The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 483 Nervous, it's the first time after all

"So, Lao Ba doesn't need to wear women's clothes anymore?" Su Qingran turned to look at Jun Qingchen who was dressed in pink.

"It can be said like this."

Looking at the two people in front of him, Jun Qingchen tore off his belt angrily, "I hate you!"

However, he is still happy that he doesn't have to wear women's clothing to sell himself in a flower building!

"It's already scaring the snake, what should we do now?" Su Qingran frowned.

They originally came to Luzhou for a visit, and wanted to secretly investigate Zui Qingcheng's affairs, but who knew that Jun Qingye got the news so quickly.

"Knock the mountain to shake the tiger." Jun Qinghan gently opened his thin lips.

Jun Qingchen was surprised, "Fourth Brother, you want to go to Zui Qingcheng yourself?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Su Qingran faintly, "Aren't you afraid that sister-in-law Si will be angry if you go to the brothel?"

"I won't go, you go." Jun Qinghan said lightly.

"Me?" Jun Qingchen pointed at himself in disbelief.

"En." Jun Qinghan nodded.

……

Drunk allure.

The night was hazy and brightly lit.

Yuqian Street is the busiest place in Luzhou during the day, and Zuiqingcheng is the busiest place at night.

There are good wines and beautiful people here.

Singing and dancing, with incense mantles fluttering, it is like a fairyland on earth, but it is the most famous gold selling cave in Luzhou.

"Master, come in and have a look..."

"Master, please..."

Several thinly dressed women kept waving their handkerchiefs in the cold wind to attract guests.

I don't know if it's because these girls are too attractive, or because Zui Qingcheng is famous enough that there are so many guests.

Although it was cold and windy outside, it was warm and comfortable inside Zuiqing City.

As soon as I entered, a gust of warm wind enveloped me, and with it came a scent of rouge that was thick but not gaudy, colorful but not vulgar.

"Cough cough..."

Hearing a light cough, someone looked towards the entrance, and soon there was a surprised voice, "The iron mask that man is wearing looks familiar."

"I also think it looks familiar. It seems that someone has worn it before..."

"That's the mask worn by Master Murong Xiaohou of Dali Temple. Could this person be..."

While the people in the lobby were discussing, a woman with a lingering charm walked over with her slightly bloated waist, "Guest officer, may I ask who you are?"

"Why, don't you recognize me?"

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be the world-renowned Young Master Murong. Disrespect and disrespect..." The madam waved her handkerchief, surprise flashed across her eyes, and she carefully probed, "I don't know if the young master came to us. What about the case, or... looking for fun?"

"What do you think?"

The madam understood in an instant, and immediately smiled from ear to ear, "Young master, please, our girls in Drunk City are all beautiful and beautiful, and they will definitely serve you well, young master."

"Call your oirans here."

"Okay, okay, Yu Niang will ask Miss Xue Ying to come and accompany you, please come to the second floor."

Watching Yuniang leave, he stopped her, "Remember to prepare a good table of food and wine."

"Young Master, don't worry, Yuniang will do it."

……

The second floor.

Yuniang hurried into the fragrant pavilion of the oiran Xueying, her face was solemn, "Xueying, the little Marquis Murong is here!"

"Murong Che is here?" The woman frowned, her eyes flashed with surprise.

"That's right, he's on the second floor now, and he even asked you to accompany him by name."

"So he's here to have fun?" Xue Yingqiu's pupils were dark, and the tear moles at the end of her eyes were charming.

Yu Niang nodded, "I think he came to Zui Qingcheng tonight to let us relax our vigilance, and secondly, to inquire about the news himself."

"I'll call Xueyang."

Yu Niang nodded, "Since he is here now, we have to make sure everything is safe."

"I understand." Xue Ying walked towards the Xiangge next door with a serious face.

"Knock, knock, knock..." Knocked on the door, she pushed the door open and walked in, looked at the woman sitting in front of the dressing table, and called softly, "Xue Yang."

"Sister, why are you here?" The woman called Xue Yang was painting her eyebrows and applying her rouge.

"You don't have to go tonight, he's here!"

"Who's here?" Xue Yang was surprised, her hands trembled, and her eyebrows were suddenly drawn sideways.

"Murong Che." Xueying said and approached, "Are you ready?"

"It will be ready soon." Xueyang said while re-throwing her eyebrows.

When she turned around again, Xueying's eyes lit up.

Her younger sister didn't like to put on makeup since she was a child, but she didn't expect to be so stunning after dressing up.

There is a breath of freshness in the charm, which is precisely what can most seduce a man's heart.

"Sister, what do you think?"

"Not bad." Xueying nodded, very satisfied, "Go, don't make him wait."

Xue Yang hesitated, "Sister, I... I'm a little nervous."

Xueying smiled softly, "You girl has always been fearless, and when you promised this matter, you made a vow. I thought you didn't take it to heart at all, but I didn't expect you to be afraid."

"After all...it's the first time after all, so there's no one who isn't nervous." Xue Yang pursed her lips.

"Don't be afraid, it's nothing, we are all for the master, let's go." Xueying comforted softly.

Inside the Fragrant Pavilion.

Jun Qingchen sniffed the light incense, drank Huadiao, and ate delicious food. He was so happy that he had already forgotten about ordering the oiran.

"Knock knock knock..."

Hearing the knock on the door, he frowned and put down his chopsticks, "Who?"

"Young Master, didn't you let the slave family come here?"

Hearing the woman's soft voice, Jun Qingchen remembered, wiped his mouth, got up and opened the door.

Looking at the woman wearing a gauze skirt outside the door, he gently closed his eyes, "Are you the oiran Xueying?"

"That's right, it's the slave family."

"Then come in."

Xueyang entered the room, and then closed the door, "Young Master, are you tired, and my slave will help you to rest?"

Jun Qingchen glanced at the dishes on the table calmly, frowned, and cast his eyes on her thickly rouged cheeks, "Go and wipe your face, it's thicker than a city wall. Hou doesn't like it."

"Little Lord, this..." The corners of Xueyang's mouth twitched, this was painted by her for an entire hour!

"Go quickly."

"Yes." Xue Yang rolled her eyes calmly, and walked towards the dressing table in the inner room.

Sending the person away, Jun Qingchen heaved a sigh of relief, sat down again, and swept away the food on the table.

After two glasses of wine, Jun Qingchen suddenly felt a little light, top-heavy.

As soon as Xue Yang wiped off the thick rouge on her face, she found a figure behind her.

At this time, Jun Qingchen felt that there was a continuous surge of hot air in his body, bursting out, burning him uncomfortable.

He kept tugging at the clothes on his body, and even threw away the mask casually.

Seeing that face with clear eyebrows, Xue Yang was slightly taken aback. Could it be that Murong Che wears a mask all year round not because his face is ruined, but because he is too beautiful?

However, looking at this face, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. How much aphrodisiac wine did this man drink? His face was as red as a monkey's butt!
Just when she was about to laugh, someone grabbed her chin.

(End of this chapter)