This so-called 'flower room' is not the one that Mao Qing is used to, but the best upper room in Langchun Garden.

The big bed made of gold and jade, the light gauze curtain is decorated with flowers, and even a casual lamp stand is inlaid with a huge eastern pearl.

She even began to think about whether to wait for the news to find out, touch two things casually, and abscond at night?

Shaking his head, it's still important to get down to business.

"Childe, please take a seat!" he folded his hands at his side and curtsied.

Fang Jinyu sat down quietly, idly turning the golden and jade blending wrench on his fingers.

After gossiping about the weather and the scene during the flowering period, Mao Qing began to inquire about the information: "Childe is a knowledgeable person at first glance, I wonder if you have ever heard of such a grotesque saying that mortal objects can make immortal things?"

Fang Jinyu stopped the movement in his hand and raised his eyes to look at Mao Qing: "Heh~ As long as it is a unique place to absorb the aura of all things, don't say that it is a thing of the immortal family, even if it is to ascend to the upper realm, it is noncommittal." ”

Mao Qing's heart was overjoyed, this Fang Jinyu actually directly studied this aspect? So, he continued to ask: "Does that son know where there is immortal bamboo or pig iron that can be used by immortals?"

"You're just a dancing girl, what are you doing asking about these?" Fang Jinyu's tone was light, but he could still sense a trace of oppression.

Mao Qing thought that even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it, so she continued to answer perfunctorily: "The little girl is lonely and unheard, and she prefers to study these strange things, and I thought that with the qualifications of the son, I would know a thing or two. I don't want you to know it. So, stop talking about it, forgive me for being abrupt!"

"I know some, and there is still a piece of pig iron in my house. Fang Jinyu's face became faster than turning a book, and suddenly his questioning demeanor became calm again.

"Really?" Mao Qing frowned with joy, not caring how fickle this noble son was.

"That pig iron non-immortal can't touch it, otherwise it will disappear. Will you believe me when I say that?" Fang Jinyu asked, his sharp eyes staring at him all the time.

"Believe, of course believe!" Hao Qing was even more sure that this Fang Jinyu was not lying in vain.

Her eyes rolled and she covered her mouth lightly and said, "Can you give it to me?" Oh, no, it's for me to take a closer look. ”

"Since Miss Qinglian is so interested, after the good day tonight, you can go back to the house with me! Don't talk about watching it, you just take it away, what's the matter?" Fang Jinyu smiled, looking at Mao Qing very seriously, without even blinking his eyes.

Mao Qing pursed her lips and smiled, she saw that she had achieved her goal, so she poured a glass of wine with medicinal powder into Fang Jinyu's green jade cup.

"Come, there are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, you and I will drink a glass first. Mao Qing raised his glass and said.

Fang Jinyu didn't move, he stared at the wine glass, his eyebrows jumped, and he looked at it cautiously for a long time.

Mao Qing was so nervous that his palms were covered with sweat, after all, this was the first time he had done such a 'moral' thing.

Just when she thought she was going to be seen through, this Fang Jinyu slowly raised the cup to her lips and drank it very elegantly.

"Fang Gongzi is really refreshing!" Mao Qing's heart finally let go, and he also covered his mouth and drank the wine in his cup.

Just when she thought that everything was done, she just waited for Fang Jinyu to fall asleep.

"Who told you that I believed in it?" asked the golden-robed handsome boy with a smile.

"Isn't it...?" Suddenly he felt confused in front of him, and his blood was churning.

She held her forehead with one hand, struggled to open her eyes, and her voice trembled: "This wine..."

"You made this wine, I just changed it by illusion. Why, don't you really like this taste?" The golden-robed boy's smile deepened, and the purple pupils seemed to hide the secret of the eternal abyss.

"You... What the hell are you ?..." his teeth chattered a little, and he didn't want this purple jade to be so ruthless.

"Western Abyss Demon Venerable --..."

His head was in chaos. The last few words seemed to beat in my heart, but I couldn't hear them clearly or remember them clearly.

Xiyuan Demon Venerable, no matter how you hear this name, it's not a good person! Now I know that this time I planted a ruthless one, and my life is almost gone, thinking like this, I fell into a muddy place with deep thought...

At the end of the song, people scattered, leaving a place of residual flowers and agarwood on the stage.

Mo Yi and Ziyu packed up their instruments and walked off the stage, but were stopped by someone dressed as a scholar with clear eyebrows.

The scholar said with a full smile: "My son-in-law wants to talk to the flute, but I don't know if I can move." ”

"Who is your son-in-law?" Mo Yi was a little surprised.

The scholar smiled and didn't answer, but pointed to the red-clothed man standing far away under a clump of verdant indoor cypresses.

Mo Yi squinted his eyes and looked over, and sure enough, he still didn't know him.

"We are just a little musician in the Spring Garden, and we can't meet the living people when we have nothing to do. Mo Yi and his words refused.

I didn't want to think that the man in red had already walked slowly at this time, and stood in front of him with a pleasant face.

"I've already said it on the silver lady's side, I'm just appreciating your musical attainments at the flute, and I hope to talk about it. The food and drinks have been prepared, so please don't dismiss my kindness. The man in red saluted, his eyes very sincere.

