It's not that she didn't know about the ghost-faced man's repeated actions, but now that Pei Yuange was present, was he crazy?
The burning fire behind those eyes, with dark magic power, is endless.
He stared condescendingly at the little woman in front of him.
She had a cold expression, her cheeks were still a little red from what happened just now, and her lips were even red and bleeding.
At this time, she looked like a normal girl.
Slender, cold fingers touched his lips, and he said coldly: "There was a mosquito on your lips just now."
It is well known: Big brother When you give a reason, you should also make it reliable, okay?
Don't treat others like three-year-olds.
A sneer appeared on Wenren Qianjue's face, and she touched her red and swollen lips: "Where are the mosquitoes?"
The ghost-faced man said calmly: "Eat."
He walked into the room calmly.
Pei Yuange, who was behind him, had a look of realization on his face, and looked at the ghost-faced man with admiration and admiration: "Hey, hey, you have a good way.
Do you mind teaching me some time?"
Wenren Qianjue was even more speechless.
She deeply doubted Master Pei's sense of aesthetics.
If he was not Pei Yuange, he would be beaten to the point where even his own mother would not be able to recognize him if he used this method to strike up a conversation with a woman.
The ghost-faced man sat lazily at the table, pulled out another book from underneath, and continued to read lazily, as if he didn't hear Pei Yuange's words at all, letting the young master Pei wander around like a pug.
Remembering her frown when she went upstairs, the situation in his eyes changed.
Since you are his prey, you must be clear about your identity, and you cannot play around with women.
He has a severe mysophobia and needs his prey to be 100% clean.
And yes, both physically and mentally.
Wenren Qianjue knew that it would not do him any good if he continued to talk like this.
I'm too lazy to waste time on this.
Thinking of the case, she suddenly had an idea.
"If we start with He Wenqiu, what should we check first?"
Pei Yuange turned around in confusion: "What are you checking?"
Listening to her narration just now, people have disappeared now.
What can be found?
Wenren Qianjue smiled ghostly: "Let's go to the He family first."
The He family is a standard family of poor scholars.
He Yizhi can usually teach to earn some expenses, and it seems that he can barely support the family.
And He Wenqiu's room was filled with books.
Wenren Qianjue glanced at his table casually.
I found that the other books were relatively new, and among the pile of books, one in the middle was already yellowing.
She reached out, took out the book, and flipped through it casually, the smile on her face getting even bigger.
Putting the hand in his arms, Wenren Qianjue patted Pei Yuange on the shoulder: "It's time for you to take action."
Pei Yuange didn't see the content in the book and pointed to himself: "I" "Yes."
Wenren Qianjue suddenly nodded seriously and said nonchalantly to the ghost-faced man over there, "Hey, would you mind going out for a drink together?"
With a ruffian look on his face: "I think you need a woman" The ghost-faced man either wants a woman or is insane, otherwise why would he always do something to her?
Wenren Qianjue made a small calculation in her mind, well, it would be perfect to be able to handle the case and solve this crazy thing at the same time.
She didn't see the extremely cold smile on the ghost-faced man's lips.
He just likes to see this little prey struggling and planning, and then he can be easily crushed by her.
On the most famous flower street in the capital, a young man was wearing a sky-blue satin shirt and swinging a golden fan.
His eyebrows were flying, and there was a full-on smile on his lips.
He wore a light robe and was elegant and elegant.
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It's exactly what people know.
She took the time to change into men's clothes, and they actually looked quite good in them.
The ghost-faced man didn't change anything, but his low-key and luxurious clothes still couldn't escape the eyes of the brothel girls who were used to the scene.
What's more, the exposed chin alone is already stunning.
After taking a few steps, several girls had already come up to pull him.
"Hey, little brother, why are you still wearing a mask?
I think it's so mysterious."
"This young master is here to play.
I know a lot of things.
I will definitely make him feel comfortable."
The woman stuck out her tongue seductively and swirled it around her lips.
Those colorful sleeves stretched out, but they didn't touch this person's body at all.
His steps remained unchanged, but for some reason, he was just out of reach of those women.
On the other hand, Pei Yuange on the other side is much more down-to-earth.
His handsome face is just like the gold-lettered signboard walking on the Flower Street.
Not to mention that he is a romantic person.
When walking in such a place, he will often flirt with the brothel girl who is holding them.
Eye.
At the end, in front of a quite impressive brothel, Pei Yuange stopped: "This is it."
Wenren Qianjue read out the big characters on the lantern: "Visit Yan Pavilion" The building of Fangyan Pavilion is splendid and splendid, dotted with small decorations everywhere, with eight precious golden lings on the eaves and curtains filled with gauze, making it look dreamy and luxurious.
A man's ecstasy couldn't be more appropriate.
"Yeah."
Pei Yuange's peach blossom eyes were already smiling: "The boss lady here knows everything.
But"
He looked at the small golden fan in Wenren Qianjue's hand: "Aren't you afraid that the emperor will know that you brought the golden fan to a place like this?"
This woman is too bold.
"What are you afraid of?"
Wenren Qianjue raised an eyebrow: "A fan is used to fan the wind."
Just as he was talking, a woman who had just passed her prime came out of the house with her waist twisted.
When she saw Pei Yuange, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Who I thought was here turned out to be an old regular customer who forgot his way back."
Pei Yuange smiled warmly: "Ms.
Yan, I brought my friends here today."
Yan Niang has charming eyes like silk and lips like cinnabar.
It can be seen that she must have been very beautiful back then, but now her youth has gone away and she is no longer young.
