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Chapter 169 Huang Rong’s little request (please subscribe, please vote)

The dusk rain sprinkles on the river sky to cleanse the autumn!

It's raining again.

A cold autumn rain.

The dark clouds, accompanied by the continuous drizzle, pressed towards Lin'an bit by bit.

A deep chill rushed into the room through the windows and into thousands of homes.

But even this biting late autumn rain could not dispel the heavy chill floating over Lin'an Mansion.

Wu Gong was sitting alone on the second floor of the teahouse.

Staring at the inn opposite.

The eldest son of Duke Wu arrived a day ago.

Live in the inn opposite.

The other party is really wealthy.

A lot of money was spent to clear out the entire inn in Lin'an Prefecture.

Trucks of all sizes almost filled the small inn, and thousands of guards densely protected the entire inn.

It makes people wonder whether he is here to propose marriage or specifically to show off his wealth.

Wu Gong was bored by himself, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to come over and monitor the other party's movements.

As for why I am bored when I am alone
  Wu Gong let out a long sigh when he thought of this.

Wang Yuyan also fell ill due to the cold, and she didn't know if it was because she caught a cold that day.

She and Guo Fu, a pair of troubled sisters, were temporarily prohibited from leaving the house.

Only when all illnesses are cured can one leave the house.

Li Qingluo has been busy with her batch of goods these days. Shenlong never saw the end of the goods. Wu Gong finally saw her. Although she was busy, she was in high spirits and did not disturb her.

Su Quan disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where he had gone.

Li Mochou comes every day.

But that was only at night. In the morning, he would rush back to the palace before dawn.

Sometimes Li Mochou would disappear before Wu Gong woke up.

Wu Gong was lying on the bed, feeling that the quilt was still warm, but without the soft body next to him, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of emptiness and loss in his heart. He always felt as if something was missing in his heart, as if he was... Unknowingly, I became a loner again, and my heart became empty.

Wu Gong didn't want to stay in that room anymore.

I want to go out and relax.

Silver light flickered between his fingers.

Two silver needles tied with thin threads, like living creatures with wisdom, floated out of thin air on Wu Gong's palm.

But if you look carefully, you will find that the two silver needles are not floating in the air. The thin threads that look weak are actually the pillars that allow the two silver needles to float in the air.

He moved his fingers slightly.

Like obedient puppies, the two silver needles began to attack the table in front of them.

"Dududu" seems to be refreshed out of thin air, one after another as thin as hair, seemingly without any order, but with the slow movement of Wu Gong's fingers, a flower with dozens of petals, The pieced together jasmine flowers slowly appeared on the table.

Whoosh!
  Suddenly, with his fingers twitching, Wu Gong wrapped himself around the thin thread trailed by the silver needle, picking up and curling it up. Green light flashed on his hand, and the two silver needles were already retracted into his cuffs.

Wu Gong heard footsteps coming from behind.

He recognized the footsteps. The footsteps were so familiar to him that they were even deeply engraved in his memory, to the point where he couldn't forget them even if he wanted to.

Looking back, a familiar and graceful figure appeared in his eyes, wearing a light yellow lining and a goose yellow dress on the outside. She was gentle and soft, like a jasmine flower - the sun screen window Deep and leisurely, containing peach red sun and pomegranate Yin.

There was a warm spring breeze in Ru Shui's pupils, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes were light and there was no fluctuation, but after seeing Wu Gong, he couldn't help but glow with a faint agility.

She held a long sword in one hand and a small bag in the other. Wu Gong subconsciously glanced at her plump and tall thighs. The goose-yellow skirt wrapped her legs tightly, but when she moved, , the naturally curved and twisting lines are still fascinating.

"Well, how's it going, Gong'er?"

Huang Rong's cold voice came, and she felt like a gust of wind. She walked to Wu Gong and stood still. She glanced out the window. Seeing that there seemed to be no movement at the inn opposite, she frowned slightly: "Yes." Did you find anything?"

"Nothing was found, godmother, are you here?"

Huang Rong nodded lightly, looking away from the station opposite, and then slowly placed her eyes on Wu Gong's face.
  A look of resentment gradually appeared in his eyes.

Wu Gong immediately poured her a cup of tea diligently, and at the same time handed it over respectfully, and said with a bit of flattery: "Godmother, please take a sip of tea."

"Ah."

Huang Rong snorted lightly, but still caught the tea cup I handed her. Her little finger and ring finger were against the bottom of the cup, and her three fingers were resting on the tea cup. She held the tea cup with her left hand and sipped the tea lid with her right hand, just so slowly. As he drank slowly, the expression on his face seemed to be less resentful and calmer.

Wu Gong quickly stood up again, ran behind Huang Rong, put his palms gently on her shoulders, and pressed them extremely slowly.

