The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 98 098: Jing Zhanli suspects the cause of Mei Zhu's death
The matter of Gu Ningyun has spread all over the streets and alleys. Nan Zhuohua asked Qing Yu, and he also understood that Yun Ranyue's plan was arranged by Yun Ranyue.

On the day of the incident, Nan Zhuohua and Gu Ningyun met in the back garden of the mansion, and warned him not to provoke her again.

But he refused to listen.

I really can't learn well.

Who is to blame?

The people in the imperial capital believed that Gu Ningyun and Meizhu were not guilty of death, and they had no doubts about Gu Ningyun's killing of Meizhu.

However, one person felt that this matter was very suspicious.

The third day was the day when Gu Ningyun beheaded.

At that time, Jing Zhanli came to Tingfang Pavilion to find a girl to listen to a little song.

Tingfang Pavilion is a land of wind and moon, the most lively and bustling time is at night, but it is very deserted during the day.

But some dignitaries also like to come here to listen to little songs during the day to relieve their fatigue, and Jing Zhanli is one of them, who comes here every now and then to listen to little songs.

Lianchun was dressing up in her boudoir on the second floor, when a little maid outside the door informed her that Jing Zhanli was coming.

Lianchun responded, stood up and opened the door to greet her.

Lianchun is wearing a pleated skirt of light gauze and water mist, with soft smoke around her waist, and a thin layer of makeup. Her charm is not embellished, but rather natural.

Jing Zhanli leaned lazily on the railing of the stairs.

Looking at each other with Lianchun's beautiful eyes, Lianbu went down the stairs, red lips smiled: "His Royal Highness Xiao Wang has not come to our Tingfang Pavilion for a few days, our girls here miss His Highness Xiao Wang day and night."

When the two were a step away, Jing Zhanli embraced her with his long arms, turned around and pressed her against the railing, the light veil slipped off his shoulders, revealing his creamy skin.

Jing Zhanli's fingertips hooked her black hair around her ear, flirtatiously, "What about you? Doesn't Chun'er be included in the girl package in Tingfang Pavilion?"

"Naturally included," Lian Chun smiled, gently pushed Jing Zhanli away from her body, and lightly picked up the veil that slipped off her shoulders with her fingertips, her gestures and gestures were full of flair, "My family is still waiting for the prince's pocket to support us Where's the girl from Tingfang Pavilion?"

He chuckled and joked: "My lord won't come for a few days, without his support, all the girls in our attic will lose weight."

Jing Zhanli lamented, looking very sad: "It turns out that what Chun'er thinks about day and night is not about me, but about the money in my pocket."

Lianchun raised her red lips: "If not, would the slave family still be greedy for the prince's beauty?"

"Why? Isn't the beauty of this king worthy of your greed?"

Jing Zhanli's pretty winking eyes lightly glanced at her, only to see that she was wanton and romantic, but there was no frivolity or vulgarity.

Lianchun smiled without saying a word.

Living in the fireworks and moonlight, she is used to beauties like flowers. Although Jing Zhanli has an excellent appearance and can be described as "beautiful", it is not enough to fascinate her mind.

Seeing that she was silent, Jing Zhanli shook his head and sighed: "As the proprietress of Tingfang Pavilion, Chun'er really has no sense of sentimentality."

Lianchun went down the stairs, took him to the upper room, and said with a smile: "In a while, I will find a girl who understands flirtatiousness to accompany the prince."

When he got to the room, Jing Zhanli was lying on the bed, looking lazy and boneless.

Lianchun poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, smiling: "The prince wants to hear some girl play a little song, so I will call you here."

After receiving the tea, Jing Zhanli flicked the teacup, the tea was swirling in the cup, and the corners of his mouth curled up frivolously: "Let Miss Yuxiang come and play a song for this king."

"I'm afraid Miss Yuxiang can't do it," Lianchun smiled embarrassedly: "The prince must also know about Young Master Mei. Because of this incident, Yuxiang was frightened and in poor health. It is inconvenient to come out to pick up guests during this period of time."

