The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 22

"Slaughter sheep, 700 taels for a pot of tea, 300 taels for a plate of lotus paste pastry."

Rong Qiannian touched the golden key on her waist, her flesh ached.

"Miss, the downstairs is a recreational place for the princes of the imperial city, so it is naturally more expensive."

"Arty and elegant really needs a lot of money." Rong Qiannian cocked his legs, "Business opportunity!"

This sounded familiar, Thirteen thought about it.A few years ago, Rong Qiannian also said these three words when she went to Huangxiufang, and then Jinxiufang opened, and then... not long ago, Huangxiufang closed.

At this time, the man downstairs slapped the table: "I, Fengqing Royal, are all good men!"

The man sitting next to him said, "Don't you have a medicine jar, Xiao Shi?"

"A hen lays eggs, there are always a few empty shells. Isn't there a fool Rong Jiu among the beauties of the Rong family."

Rong Qiannian stopped holding the lotus paste cake.

The table downstairs seemed to be a nobleman from the capital, and he said without any hindrance: "A sick man and a fool are a perfect match."

"Hahaha!"

Groups of noble sons and buddies laughed together.

Suddenly, an unknown object smashed across the sky.

"Ah! Who hit me?"

The aristocratic young man who was smiling the most fiercely in the last second, grinned his teeth in pain, rubbed the back of his neck, and touched a half-bitten piece of lotus paste pastry: "Where is Xiao Xiaoxiao?"

As soon as the sentence was finished, a few pieces of lotus paste cakes flew out from a half-open window on the second floor. The lotus paste cakes seemed to have eyes, and they all fell on the noble young master's forehead.

"Ahhh!"

Suddenly, there were screams.

When the crowd was surging, there was a crisp chuckle from the second floor, followed by a delicate daughter's voice: "It's all your fault, it makes people look like ladies."

Such a soft voice, what kind of beauty should she be.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the half-open door on the second floor, only to see a slender white hand stretched out, and then, a white and delicate face, dressed in a blood-like red dress, showing evil charm in the publicity , is really eye-catching.

Heh... the crowd gasped.

Such a delicate voice, such a charming face, is actually Erlang!What a pity, what a pity.

The noble young master's eyes lit up, and he raised his voice: "How dare you disrespect the young master, do you know who I am?"

"Who is it?" Rong Qiannian hugged the marshal and asked shamelessly.

"I am the third son of the Northwest Marquis." The third son became more and more proud.

Many onlookers couldn't help giving the young man in red a sympathetic look. The third son of the Northwest Hou family is really a dude.

Resting her chin, Rong Qiannian nodded seriously, "Oh." She raised her eyes, solemnly, "Who is that?"

Young Master Hou of the Northwest shook his feet and gritted his teeth: "Today, the young master insists on letting you come in vertically and go out horizontally. If anyone comes, give them to me..."

"It's noisy."

As soon as the lazy tone fell, a wolf howled was heard, and the third son of the Northwest Hou family was already lying on the ground in the posture of a dog eating shit, with a silver needle between his eyebrows, three points were inserted, seven points were left, and a smear of blood flowed down. The bridge of the nose dripped.

This needle method is superficial if it is shallow, and terrible if it is deep.Absolutely!

It turns out that the real person doesn't show his face, who would have thought that this unarmed young man is a good hidden weapon.

Look again, the young man on the second floor supported the handrail with one hand, turned over, and easily landed on the first floor, walked a few steps closer, the Northwest Hou Gongzi didn't even dare to wipe the blood on his face, and shivered back.

Rong Qiannian knelt down, patted the face of the person on the ground, and said with a smile: "Hey, don't be afraid, she is a lady from a good family. From now on, you can eat indiscriminately, but don't talk nonsense."

A lady from a good family?Dare I ask, who has ever seen a lady from a good family who put a needle in a man?Not to mention that this lady from a good family is a beautiful girl.

"Heroine please." Prince Northwest Hou's teeth were trembling, and he immediately changed his words, "Please, young hero, please make it clear."

"Don't call people sick anymore, be careful." Rong Qiannian smiled more innocently and harmlessly, and said softly, "Be careful, I'll give you an injection."

Young Master Hou of the Northwest let out a muffled groan, and fell limp on the ground, a silver needle pierced eight points into the base of his thigh.

The thirteenth look at the Marshal: Well, visually, I can't get out of bed for two months, and I can't have intercourse for half a year.

Marshal groaned: This is not too light.

Rong Qiannian squatted on the ground, propped her chin to look at the man who was dying of pain on the ground, and blinked Danfeng's eyes: "However, the last four words are very pleasing to the ear."

The last four words?The young prince of Northwest Hou, who had half stepped into the coffin, searched his guts in a breath, and when he remembered, when he was about to die, he said, "Yeah, it's a perfect match."

Rong Qiannian laughed loudly, and patted his forehead: "So cute!"

This touch... Boom!The young master of the Northwest Hou family was so frightened that he didn't come up.

"Hey!" Rong Qiannian sighed, "It's hard for a lady."

In the end, the third son of the Northwest Hou family was carried out of the Tianxia Tower horizontally. The housekeeper of the Northwest Hou family paid Rong Qiannian's bill by the way, and also ordered ten plates of lotus paste cakes, two pots of fine wine, Rong Qiannian Continue to sit in the private room and listen to the book.

Downstairs, from the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes to the royal family, from the martial arts battles to the treacherous courts, the storyteller has a famous mouth, and his words are vivid, and Rong Qiannian can listen to them at a glance.

"Look at the beauty of the four sisters!" Mr. Baimian, the storyteller, waved his fan away.

Off the field, there were young masters with bright eyes: "Where are the four sisters?"

The white-faced scholar said eloquently: "Speaking of these four sisters, they are all amazing. The number one son in the world, Mr. Rong, has something to say." Shaking his fan, he said, "The wind is clear and prosperous, the rain falls and the Yao is bright and elegant, and the moon is hidden. The good water is beautiful, and the poison is far away from people."

The Prosperous Princess of Fengqing Kingdom, Princess Yaoguang of Yuluo Kingdom, Shanshui of Yinyue Pavilion, and Li Ren of Gu Poison Sect are all rare beauties in the world.

What a face!The women in the world are all in a few strokes of ink, sprinkling their demeanor and beauty, and they are alluring.

The lotus paste cake in his mouth was a little greasy, Rong Qiannian took a few sips from the wine glass, and shook his head: There are two types of men, one is animals that think from the lower body; the other is animals that think from the upper body, but only think about the lower body matter.

Rong Qiannian felt that the upper face might be the latter, and naturally, there was no lack of the former, there were many on the first floor.

"Young Master Shangrong is indeed a perfect word."

Is this a compliment to Shang Rong, or recognition of the beauty?It should be the latter.

The storyteller shook his fan: "Naturally. There is a saying in the annals of Jianghu: If you talk about the affairs of the world, you must know them!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of enthusiastic applause, Rong Qiannian picked out her ears and shook her head: Hey, a group of brainless fans who were bewitched by Shangrong.Looking up, he saw Shisan's obsessed face.Yep, here's another one.

"Speaking of Mr. Shang Rong, he is truly a strange person in the world. At the age of 13, he played the Three Kingdoms Fufeng to set the world. At the age of 14, the official worshiped the young prime minister of Yuluo. At the age of 15, he broke through the five gates of the Tianshu Tower with one move." Said the white-faced scholar. When you are excited, your face turns red, which is called an exciting one.

(End of this chapter)