Opening Six Maids

"left already?"

Chuci did not expect that Di Gongming had already gone to the Xianwang Mansion to attend the banquet.

"How long has he gone?"

Chu Ci asked the shopkeeper and said.

"Just left." The shopkeeper quickly replied, "It's less than a quarter of an hour."

Chuci's eyes are bright, but there is still time.

"Ruxue, go!"

Chuci greeted Leng Ruxue and turned to leave Wangyue Tower.

The next second, a shout made Chu Ci stop.

"The son!"

Hearing the sound of Chu Ci turned and looked.

Yan Ruoyu wears a plain dress, which outlines seductive and charming lines.

"The son~"

Yan Ruoyu leaned on the railing on the second floor, looking at Chu Ci with a bitter expression.

Chu Ci's eyebrows trembled, and he secretly said in his heart that this woman definitely has a problem, why did she stick to herself?

"Mrs. Yan, what's the matter?"

A polite smile appeared on Chu Ci's face.

Yan Ruoyu changed his posture, propped his arms on the railing of the second floor, and looked at Chu Ci closely with E.

"Why is the son so divided?"

"Could it be that the concubine can't see the son if there is nothing wrong with him?"

Chu Ci sighed lightly and said, "Of course not."

"But I do have something right now, Madam has something to say."

Yan Ruoyu pursed the corners of her lips, her eyes drifting and charmingly looking towards Chuci.

"The son has not returned for two days."

"Does the prince also have to learn from Emperor Yu to control the waters and pass the house three times without entering?"

Chuci is speechless, what are these far-fetched metaphors?

"Madam, it was King Xian who invited me to a banquet at the mansion. I am planning to go there."

Yan Ruoyu stood up straight after hearing the words, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"That's just right."

"I wonder if the mother and daughter can go with the son?"

Chuci was startled.

"this···"

"I'm afraid it's not good?"

Chuci was already tactfully rejecting it, but it's a pity that Yan Ruoyu didn't seem to hear it.

"Nothing bad."

Yan Ruoyu's eyes fell on Chu Ci, and said with a smile, "You can say that the concubine and the mother and daughter are the son's family members!"

Fearing that Chuci would refuse, Yan Ruoyu hurriedly said, "That's it, my concubine goes to call Honglian."

After speaking, Yan Ruoyu turned and left.

Chuci, "I..."

As soon as Chu Ci's hand was about to lift up, Yan Ruoyu had already walked far away.

Gee!

This woman definitely has a problem, right?

"Hey!" Chu Ci sighed and said, looking at Leng Ruxue who was standing by, "Shall we wait for them?"

The red lips under Leng Ruxue's mask were slightly raised, and he nodded and said, "Listen to the master."

After just a few breaths, Yan Ruoyu ran down the stairs with his red-faced hands.

"call···"

"My son, my concubine is here!"

Yan Ruoyu stood in front of Chuci, his chest rising and falling, and a layer of fragrant sweat bursting out of his smooth forehead.

Chu Ci lifted his arm subconsciously, trying to wipe off the sweat from Yan Ruoyu's forehead, but stopped midway.

"Ahem!"

Chu Ci coughed slightly and said, "Since it's here, let's go."

"Uh, wipe the sweat from your forehead."

"Yes, son~"

Chuci and Leng Ruxue walked in front.

Yan Ruoyu followed behind and laughed silently.

The location of Xianwang Mansion is in the center of Shizi Street.

When Chuci came to the corner of Cross Street, they happened to ran into a drunk Taoist who came oncoming.

"belch!"

The drunk Taoist hiccups with a wine jug in his hand.

"Boy Chu!"

When the drunk Taoist saw Chuci, his drunken eyes lit up.

"You are the one who drags the family, are you here to go shopping?"

Chu Ci glanced at the drunk Taoist, "Go to the banquet!"

The drunk Taoist turned his eyes and asked, "Can I go to the poor Tao?"

"Ha ha!"

Chuci laughed, "Will the Taoist chief go to the banquet of the palace?"

The drunk Taoist stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's fine."

"There is no good feast for a feast, and the poor will not go!"

The drunk Taoist flicked his cuffs, and a strong drunken breath suddenly penetrated into Chuci's nostrils.

Chu Ci raised his eyebrows and asked, "Master, how much wine did you drink?"

The drunk Taoist smiled, thief said, "Three barrels, not many, not many!"

Chu Ci looked at the drunk Taoist up and down, "The store didn't leave you to wash the dishes. It seems that the Taoist has a lot of private money?"

The drunk Taoist patted his stomach, burped and said, "How can the poor Tao have any private money."

Chu Ci asked curiously, "How did that Taoist come out?"

The drunk Taoist smiled triumphantly and said, "Poverty Tao repays you!"

Chu Ci, "···"

Chu Ci silently rolled up his cuffs.

Don't stop me, what you say today must make this bull's nose have a long memory!

"Don't do it!"

The drunk Taoist shrank and rushed back far away.

"Ahem!"

"A gentleman speaks but doesn't move his hands."

The drunk Taoist laughed and said, "Pan Tao is joking, how could it be possible to report to your kid."

Chu Ci lowered his cuffs, with a smile on his face.

"Don't see you, Master."

"It doesn't matter if I report it to me, but it's just a few taels of wine!"

"It's all small money, it's sprinkling water for me!"

Drunk Taoist, "···"

If you didn't roll up your cuffs just now, you might believe it.