She looked at the two of them, and her eyes moved from the little golden fan to the ghost-faced man.
His eyes were stunned.
No dignitaries have ever been to Visit Yan Pavilion, and even princes have quietly visited.
But the one wearing the mask in front of me No matter what it is, it is incomparable to those people.
Finally, Yan Niang smiled meaningfully at Pei Yuange and said, "Young Master Pei has brought some great people here today."
With a twist of her waist, she separated from the girls who were soliciting guests: "Follow me."
The inside of Fangyan Pavilion is also dreamy and prosperous.
The singing and dancing of silk and bamboo are all dazzling.
After going up to the third floor, in front of the door of the deepest room, Yan Niang slowly opened the door: "If you don't mind, please go in and talk."
Green smoke curled up in the room, and the incense was light and elegant.
Compared with the outside, here is like two worlds.
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There are potted bamboos and several clusters of peonies, everything is elegant and clean.
Wenren Qianjue sat down calmly and praised sincerely: "Yan Niang has good taste."
Yan Niang lazily picked up the teapot and cups, poured water and gave them to each of them: "Hey, where are the girls?
I'm just old and too lazy to get those little girl's things."
When the tea cup fell in front of the ghost-faced man, Yan Niang smiled sincerely: "Of course the tea here is not worthy of your drink, but Yan Niang doesn't have anything else, so it's just a courtesy to show it."
The ghost-faced man let out a faint "Huh" and lazily supported his chin with one hand.
Wenren Qianjue stared and smiled with understanding: "How did I show my weakness?"
There was nothing feminine about her walk, and her breasts were tightly tied.
How could this woman see her true identity at a glance?
Yan Niang sat down and smiled: "I am a person who has always seen the difference between men and women.
The girl did a good job, but I have my own intuition.
It's just a matter of making a living.
I just don't know that the girl is here. , what do you want to ask?"
"I came here to ask Yan Niang about someone, He Wenqiu, does Yan Niang know?"
Wenren Qianjue picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Yan Niang got up and walked to the door.
There was a small golden bell there, and she tugged on it.
After a while, a young girl stood at the door waiting for orders.
Yan Niang walked over for two steps and came back and said: "I am in this flower street.
I will ask someone to take you there."
"Thank you."
Wenren Qianjue said goodbye.
From beginning to end, the ghost-faced man never touched the tea in the exquisite tea cup.
No matter where he is, the temperament he exudes is a true aristocratic temperament.
As long as he doesn't want to, no one can get close.
When Wenren Qianjue left, he glanced at the tea on the table, and for the first time he began to have doubts in his heart, who was this person?
Gorgeous interior "Xiangxiang, do you know how I deceived that stupid girl?"
He Wenqiu hugged the young girl in his arms and smiled so proudly: "I only gave her a love poem, and she was fascinated by me.
I'll read it to you."
He cleared his throat, shook his head and said, "I don't know the dawn when I sleep in spring.
I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night, I know how many flowers have fallen."
The brothel girl named Xiangxiang was a little disgusted and stayed away from him: "Mr.
He, isn't it good for you to lie to her like this?"
"What's wrong?"
He Wenqiu hugged Xiangxiang and coaxed anxiously: "How can she compare with you?
Come on, let me take a sip." bang The door was kicked open.
Wenren Qianjue walked to the table, sat down lazily, and folded the golden fan: "Continue."
He Wenqiu immediately pulled up the quilt to cover himself, and roared: "Who dare to break into my room?"
The ghost-faced man walked in calmly, his black clothes were very low-key, but he had a natural intimidation.
He didn't even need to speak a word to captivate all living beings.
He doesn't need to take off the mask, and the woman's heart has nowhere to escape.
That kind of terrifying intimidation makes people unable to open their mouths.
He Wenqiu shut his mouth instantly.
"How dare you call yourself Young Master?"
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Wenren Qianjue pointed at Pei Yuange as if he had heard some big joke: "Only people like him are called Young Master.
You are just a poor guy who is barely illiterate."
Pei Yuange blinked his peach blossom eyes in a timely manner, showing off his romantic charm.
Xiangxiang immediately blushed, pulled up her coat, and walked to the table.
He looked like he wanted to talk but couldn't interrupt.
He Wenqiu was even more angry.
These people were just here to disrupt the situation.
"Hmph."
He snorted with a sour tone: "It's just that I have money.
How can I compare to a scholar like me who can write poems?"
"The poem you just read was not written by me at all.
It was Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn."
Wenren Qianjue felt that the price of his words had dropped from his mouth.
Could he play something high-end?
He Wenqiu's expression changed drastically and he stammered: "Don't talk nonsense."
Wenren Qianjue nodded: "Okay, I will give you a chance to write another poem."
He gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes, and finally said: "There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground.
Look up at the moon, lower your head and miss your hometown."
Wenren Qianjue had enough of the jokes, clapped his hands and stood up: "You really don't know how to play high-end games.
You even used Li Bai's Jingye Thoughts to make up for it.", Seeing Xiangxiang's disgusted look, He Wenqiu shouted angrily: "Who the hell are you?"
Wenren Qianjue stepped closer and leaned forward: "How much do you know about Xiaohui?"
He Wenqiu suddenly turned pale.
Regardless of the fact that he was only wearing underpants, he opened the quilt and suddenly ran towards the door.
As he ran to the door, a flash of white light flashed A chopstick was firmly inserted into the wooden door frame If he had run a little faster just now, his head would have been penetrated The ghost-faced man said coldly: "Next time, it will be your head
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