Xiao Yan knelt on the cold ground with a resolute expression.
This eldest son has always been a steady and introverted character, ambitious, but he showed it properly, and it was the first time he disobeyed himself like this.
Xiao Hui stared at him for a while, then said, "If I don't stop you today, what are you going to do?"
"My son..."
Without waiting for him to continue, Xiao Hui said: "Break into the hall to ask for someone? Kill people to vent your anger?"
"Then—" He sneered and raised his voice, "How will you deal with your brother when he returns to the palace!"
Xiao Yan was startled.
"I know you treat Nan'er well, and you are eager to save my brother, so you were reckless..." Xiao Hui sighed, "Why am I not in a hurry? It's just that this matter should not be messed up. I have ordered Qinglong to go ahead. You can rest assured."
"Forgive me for your disrespect, why hasn't the younger brother returned to the palace?" The little prince was robbed during the day, but it was already late at night.
Qinglong thorn is the secret secret guard mastered by the emperors of all dynasties. They are all elite soldiers. It is rumored that one enemy can be defeated on the battlefield; it is reasonable to save the little prince just by hand.
Xiao Hui's eyes sharpened: "I have my own discretion in this matter, I am tired, you can go back."
"..." Xiao Yan pursed his lips, but finally got up unwillingly, "I will take my leave."
He had guessed about the traitor of Qinglong thorn, but he lacked a chance to confirm it. Xiao Hui looked at the back of his eldest son, closed his eyes tiredly, and leaned back on the back of the chair.
Sitting in this seat, he sacrificed himself and Gu Yannan. He has done too many regrets in his life, but he never thought of stopping.
For a person like him, only the real result is the most important thing. For the youngest son, he can give endless pampering, but that little pampering alone is not enough for him to override his interests.
Yannan, forgive me.
{This is an era of looking at faces. }
Luo Shutu concluded quietly.
He turned his head and smiled at Chun He, who was serving him, and the other party immediately came up with hands and feet to help him get dressed, from blushing to the root of his neck.
In the past few days, the gymnasium has been busy preparing to fight the oiran. As one of the candidates, Luo Shutu also received temporary training, such as posture, eyes, and even breathing.
As long as it wasn't too much, he was very cooperative. Coupled with the natural advantages of that face, the old bustard looked at him more and more enthusiastically every day, and he was almost certain that he would win this time in the Huakui fight jointly organized by several halls.
"Mr. Lianhua, please rest assured. Even though you are an oiranian tonight, mother wants to cultivate you well and will never spoil you." Seeing Luo Shutu's expression turned gloomy, Chun He comforted her.
... No, he is not worried about prostitution, he is worried about the so-called three fights of sex, art and skill!
The matches in Fengyue place are naturally more or less erotic. The color art is quite normal, but the skills are completely out of his grasp, at least he knelt down after witnessing a top card in the gym practicing diligently with a cucumber - bet a hundred yuan, this is definitely a bed skill, is there any!
Fortunately, the old bustard didn't force him, only said that he would ask the young master for help; Luo Shutu said that he doubted what kind of help this was.
However, he lives comfortably in the mansion, and it is not his turn to sell himself for the time being. He is served with delicious food and drink every day. He only needs to count his fingers and count that the people in the palace and Ji Bei will show up in a few days.
During this period, the palace did not leak any news, presumably Xiao Hui suppressed it, if something happened to him, his reputation would not be discredited.
According to Luo Shutu's prediction, someone should have sneaked into the palace on the second day after entering the pavilion, but there was no movement after four days.
Knowing that he was here, he didn't act immediately. Although he didn't know the reason, but judging by Xiao Hui's character, he could only be patiently waiting for the best and most reasonable time to pick him out of the hall cleanly, Things are rounded from beginning to end, leaving no trace.
In other words, he was waiting for the oiran night.
It is said that it is night, but in fact the opening time is very early, and at the end of the day, guests have entered the hall of Dou Huakui one after another.
When it was Shenshi, the outside was as lively as a market. Luo Shutu's appearance order was relatively late. Even so, he didn't have time to eat, so he was dragged behind to wait for the stage.
The one in front of him is the famous top card of the Qingshan Pavilion, with a feminine appearance, and a bit of a weak willow when walking, which can arouse a man's desire to protect, but his character is not good. Not pleasing to the eye, Luo Shutu secretly doubted his gender.
Among the people who have already appeared, the most famous one is the gold-lettered signboard of the arch-nemesis of the Qingshan Pavilion. Luo Shutu glanced at it and saw that it was indeed beautiful and unfeminine. He wore the abstinent white dress with the collar up to the chin in a fairy-like manner. Worth the big bucks.
"Young Master? Young Master! Go up!" Chunhe urged repeatedly in his ear.
The top card that came down gave him a strange sideways look, but Luo Shutu ignored him and strode over.
{Sao Nian pay attention to your feet (/▽＼)~}
Paji—
{... ... Fuck, can you play happily (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻!}
Luo Shutu, who fell out of the big horoscope, successfully reaped the silence, followed by roars of laughter.
He silently raised his head, propped his arms on the countertop, and simply lay down halfway in the mermaid posture.
Looking at the boy who is only thirteen or fourteen years old, his innocence and greenness are enough to be attractive; not to mention the messy black hair at the moment, a few strands sticking to the red lips make people feel itchy, and the bright red robe looks like jade skin, half The lying posture highlights the slender waist.
When those eyes looked over, everyone's breathing was stagnant.
Proud, seemingly angry, the desire to conquer in the body was instantly ignited.
The little prince... Ji Bei looked at the people on the stage, his brows were slightly frowned, and he suddenly felt a little strange.
