mad concubine

His eyes gradually became calm and calm, and his expression was not as arrogant as before. It looked a little strange, but it made people unable to see the slightest hidden emotion. The deep and dark eagle eyes were like two unfathomable pools. The dark whirlpool makes people unable to see the bottom.

At this moment, Mo Xi seemed to have sensed it, and turned his back calmly, leaving only a slender figure of his back, which seemed to evoke memories deep in the man's heart. Si lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyes, and fell into deep thought, but soon came back to his senses, then turned and entered the private room.

Hong Ling kept staring at Long Qianjue cautiously until the figure of the man disappeared in the corridor on the second floor, then she secretly tugged on Mo Xi's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Miss, you said Li Wang would won't you recognize us?"

"So what if he recognizes us? Tell me, who are we now? Does he know who we are?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Xi's lips, Hong Ling must be a little too timid.

However, Mo Xi is also sure of one thing right now. The painting mentioned earlier, it seems... the woman in the painting should be her. I didn't expect that man to fall in love with me at first sight, let alone Dong Li. King Li of the country, but according to the current situation, it is better for her to stay away from this man.

For some reason, Mo Xi was worried that she would be recognized by Long Qianjue. Just now she laughed at Hong Ling's timidity, but now she seems to be a little scared, but after thinking about it again, how can there be such a coincidence It's just a matter, when they saw the Huakui girl, they patted their buttocks and left, and they would never see this Prince Li again.

Hong Ling thought about it for a while, then murmured to herself: "Yes, Miss and I are both men now, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

The old bustard finally couldn't help meddling in, and spoke: "The two gentlemen seem unfamiliar, and it must be the first time they have come back. Our girl from Hongxianglou is the most beautiful on this street. You can come up with a Whatever it is, Mom, I'll find it for you, and you two will be very satisfied..."

Mo Xi winked at Hong Ling in front of the old bustard, and soon, Hong Ling walked up to the old bustard slowly and gracefully with an ingot of gold, with a smirk on her lips, and flashed the golden ingot in front of the old bustard The old bustard suddenly burst into a smile, and stretched out the hand of the big red Danko with a flattering face.

But at this moment, Hong Ling gave a wicked smile, suddenly withdrew her hand, and said meaningfully: "My son said, it's no problem if you want this ingot of gold ingot, but you have to let your oiran dream like a girl Let's meet our young master, Mom should make some arrangements." Her bad appearance at this time is somewhat like that of her master Mo Xi, it seems that she really is what kind of master and what kind of slave she has taught.

The old bustard showed distress, paused slightly with his hands hanging in the air, and looked upstairs inadvertently with his sly almond eyes flashing. Hong Ling noticed that it seemed to be the private room that Wang Li had entered just now.

This little move of the old bustard did not escape Mo Xi's eyes. The corners of her lips curled up with a cold charm, and she said lightly, "The price is not a problem, it's just that Mommy can arrange for me to meet the oiran girl from Hongxianglou. Small idea, Hong Ling—”

Mo Xi called out with a long tail on purpose, and Hong Ling immediately took out another ingot of gold ingot from the purse, and this time the old bustard's eyes became even brighter.

"Both young masters, go upstairs first. Come here. The tea is waiting for you. Mom will make arrangements for Miss Mengru to come to see you." In the bones, that chubby look makes people want to vomit, and the flaming red lips are nothing more than that.

The old bustard led Mo Xi and Hong Ling into the wing room. It happened to be the room next to Long Qianjue and Su Yanhan. Swallow back into the stomach.

Mo Xi's master and servant followed the madam into this elegant wing room. A delicately carved screen delicately divided this wing room into two, separating the two rooms just right, elegant and meticulous.

In the next room, Su Yanhan sat opposite Long Qian, and said in a low voice, "Princess Li means that the Princess Anle who was sent by the Nancang Kingdom for marriage...she didn't die in the fire, but The real arsonist?"

As Su Yanhan's words fell, Long Qianjue's narrow eyes dimmed, and the slender fingers that were holding the teacup tightened suddenly, and the strength of the fingertips also increased a little bit, and the low voice was full of sternness , slowly escaped from his throat: "She dared to set fire to this king's house, and this king has to find her out, and settle the account with her."

While speaking, Long Qianjue suddenly thought of another person in his mind, that is, the young master he saw outside just now. The face that flashed in his mind surprised him. Could it be that My own habit of cutting off sleeves failed, and I somehow thought of that person again.

Su Yanhan took a sip of tea, and asked casually: "Do you think it was ordered by Emperor Nancang..."

"Hmph! This old man Liang Nangong Xiao is not so courageous. If he can't find that woman, the book king will naturally have to blame him." Long Qianjue's sharp eyes were shining. With a cold look, he cast a cold glance at Su Yanhan on the opposite side.

"Of course, this is what happened to the people sent by Nancang Kingdom. What happened...Of course they have to pay the price."

Facing the sharpness that shot out from the bottom of Long Qianjue's eyes, Su Yanhan's eyes flashed an imperceptible gleam, seemingly casually holding the teacup, taking a sip gracefully, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

The next moment, Long Qianjue's thin lips curled slightly, and the engraved handsome face became cold, and he stopped speaking.

Complicated eyes flashed across Su Yanhan's eyes, and then he laughed softly: "Drink tea, drink tea, don't talk about these spoiling things."

Long Qianjue slowly raised his eyes and glanced at him, and took another sip of tea with no expression on his face, his eyes were still as cold as before, suddenly he seemed to remember something, the hand holding the teacup froze in the air, his brows furrowed, and he murmured: "Why does this king think those two people are so familiar? I seem to have met there..." His words seemed to be speaking to Su Yanhan, but they were more like talking to himself.