, but could not resist the concubine's cries, so he threw his legitimate daughter He Hui into the tiger's den.
However, He Hui, who came from time-travel, was smart, confident and proud, which attracted the upright Puyang Zheng, which further warmed his heart that was cold due to bloody battles on the battlefield. So after experiencing a battle for imperial power and killing a powerful enemy, the two of them fell in love. People retreat to the valley and live a free life.
The role played by Qi Yan this time is the enchanting and beautiful second male lead Qi Yan, the boss behind the largest brothel in Beijing.
Now is the time when the emperor had just decreed that the prime minister should marry his daughter. The male and female protagonists had not yet met, and he could just be his boss behind the scenes with peace of mind.
Qi Yan's eyes flashed slightly, and as usual, he gave a charming smile, and stared blankly at the waiter who was about to help him wash up.
"What are you thinking about, little idiot." He leaned over and took away the warm and wet handkerchief from his hand: "Tell me, are there any big orders in the building recently?"
The waiter suddenly lowered his head and said with a blushing face: "No, there are no guests with good background..."
"Huh?" The lazy and raised tail voice was mind-blowing: "Really?"
"Really-" before the waiter could finish his words, he suddenly seemed to remember something: "Ah, by the way! The General's Mansion sent a message a few days ago, asking the singer in our building to go to the General's Mansion tomorrow to join in the fun."
"Tomorrow?" He wiped his cheeks like peeled eggs nonchalantly: "Have you chosen the right person? Don't make any mistakes."
"No, it's Sister Ningyuan who is going this time."
"The General's Mansion is no better than others..." Qi Yan's voice was full of seriousness. He waved and sent the waiter: "Go down and pass the message. I will go with you tomorrow."
"… yes."
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This is the first time that a singer has been introduced to the General's Mansion.
The beauty of the throat is the Ning Yuan, and the colorful gauze gracefully dances into the Lian River.
Everyone in the capital knows that there are two good things in Hehuan Building: Miss Ningyuan's singing voice is sweet and heart-warming, and Miss Lianchuan's dancing is unprecedented. In short, people who often visit Hehuan Building can't say enough about how good everything is in Hehuan Building.
The general is stationed at the border, and the palace in the capital is like an empty mansion. After returning to court after this great victory, it was natural to prepare a banquet for guests. The general must have never heard of Ning Yuan. The singer invited this time must have heard what others said.
Sitting in Ning Yuan's sedan, Qi Yan played with the white jade finger in his hand, with a faint smile on his face.
"Why are you so happy, Master?" Ning Yuan poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to him. After he took it, she gently squeezed his shoulders.
"Oh? Why is this young master so happy?"
"Young master, if you don't say anything, Ning Yuan will also notice it." Ning Yuan raised her head and looked at Qi Yan with a rosy face.
The man in front of me is so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.
If he were a woman... there would be no more beautiful women in the world.
Ning Yuan's face was covered with a layer of obsession, and the pressure of her fingers on her shoulders became softer and softer.
The next second, Qi Yan brushed her hand away.
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