He received a message from the prince, telling him that he must be there on the oiran night to buy him back, and that it is most appropriate to do this in his capacity.
He thought... the little prince he imagined could not do this, Ji Bei shook his head and chuckled, ignoring the inexplicable emotions in his heart, maybe he never saw this child clearly.
{Ding—the hero's favorability degree is 5, and the current favorability degree is 28. }
The corner of Luo Shutu's mouth curled up when he got off the stage. I really saw you right, keep up the momentum and go up!
Originally, the talent that the procuress asked him to prepare was painting, and of course it was not an ordinary painting, he had to add some imaginative things, for example, the preparation action was to roll up the sleeves, stretch out the jade arms lightly, dip the brush in water and dab the vermilion lips, water marks Stretching across the thin neck... How can such unscrupulous things be done in front of Ji Bei? —If you want to do it, you can only do it for him to watch alone!
"Chunhe, bring me a plate for vinegar."
"Ah? Oh, young master, don't run around here, you will be going up in a while."
Luo Shutu looked around for a while, and found the Cucumber Party who had been practicing a certain skill.
"...Do you want it?" Seeing the young man in red staring intently at the bag of cucumbers in his hand, Xiao Guan finally asked.
Luo Shutu nodded: "Thank you." Then he stretched out his hand generously and picked out a plump, thick cucumber.
Xiaowan: "..."
"Art" is full of ambiguity and embarrassment. After a group of people showed off, the atmosphere in the hall was already hot, and a few people who had little self-control even hurriedly retreated to vent their anger.
When the Four Treasures of the Study appeared on the stage again, the audience booed, "Be fresher!"
Luo Shutu, who came up with a cucumber and a plate of vinegar, walked to the desk without changing his expression, put the plate down with a snap, pressed the cucumber, and raised the inkstone with his right hand.
The slender wrist swung down again and again, and the emerald green cucumber was broken into pieces.
The hall was quiet, only the sound of "Papa Papa" could be heard endlessly.
Suddenly, I feel a little sore...
After Luo Shutu patted the cucumbers and put them on a plate, his exquisite chin was lifted up arrogantly, a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he shook his sleeves and stepped off the stage.
That kind of posture is not flattering, but it has a fatal temptation, willing to surrender, it seems that it is a great gift to be looked at by him; I want to push people under me, I want to see those eyes dyed with passion, I want to hear that pair of eyes. Moaning in disdain, someone swallowed loudly.
"When did the Qingshan Pavilion come to be so stunning?"
"I've never heard of it, but it's good enough! I don't know what kind of tricks the technique will have later!"
Ji Bei frowned, and suddenly got up and walked backstage.
"I won't do it!"
The old bustard originally thought that Luo Shutu would have no objection, and after leading a young lady to stand in front of him and explain the following arrangements, the other party's reaction was very firm.
"There's a gauze curtain outside, I've wronged you just by barking a few times?" the old bustard said coldly.
The little prince's lips were pursed into a line, and his eyes were full of suppressed anger. Ji Bei stepped forward and said loudly, "Is it okay to change me and him?"
"Jibei, next Ji's family, hits it off with this young master very much, and intends to redeem him afterward." He met Luo Shutu's bright eyes, and smiled slightly, "I know mother's rules. Being able to lead people, my mother also knows my financial resources, this time I just enjoy it in advance, I think my mother will not refute my face."
"Master Ji is a rare visitor, but this redemption, oops, you have seen it too, this face and waist are rare!" The old bustard laughed, "You can't take advantage of this casual thing." , everyone in the hall depends on me for support.”
Ji Bei smiled: "Mom, raising a person costs a lot, right? No matter how beautiful you are, how many years can you keep? The young master doesn't look like a good general, so think about it carefully." He took out a bank note and stuffed it into the hands of the bustard, "I'm in a hurry outside, we'll talk after we're done fighting with the oirans."
"...Hey!" Before the bustard could react, Luo Shutu was dragged onto the stage by Ji Bei.
The little prince stood blankly in front of the bamboo couch, looking a little silly, Ji Bei couldn't help but nodded his forehead, bent down and picked him up.
"What are you doing—uh!"
The person in his arms struggled restlessly, and Ji Bei pressed his head to his chest: "Don't move around, be careful not to fall."
The front of the couch was covered with two layers of red gauze, and people outside could only see a blurred figure, and the vague teasing was more exciting than the naked seduction.
The little prince, who was crushed on the bamboo couch, managed to lift his head from his chest, his cheeks were blushing, and just as he was about to speak, Ji Bei squeezed his thigh hard.
"Ah—" Although it was not heavy, the spoiled little prince still groaned out.
The voice was clear, a little hoarse after being suffocated, revealing a bit of lazy charm, which made people's hearts twitch.
Ji Bei chuckled lightly, and gently slid his hand around his waist, feeling the other person's body tremble, and immediately found the right place to scratch, and got his wish. groan, with some pain-like trills.
"Aha... umm... ha..."
While biting his lips in shame and staring at him, the little prince who couldn't help laughing but wrinkled his face with all his strength, was as cute as a little leopard with its paws closed. Looking at him, Ji Bei suddenly remembered that his mother was still alive. What I said at the time, ticklish men are afraid of their wives, so I laughed in my heart—the concubine of the little prince, no matter how talented he is, he can't describe it, which woman will not lose her color standing beside him
Inside the red gauze tent, there is lively color and fragrance.
I saw people's shadows overlapped, the gauze curtains moved slightly, and they gasped and groaned occasionally, which made people's blood boil.
"Why didn't His Highness resist before..."
"I can't..." The little prince grabbed his shoulders, his eyes were clear for a moment, "I've always been a child..."