Mo Yi saw that he couldn't refuse, so he went to see Ziyu's attitude.

Ziyu still looked like she didn't care about herself, and raised her hand lightly, suggesting that it would not hurt for him to go once.

Mo Yi nodded, thinking that maybe he could find out something from this mysterious person.

The boy in red opened another 'flower room'. They only prepared food and drinks, but did not summon the prostitutes or dancing girls who served them.

It's really strange that two men are in the same room in the green building.

Mo Yi felt that the atmosphere was delicate, whether it was food or water and wine, he didn't move at all.

"Tell me about the musician?" asked the man in red.

"Don't dare. The father named Moyi. ”

"The ink of the classics, the elegant gentleman. Sure enough, the man is as his name suggests!" the man in red praised.

Mo Yi waved his hand cowardly, and then stopped talking.

Seeing that the empty small bowl in front of him was being eaten by the man in red, which was as high as a hill, he suddenly felt a little sweaty on his back.

"Thank you for your kindness, I am overjoyed to receive this appreciation today. It's just that it's getting late, if there's nothing else to do, let's talk about it next time!" Mo Yi dragged away the stool after speaking, got up and prepared to leave.

Who knew that the man in red grabbed his hand, the cups on the table collided, the wine flowed on the ground, and the fragrance of wine diffused all over the house.

"The night is long, don't you want to stay with me for a while?" The voice of the man in red suddenly became unusually soft, and the words in it were even more shocking to Mo Yi's heart, and the thin sweat on his back immediately became cold to the bones, and he couldn't help but shiver all over his body, his feet were weak, and he sat back on the stool with his buttocks.

"Everyone says that I am tricky, and I have never seen a 'famous flower' in this hundred flowers banquet every year. It's just that the laity will understand my preferences, and where will they understand what I have deliberately come here to hide. Speaking of this, the hand that was not as delicate as a man covered Mo Yi's face, his eyes were on fire, and his cheeks and lips were bright red, "What I like is obviously like you... Talent and appearance are suitable... Man..."

Mo Yi's mind was like a bolt from the blue: he actually encountered a broken sleeve, a living broken sleeve!!

"It's... I won't laugh at you... However, I'm not the same kind as you..."Mo Yi really didn't think that he could say this.

"Isn't this preference changeable? My Jinyu is not a person who is obsessed with small sections, and when the time comes, as long as you like it, you just want to marry another two-room wife, and I can also plan for you. The smile on the lips of the man in red was even brighter.

"Wait, you say it again!" Mo Yi was stunned and spoke in a trance.

"When the time comes, as long as you like it, you just want to marry another two-room wife, and I can plan it for you. The man in red repeated with joy.

"No, it's the previous sentence..."His eyes fell on the huge jade ring of gold and jade on his neck, and his heart was a little restless.

"Our Jinyu..."

"Are you Fang Jinyu?" Mo Yi interrupted him, feeling that the turn of events was too sudden.

"Have you heard of my name? I am Fang Jinyu, the owner of the 'Grand Slam Casino' in this town. The man in red laughed.

So, who's in the house?

The golden-robed son, with unknown wealth and inexplicable momentum, if he was not Fang Jinyu, he must also be a hidden person.

Thinking of this, Mo Yi's forehead kept jumping, so he ignored the chatter of the gold and jade, and brushed his sleeves away.

found Ziyu and carefully talked about what happened just now, but it just covered up Fang Jinyu's quirks.

Who knew that this Ziyu, who had always been calm, was condensed after hearing this, and his eyebrows were tightly locked.

Mo Yiton felt ominous, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"If I had to say it, today's flowers seem to be thanking too quickly. Ziyu looked at the falling flowers outside the window and replied.

"What do you mean?" Mo Yi was a little confused.

"Let's go!" Ziyu suddenly shouted and walked towards the flowers on the second floor.

Regardless of the people who were obstructed, Ziyu, who was amazingly powerful, kicked open the room of Mao Qing and the golden-robed boy.

I saw that the window was half open, the breeze blew the embroidered gold-rimmed bed curtain, the wine glass was poured into the corner of the table, and the flowers fell to the ground, where could I still see half a figure!

Mo Yi asked, "Who is that person, and why haven't you and Mao Qing found out his details?"

"That's only because his cultivation is far above me and Mao Qing, he must not be a mortal!" Ziyu frowned and analyzed.

He continued as he looked around: "I was careless, this flower and plant was originally weak, and it was the most vulnerable to turbidity, so it was infringed and quickly withered. ”

"Who's coming? Can you know?"

"There's always some clue for me to look into. ”

Ziyu walked to the wine table and looked at it for a while, saying, "There is something wrong with this table. The person who robbed the Qing Qing seems to have deliberately left a secret message!" So he picked up the wine jug and threw it on the table, and two plum blossom marks appeared when they met the water, one on the table and the other in the cup, almost identical.

"Bang~" The wine jug fell to the ground because it was not pinched, and Ziyu's face was a little pale. His expression was sluggish: "How can this be..."