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Chapter 47
Wanxianlou is a well-known restaurant in Xizhou City. The outside of the building is grand, and the inside of the building is elegant. In the past, there were a lot of people. Today, there are distinguished guests visiting, but the place is reserved.
When Qi Hanchuan lifted the curtain and got off the carriage, he saw Yang Zhizhou and a group of people behind him standing at the door, and the smile on his face was just right when he saw him.
Yang Zhizhou is a somewhat chubby middle-aged man without a beard. When he saw Qi Hanchuan, he hurriedly stepped forward: "My lord is well."
"En." Qi Hanchuan walked forward unhurriedly.
"My lord, do you still remember Weichen?" Yang Zhizhou walked beside him, a step behind, and said with a smile, "I offered you a glass of wine on the Longevity Day a year ago."
Qi Hanchuan listened to the chatter all the way, and entered the box, Yang Zhizhou was still talking freely, as if he didn't care about his indifference.
The one who can go to Zhizhou all the way is naturally an old fox.
When Qi Hanchuan sat down, the dishes were served to the dining table. Although they were not better than court dishes, they were still excellent.
In addition to the dishes, three stunning beauties entered the room, and the two most beautiful among them, one on the left and one on the right, sat beside Qi Hanchuan, pouring wine for him with a coquettish smile.
"Is it still to the prince's liking?" Yang Zhizhou asked with a smile as he put his arms around another beauty who walked up to him.
Qi Hanchuan frowned imperceptibly, and 821 in the consciousness reminded cautiously: "Host, people set up people."
"Shang Ke." Qi Hanchuan drank the glass of wine, but he didn't embrace the beauties around him like Yang Zhizhou did. He tapped the red sandalwood table with his fingers and let them look at each other and set dishes for him.
Qi Hanchuan took a bite, and the bright eyes of the young man at noon flashed in front of his eyes, calling for someone to come in and give some instructions in a low voice.
Yang Zhizhou looked at the expression of the Prince Regent opposite, and pondered for a while, should he be satisfied?Then he opened his mouth and asked tentatively: "The reason why the prince went to Jiangnan this time?"
"By order, inspect." Qi Hanchuan said indifferently, avoiding the wine that the beauty fed to his mouth, took the wine glass, seemed to show dissatisfaction, waved his hand, and asked them to go to Yang Zhizhou's side.
Yang Zhizhou secretly speculated, are these two not beautiful enough?Thinking of the handyman brought back by the regent, the corner of Yang Zhizhou's mouth twitched. It should be that this master himself has a bit of a strange taste. I heard that some people like to play with people with disabilities. Maybe this master is such a person?
"I heard that the prince brought a beauty back to the mansion two days ago?" Yang Zhizhou raised a smile and said ambiguously: "Congratulations to the prince for the beauty."
"Speaking of this matter." Qi Hanchuan drank the wine in his glass, his brows did not move, and a little coquettish smile was drawn on the corners of his lips, implying: "This king will bring people back to the capital in a few days.Tell me what to do, if I let them know the life experience of that beauty..."
Yang Zhizhou understood instantly, and said with a smile: "My lord, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter properly."
It seems that the prince really likes that beauty, we can start from this point, maybe he can be promoted to be a Beijing official.Yang Zhizhou's eyes flickered, and he touched his chin.
Qi Hanchuan only moved a few chopsticks. This banquet was just to solve the identity problem this spring, and to reassure Yang Zhizhou by the way. Don't ask someone to go to the mansion every day to inquire about news and invite him to drink.
It was getting late when we left Wanxian Building.
There is no curfew in Xizhou City. What kind of festival should it be in a while? People come and go on the road with smiles on their faces. Various lanterns are used to decorate the lantern market, the fire trees and star bridges, which are brilliant and dazzling.
Qi Hanchuan put down the carriage curtain, thoughtful.
When the lamp market is up, you can travel with him.