"Godmother, you must be very tired after you left the house so early this morning. Let me massage your shoulders." Wu Gong stood behind her, using his fingers to massage her slightly.

Wu Gong just stood behind Huang Rong, twitching his nose slightly. He could smell a faint fragrance, which was the fragrance of flowers carried in the sachet on his body, and also had the unique fragrance of women. It was intoxicating and intoxicating to Wu Gong. .

There was no one on this floor of the teahouse.

In addition, there is only a place in the corner by the window.    No one noticed what happened here at all.

"Humph!" Huang Rong didn't care about this at all. She was in the teahouse with people coming and going. She leaned on the chair very comfortably, pouted, and took a sip of the tea in her hand. He seemed to be enjoying Wugong's service with peace of mind. After a while, he said coldly, "Don't think that pleasing me will make me forget about you and Li Mochou."

Wu Gong carefully kneaded her shoulders and said in a flattering tone: "Godmother, weren't you already not angry that night? Why are you angry again now? Could it be that you ate the wrong food?"

As soon as Wu Gong said these words, Huang Rong choked, and then she said quietly, "Why, now that Li Mochou is supporting you, can I, a godmother, not be angry anymore?"

"Of course not, of course not." Wu Gong said repeatedly: "Godmother, you can be angry whenever you want. No matter when you are angry, I will coax you."

Huang Rong snorted coldly, "Why, am I that unreasonable shrew?

Are you always angry and looking for trouble with you? "

After hearing this, Wu Gong finally understood that it would be better for him to keep his mouth shut, so he concentrated on helping Huang Rong massage her shoulders to relieve fatigue.

After a while, Huang Rong said.

"Gong'er."

"What's wrong, godmother?"

"You and Li Mochou, do you really like her, or do you just pity her?"

Wu Gong hesitated for a while: "I was really pitiful before, but now, I can't let her go even more. She said that if I abandon her again, she will find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to commit suicide. She said that she will do it .”

"Ah."

Huang Rong still responded lightly and had no emotional reaction.

Wu Gong was silent for a moment, but couldn't help but ask, "Godmother, do you disagree with Mochou being with me?"

Huang Rong looked back at Wu Gong, frowning slightly, but her tone was extremely calm: "Why do you ask that?"

Wu Gong looked at her and said, "I'm not an idiot. I'm a fool. I can naturally feel your thoughts."

Huang Rong didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and said, "Gong'er, don't care about what I think."

Wu Gong lowered his head guiltily and said, "Godmother, I."

Wu Gong didn't know what to say for a while.

Huang Rong's expression was indifferent, she just stared at Wu Gong quietly, and then smiled calmly: "Gong'er, it's okay, don't care about my feelings. Although Li Mochou may have been a murderous female devil, but I I can feel that she has changed. I believe she can take good care of you."

"Godmother, why do you say that?"

"It's nothing, I just said it as I thought of it."

Wu Gong lowered his gaze and said, "Godmother, I should say hello to you first about this matter. It's me."

Huang Rong didn't reply for a while, then a cold and calm voice slowly came, "Gong'er, no matter what you do, your godmother will support you unconditionally.

Just like you said to your godmother, you will be your godmother’s strongest support, and your godmother will return this sentence to you. No matter what happens to you, your godmother will be your support. "

Wu Gong looked at Huang Rong's somewhat disappointed eyes and bit his lip. Just as he was about to speak again, Huang Rong noticed the jasmine flowers printed on the table.

Huang Rong reached out and fumbled around on the jasmine flower. After discovering that there were tiny holes, she suddenly became interested and asked, "Gong'er? Did you carve this jasmine flower into it?"

Wu Gong nodded, "Yes! I'm still practicing."

Huang Rong looked at this jasmine flower.

The more I look, the more I like it.

"Gong'er, do you know the needle-ink maker?"

Huang Rong suddenly asked.

Wu Gong raised his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment and said, "Are they those ink craftsmen who specialize in tattooing actors?"

"Yes!" Huang Rong nodded, a blush suddenly flashed on her face, "Gong'er, I like this jasmine flower very much. If possible, can you give it to me?"

Wu Gong hesitated for a while and looked at Huang Rong's slightly longing eyes.

"Of course, no problem, godmother.

when? "

"Then now!"

Huang Rong stretched out her hand and shouted to the waiter in the distance: "Xiao Er?"

"coming!"

The waiter ran over carrying a white cloth and said, "Sir, what are your orders?"

Huang Rong took out a piece of silver and threw it over, "Is there a secluded wing?"

"Yes! You two, please come with me." The waiter took the money with exposed eyes, nodded and led the two of them towards the stairs not far away.

“There is a private room on the third floor, absolutely quiet!”

"Do you have any pictures?"

"Yes, guests often recite poems and paint in the private rooms, so each private room is equipped with an ink desk."

(happy to hear and see)
  (End of this chapter)