She smiled apologetically: "Otherwise, if the slave family finds another girl for the prince, she must be very good at playing the piano."

Jing Zhanli said nothing, with a smile on his face, took a sip of the tea in his hand, and handed the teacup to Lianchun. She stepped forward to take it, but Jing Zhanli grabbed her wrist, and with a strong force, she was brought into a soft bed. .

Lianchun exclaimed, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered, and Jing Zhanli grabbed his wrist and became unstable, his body fell forward and fell into Jing Zhanli's arms.

She is on top, Jing Zhanli is on the bottom.

Jing Zhanli turned over with her arms around her slender waist, imprisoning her inside, the two cuddled tightly, the tip of their noses were only a few inches apart, and their breaths were entwined with each other.

Lifting her thin, smooth and pointed chin with her fingertips, Jing Zhanli murmured in her ear, her hoarse voice was a bit bewitching: "I don't want to find other girls, Chun'er just stay here with me."

Big hands wandered around Lianchun's waist, charming and provocative, Jing Zhanli's winking eyes were misty and charming, and his fingertips moved to the tie around Lianchun's waist, if he opened it, it would be a beauty's erotic ejaculation.

Lianchun's beautiful eyes are clear, and she has no emotion at all about Jing Zhanli's teasing, but she is indifferent and does not change her face when she is lying on a beautiful man.

Stopping the big hands making trouble at the waist, Lianchun gently bent her red lips, and smiled sweetly: "It's okay for the prince to use this beauty to confuse the little girl. The slave family has passed the age of bosom spring, and it is a waste to use it on the slave family."

Letting go of the big hand that imprisoned the beauty, Jing Zhanli lost interest, and lightly clicked: "It's really boring."

As the proprietress among thousands of flowers, she is really not as romantic as those girls.

Pushing Jing Zhanli away, Lian Chun fell limp, sat at the desk and poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip of the tea fragrance, and smiled leisurely: "My lord came to Tingfang Pavilion today, if you have anything to do, just straight to the point, there is no need to worry about it." It takes a lot of trouble to beat around the bush."

She knew that Jing Zhanli didn't come to Yuxiang to listen to the music in the middle of the afternoon.

Jing Zhanli raised the corners of her lips, jokingly said: "Chun'er knows me the best, knowing that I come to Tingfang Pavilion today, and the intention is not to listen to the music."

"Tell me, what's the matter with the prince?" Lianchun didn't want to make any further detours with him.

Jing Zhanli turned sideways, with his arms propped up on his upper body, eyes half closed, "I heard that Meizhu died in Tingfang Pavilion because he was stabbed to death with Gu Ningyun fighting for Miss Yuxiang."

Lian Chun took a sip of tea, "The evidence and certification of this thing are all there, what else is there to be curious about?"

"Hiss" made a long sound, opened his winking eyes, his eyes were dark and unclear, Jing Zhanli smiled lightly: "This king is naturally curious."

Lianchun looked at him suspiciously: "What is the prince curious about?"

Jing Zhanli looked at her, with a confused half-smile: "I am curious, when will Meizhu change her hobby?"

Lianchun's body froze suddenly!
The plain hand holding the cup trembled slightly, and then she closed her eyes, the rippling tea in her hand reflected her shocked pupils, her heart trembled just like the tea.

Putting down the teacup, Lianchun said with a calm smile: "When did Young Master Mei change his hobby, how would I know? Maybe it was because he got tired of the original taste during the confinement period, so he couldn't help but come to our Tingfang Pavilion to find Miss Yuxiang to change his mouth. "

"Really?" Asked casually, Jing Zhanli got up, went to Lianchun's side, put her arms around her shoulders, and said a few meaningful words: "The business of Tingfang Pavilion is running smoothly in the imperial capital. Do you know which noble person is helping behind this?"

(End of this chapter)