Back in the mansion, Shisan found a good craftsman and came to report to him: "My lord, the craftsman said that it can be done in about two days."
"Yeah." Qi Hanchuan stepped into the main courtyard, remembering that some people had brought back some dishes from Wanxianlou to send to Jinchun, and asked, "Did he ask any questions when he ate?" For example, where did he go.
Shisan was stunned for a moment, and realized that it should be Jinchun, knelt down and replied, "Forgive me, my subordinates didn't pay attention."
Qi Hanchuan just asked casually, and asked Shisan to get up. He originally wanted to go to Nanyuan to have a look, but thinking of the faint smell of alcohol and powder on his body, he dismissed the idea and ordered people to go to hot water, take a shower and change clothes.
He opened the door and entered the house, leaving Shi Shi outside.
As soon as he took off his outer robe, Qi Hanchuan keenly noticed that there seemed to be a dark figure moving slightly in the dormitory, and there was a faint and indistinct voice, which was soft and low, accompanied by extremely suppressed panting.
Qi Hanchuan frowned, took off the saber hanging in the hall, and walked into the bedroom step by step.
Inside the bed curtain, Yingying Zhuozhuo's figure seemed to have noticed him, his body was stiff and he did not dare to move.
Qi Hanchuan frowned and opened the bed curtain with his sword. When he saw the person on the bed clearly, he was stunned and his pupils shrank slightly.
The shattered groans/groans of the people in the tent were tightly suppressed between the teeth, a bloodstain was bitten on the rosy and full lips, the constant prayers in the heart stopped, and a pair of eyes filled with water-colored mist looked almost desperately at Qi Hanchuan.
It's this spring.
Lying on the bed, Jinchun's hands were bundled and hung on the head of the bed, her silky long hair was spread all over the bed, the lower half of her face was covered by a black gauze with golden tassels, her exposed eyes were full of moisture andSomewhat blurred, a gorgeous little flower was painted on the end of the reddened eyes, and the beautiful flowers opened and closed in the blink of an eye, making the slender eyes even more charming.
He was only wearing a red misty gauze dress, which reflected the fine stream of light under the moonlight that came in through the window sills. The small red mole on the collarbone was described as a stamen, set off by the surrounding petals, and the beautiful pink under it was faint.Yue Yue, her long overlapping legs are as white as jade, her toes stretched straight.
The whole person is like a delicious sacrifice being sacrificed.
"My lord, don't look, don't..."
Qi Hanchuan had already seen the whole picture clearly, his breathing was stagnant for a moment, and his throat felt a little dry.
His Adam's apple rolled, he closed his eyes, and then cut off the red rope binding Jinchun with a single sword.
When he opened his eyes again, Qi Hanchuan's eyes darkened, and he asked, "Who treated you like this?"
As soon as the red rope was broken, Jinchun's sore hands could finally be withdrawn. He didn't notice the slightly hoarse voice of the person in front of him, full of grievance and panic, as well as the trance and discomfort of being drugged. He opened his mouth a few times,Tears flickered in his eyes, and he pleaded softly intermittently: "My lord, I, I soiled your bed... woo, I..."
The tide is hard to endure in spring. This spring, gritted teeth and tried best to restrain self, but mind was still becoming more and more unconscious, cheeks were flushed, and beautiful phoenix eyes also showed a sense of blur.
Seeing those long legs move, Qi Hanchuan almost curled up his whole body, his whole body was like overcooked shrimp.
Sanity is precarious and seems to be gradually collapsing.
There was a knock on the door: "My lord, the water is ready."
Qi Hanchuan suddenly returned to his senses.
He put down the bed curtain and firmly covered the person in the tent, feeling that it was not enough, turned around and went out of the bedroom and closed the door, and then asked the servants to move the bathtub into the hall, and told them not to enter the room if they heard any movement.
After exhorting, Qi Hanchuan walked back quickly, said "offended", picked up Jinchun, who had lost consciousness without looking sideways, walked quickly into the hall, and put him into the bathtub steadily, hoping that Jinchun couldwake up.
