"So, Lao Ba doesn't need to wear women's clothes?" Su Qingran turned her eyes to look at Jun Qingchen, who was wearing pink.

"So that's what it means."

Jun Qingchen looked at the two people in front of him and angrily pulled open his belt, "I hate you!"

However, he was still happy without having to wear women's clothing to sell himself in the flower building!

"We have already alerted the enemy. What should we do now?" Su Qingran frowned.

They were originally coming to Luzhou and wanted to secretly investigate Zui Qingcheng's incident, but who knew that Jun Qingye would get the news so soon.

"Knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger." Jun Qinghan opened his thin lips lightly.

Jun Qingchen was surprised, "Fourth Brother, are you going to Zui Qingcheng yourself?"

After he said that, Youyou looked at Su Qingran, "Are you not afraid that your fourth sister-in-law will be angry?"

"I won't go, you go." Jun Qinghan spoke lightly.

"Me?" Jun Qingchen pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Yes." Jun Qinghan nodded.

...

Drunk and fascinating.

The night is hazy and the lights are brightly lit.

During the day, the most prosperous place in Luzhou is Yuqian Street, and at night, Zuiqingcheng is the most lively place.

There are fine wine and beautiful women here.

Singing and dancing, the fragrance curtain flutters, like a fairyland on earth, but it is the most famous gold-selling cave in Luzhou.

"Uncle, come in and have a look..."

"Master, please..."

Several thin-dressed women kept waving their handkerchiefs in the cold wind to attract customers.

I don’t know if these girls are too attractive to the eye, or if they are drunk and famous enough, and there are endless customers.

Although it is cold outside, it is warm and comfortable in Zuiqingcheng.

As soon as I entered, a warm breeze wrapped around people, and with it was a rich but not gorgeous, gorgeous but not vulgar fragrance of rouge.

"Ahem..."

Hearing a light cough, someone looked at the entrance, and soon there was a surprise, "The iron mask that man was wearing looked so familiar."

"I also think it looks familiar, it seems that someone has worn it..."

"That's the mask worn by the Dali Temple Minister Murong Xiaohou. Could this person be..."

While the people in the lobby were talking, a woman with a charming charm twisted her slightly bloated waist and walked over, "Your guest, can you ask?"

"What, can't you recognize this marquis?"

"Oh, I didn't expect that he was the famous young Marquis Murong, who was so famous all over the world..." The madam waved her handkerchief, and her eyes were surprised, and she carefully tentatively, "I wonder if the young Marquis came to us Zuiqingcheng to investigate the case, or... have fun?"

"What do you think?"

The madam understood instantly and couldn't stop smiling, "Little Marquis, please come in. All of our drunk girls are as beautiful as flowers. We will definitely serve you well."

"Call you courtesans."

"Okay, okay, Yu Niang, let's ask Miss Xueying to come and accompany you. Please ask on the second floor."

Seeing Yu Niang leave, he stopped her, "Remember to prepare a table of good wine and food."

"Don't worry, little marquis, Yu Niang will do it."

...

Second floor.

Yu Niang hurried into the fragrant pavilion of the courtesan Xueying, with a serious expression, "Xueying, Xiao Marquis Murong is here!"

"Is Murong Che coming?" The woman frowned and surprised flashed through her eyes.

"Yes, now he's on the second floor, and he even asked you to accompany you."

"So he is here for fun?" Xue Yingqiu's eyes were dark and the tears at the ends of her eyes were charming.

Yu Niang nodded, "I think he came to Zui Qingcheng tonight to let us relax our guards, and secondly, we are here to inquire about the news in person."

"I'll call Xueyang."

Yu Niang nodded, "Since he is here now, we must ensure that everything is foolproof."

"I understand." Xueying also walked towards the Xiang Pavilion next door with a serious face.

"Knock, knock..." Knock, knock, knock..." She pushed the door and pushed it in, looked at the woman sitting in front of the dressing table, and called out softly, "Xueyang."

"Sister, why are you here?" The woman called Xueyang was placing her eyebrows and rubbing her rouge.

"You don't have to go tonight, he's here!"

"Who is here?" Xueyang was surprised, his hands trembled, and his eyebrows suddenly turned aside.

"Murong Che." Xueying said as she approached, "Are you ready?"

"It's going to be done soon." Xueyang spoke while re-titling his thrush.

When she turned around again, Xueying's eyes suddenly lit up.

Her sister has never liked to apply makeup since she was a child, and she didn't expect that she would be so amazing after dressing up.

The charming exudes a sense of freshness, which is exactly what can attract men's hearts the most.

"Sister, what do you think?"

"Not bad." Xueying nodded, very satisfied, "Go quickly, don't let him wait in a hurry."

Xueyang was hesitant, "Sister, I...I'm a little nervous."

Xueying smiled gently, "You girl have always been fearless. When you promised this, you were also confident. I thought you didn't care at all, but I didn't expect you to be afraid."

"After all...it's the first time after all, so there's no one who doesn't feel nervous." Xueyang pouted.

"Don't be afraid, it's nothing. We are all for the master. Go quickly." Xueying comforted her softly.

In the incense pavilion.

Jun Qingchen smelled the shallow incense, drank the Huadiao, and ate the delicious food. He had already forgotten the fact that he had ordered the courtesan.

"Knock and knock..."

He heard the knock on the door, frowned and put down his chopsticks, "Who?"

"Little Marquis, didn't you let me come here?"

Hearing the woman's soft voice, Jun Qingchen remembered, wiped his mouth, got up and opened the door.

Looking at the woman wearing a gauze skirt outside the door, he gently closed his eyes, "Are you the courtesan Xueying?"

"Yes, it's the slave."

"Then come in."

Xueyang entered the room and closed the door, "Little Marquis, are you tired? I will help you rest?"

Jun Qingchen calmly glanced at the dishes on the table, frowned, and fell on her cheeks with a thick layer of rouge. "You go and wipe your face, it's thicker than the city wall, I don't like it."

"Little Marquis, this..." Xue Yang's mouth twitched, she had painted it for a whole hour!

"Go quickly."

"Yes." Xueyang rolled his eyes calmly, and walked towards the dressing table inside.

After pulling the person away, Jun Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, sat down again, and swept away the meal on the table.

After two glasses of wine, Jun Qingchen suddenly felt a little light and heavy, with a light head and feet.

As soon as Xue Yang wiped off the thick rouge on his face, he found that there was a figure behind him.

At this time, Jun Qingchen felt that there was constant heat surging in his body, bursts of fire, making him feel uncomfortable.

He kept pulling his clothes on his body, and even his mask was thrown away by him.

Looking at the clear-eyed face, Xueyang was slightly stunned. Could it be that Murong Che was wearing a mask all year round because his face was ruined, but because he was too beautiful?

However, looking at this face, she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. How much aphrodisiac has this man drunk? His face turned red like a monkey's butt!
Chapter completed!