Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 248 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (15)

After the bustard finished speaking, he gave those young men some color, and everyone withdrew.

Bei Er's ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly, he stood up and walked to the window, looking at the main hall of the Jiaofang Division through the red curtain.

The red curtain hung high in the air, and there were many women and men in a pool where they were having fun and having fun.

The staircase in the center winds upwards, and even a couple of men and women took off their clothes and kissed me on this staircase.

There are men laughing and shouting happily everywhere, women's clothes are loosely worn on their bodies, and their eyes are full of desire, wandering around for a while.

After sweeping around, Beier sat back on the chair. This Jiaofangsi is the most popular brothel under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites, but in her opinion, this scene of Yingying Yanyan being drunk and enamored is more suitable for collecting various information. After receiving the teacup from Lingxing, her bright red lips approached the teacup and took a sip.

Looking at the young lady dancing below, Bei'er said in a playful tone: "Lingyue, you must check the details of the Jiaofang Secretary carefully. Your Highness is very interested in this place~"

After all, the place where Sikong Zhao can come will definitely not be as simple as it appears on the surface, just an 'entertainment' place.

"Yes, master." Ling Yue replied respectfully.

Bei'er rested his chin in boredom, twirled one hand on the rim of the cup unconsciously, and asked the two people standing behind him indifferently: "Lingxing, Lingyue, what do you think of Jiaofangsi and these young men? ?”

Lingxing's big eyes were flickering. She took a step forward and filled the emerald green wine glass in front of Bei'er with the best bamboo leaf green. She replied in a soft and cute voice, "Have you forgotten, Your Highness? Lingxing is only 12 years old this year. , I haven't gotten the hang of love yet, but sister Lingyue is already fifteen this year, and according to our Dayun tradition, we can already make a marriage arrangement."

"Lingyue only wants to protect the master, and has no intention of marrying a husband." Lingyue held the sword in his hand and folded his hands in front of him, and said in a cold and hoarse voice.

Bei'er's eyes glanced at Lingyue, and her ice-blue eyes carefully observed her appearance.

Lingyue was wearing a black dress at the moment, with long black hair tied up high with a red ribbon, under the thin willow eyebrows was a pair of indifferent black pupils, deep in the pupils were ruthless With a cold, straight nose, crimson lips, the faint fragrance of gardenia exudes from her body, and a red sword mark between her eyebrows adds a bit of bloodthirsty, making her icy temperament reveal a touch of coquettishness.

"Lingyue's looks are quite one in ten thousand. Although you are His Highness's secret guard, you can't delay your lifelong event. In the future, if you have a man you like, My Highness will preside over the wedding for you."

"Master, please don't make fun of your subordinates."

Bei'er rested her chin, looked at her every book, and really felt a little boring. In the future, she must find a passionate husband, and see if she can still be so indifferent.

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After the bustard exited Bei'er's room, he twisted his slender waist gracefully and went up to the third floor of Jiaofangsi.

Standing still in a room with the words 'Qingyi Pavilion' on the door, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he gently knocked on the door with his hand.

"Come in." A magnetic and cold voice came.

Bustard exhaled slightly at the door, with a somewhat hesitant look in his eyes, and then pushed open the hollowed-out carved door in front of him.

The long and narrow eyes slightly lifted up to look straight ahead, and there was a curtain of mountains and rivers embroidered with gold and silver thread hanging on the white wall. It is estimated that this embroiderer could not find a few horses in the palace. Wan Jinsha is not available.

From time to time, there was a burst of red sandalwood, and there was a piece of cloud brocade beside the exquisite hollowed-out Duobao Pavilion bed. A man was wearing a white brocade robe with cloud patterns, and his long black hair spread like a cloud. When he opened, he lay on the couch slightly sideways with his slender hands on his pillow.

When I looked at the man's face, I realized that he was wearing a half silver mask. I could only see the perfect side face outlined by the tall and straight bridge of the nose. Squeeze together tightly.

Seen from a distance or up close, there is a kind of cold and secluded charm that oozes from the bones, and it is so good that it is in the world and does not eat fireworks.

Tsinghua bearing, elegant demeanor.It makes people dare not stare at it, if it is said that the beauty of the country is not enough to win the world.

On both sides of the brocade couch, there were still two stunning men standing, but compared to him, they were somewhat dull.

"What's the matter?" The man wearing a half mask on the couch, tapped his white fingertips lightly on his legs, his brows and eyes were slightly frowned, his thin lips were slightly parted, and he asked in a voice as cold as ice.

Only then did Bustard come back to his senses, hurriedly lowered his head quickly, feeling extremely anxious, how could he forget that his master doesn't like people looking directly at him.

The last person who was not polite to look directly at his master was already chopped up and fed to the dogs.

He bowed and said to the people on the couch: "Master, the Empress Dowager is here, and she wants Yan Yi to accompany her."

Hearing the bustard's reply, the man wearing a half mask on the couch paused for a moment with his fingertips, then the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he looked at the man standing beside him in an emerald green long gown with the placket open revealing a seductive aura , "Since she wants to see you, follow the rules. This time I will come up with the question."

Hearing his words, the man in the emerald green gown immediately knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, "Master, Yan Yi doesn't want to."

Yan Yi knew that the master had a strong possessive desire for his possessions. Although the crown princess hadn't married the master yet, but if she dared to contact her, she probably really didn't have to live.

"What are you afraid of? She can't eat you up." The masked man looked at Yan Yi who was kneeling on the ground, his brows slightly raised.

"Master, Yan Yi hates her, she threw master into it..." Yan Yi said with hatred in his voice.

"Forget it, bring a pen." The man on the couch ordered lightly.

Another man in a purple brocade robe hurried to the desk, brought the paper, ink, brush and inkstone in front of the man, and said sweetly: "Master, please use it."

The man's slightly thin hand picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, wrote two words on the paper, and then said to the bustard father: "Give it to her, and let her write a seven-character poem according to this title."

The bustard stepped forward to take the tray from the man in purple. When he saw the two words on the paper, his narrow eyes leaked a little bit of surprise, but he quickly hid it and bowed out of the room.

When he left, the man in purple walked up to the brocade couch, lightly thumped the masked man's shoulder, and asked in a sweet voice: "Master, why did you ask such a question?"

"Probably, I just want an answer."

At this time, there was a knock on the door of Bei'er's box.

"Enter."

At this time, the bustard came in with a tray, and said in a somewhat arrogant tone: "Guest officer, this is a question from Yan Yi, as long as you can make a poem that satisfies him, he will come." see you..."

Lingxing picked up the paper on the tray and handed it to Bei Er, "His Royal Highness, take a look."

Beier's icy blue eyes saw the two words on the paper, they were slightly cold, and looked at Bustard with a stern expression, "Are you sure this is Yan Yi's question?"

(End of this chapter)