But the water temperature may be just right for those who need to bathe, but for this spring, who is full of love, it is like adding fuel to the fire.
As soon as entered the bathtub, Jinchun was soaked all over, and with a whimper, the tears swirling in eyes suddenly gushed out, and the tears of grievance rolled down like broken beads.
He was crying, perhaps because his sanity was not clear, and he became more courageous. With dim tears in his eyes, he choked up intermittently and said, "My lord, did you do it on purpose? Woo... ok, so uncomfortable."
The voice was not much louder than that of a kitten, it was weak and soft, but the ending was a little unknowingly seductive. Qi Hanchuan was rarely at a loss, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry."
The only reason left this spring has been washed away by the heat, I can't hear his words, my face is flushed/red, my palms are down, and I am grasping in vain, I want to be self-reliant, but I can't do anything because I don't have any strength, so I cry angrily,Tears fell into the tub patter.
The softness in Qi Hanchuan's heart was touched, as if living in a soft and cute little animal, rolling around.
He hesitated, sighed, said something offensive again in a low voice, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, accurately finding the vital point, and moving slowly.
The slack pupils of this spring dilated slightly, and a handsome face appeared in the blurred vision. With closed eyes, thick black eyelashes cast a small shadow, thin lips were lightly pursed, and his expression was solemn and serious, as if he was doing an extremely important event.
He stared blankly, and suddenly his whole body trembled, and a feeling of dying suddenly swept through his whole body.
Jinchun's sanity returned a little bit, and he stared blankly at Qi Hanchuan.
Qi Hanchuan washed his hands in the bathtub, opened his eyes and asked, "Has the effect of the medicine worn off?"
Unexpectedly, this spring's red face instantly turned pale, and she panicked and wanted to come out and kneel down to plead guilty: "My lord, this slave deserves to die."
Qi Hanchuan's face darkened, and he was about to speak, but he saw that Jinchun had just stepped out of the tub, his legs were trembling, and he was about to fall to the ground.
He stepped forward quickly, grabbed the young man's waist, looked at Jinchun, and said in a deep voice: "No one here thinks you are a slave, and I will never let you die."
Jin Chun stared blankly at Qi Hanchuan, his heart trembled suddenly.
The next moment, she was picked up by the man by the waist, and strode into the dormitory with a big stride, her hot palm pressed against the thin gown. She shivered this spring, and her face suddenly turned pale, red, and blue, after several changes.
Qi Hanchuan seemed to be aware of it. After putting down Jinchun on the bed, he took out the quilt from the carved wardrobe and wrapped it around Jinchun who lowered his head.
Jinchun murmured: "My lord, I'd better apologize with death."
Qi Hanchuan: ...
He paused, and said, "There's no need to do that, you've been drugged, and there's a reason for what happened."
This spring is still blaming herself, her voice is as thin as a mosquito: "I defiled the prince, I blasphemed..."
Obviously the effect of the medicine has been cured, but it is a pity that his body, which has been adjusted, is still not satisfied after it is like that.
Qi Hanchuan raised his hand, put his index finger against the warm red lips, paused for a moment, and withdrew his hand.
Twirling his index finger in his sleeve, Qi Hanchuan lowered his eyes, and his tone seemed calm: "I'm also a human being, not some kind of god. I also have emotions and desires, so why talk about blasphemy?"
"Don't say such things again in the future." After Qi Hanchuan finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Jinchun, saw the latter suddenly raised his head, looked at him with unbelievable eyes, and asked after being slightly startled: "What's wrong?"
"My lord, where did you go?"
This spring's voice is difficult, and the hands hidden in the quilt are tightly clenched.
Reason told him not to ask like this, what does the matter of the prince have to do with him, but he just wanted to ask, he was eager to know if it was what he thought, and there seemed to be surging waves of sourness and jealousy in his heart.
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