Probably because Shu Qing was not lightly angry, or Mo Wengu really had nowhere to say that he was suffering in his heart, and he always wanted to find someone to talk to*, and Lin Ziyue in front of him happened to be such a well-behaved person who was willing to listen...... So he really made the gods send into Lin Ziyue's private room, picked up the wine poured by Lin Ziyue, took a sip of it, and the more he drank, the more entangled he became.

After drinking one glass after another, Mo Wengu finally spit out all the grievances in his heart: "Brother Lin, you will definitely not know how fierce that is!" After a few glasses of wine, Prince Mo's title to Lin Ziyue was automatically upgraded.

"Oh?" Lin Ziyue raised her eyebrows, surprised.

"If not, if it weren't for the fact that she did that kind of dirty thing to me when I was drunk and unconscious more than a month ago, how could I marry her!" Mo Wengu clenched his fists in annoyance, his eyes indignant.

"Oh......" Lin Ziyue nodded, looking like 'so it is', and at the end, he asked curiously, "At that time, the prince was already unconscious, how did you know that she did dirty things to you, not ......"

When Mo Wengu heard this, he was unhappy, and his voice became cold: "Does Brother Lin think that I forced her?" What this king admires is Liu Fumian, how can he be interested in a fat man. ”

Lin Ziyue smiled and said yes continuously, while pouring wine into his cup again. After a few more cups, Mo Wengu accused Shu Qing of several more crimes, Fang stretched out his hand to support his head, stood up, and made a gesture to go out of the door.

"Lord Wang, what are you going to do?" Lin Ziyue leaned on the chair, her hair was spread out in a moon-white shirt, and she looked really beautiful.

"This king is back home." Mo Wengu stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, reaching out to open the door.

"Wait." Lin Ziyue hooked her lips and smiled, her voice was low, "Lord Wang, that is entangled with you, it must be because she likes you." ”

Mo Wengu turned around and sighed: "It's just that this king is good looking, that must have coveted the beauty of this king, so she poisoned this king!" Hum! What a dead fat man who is mad, has lost his conscience, and has lost his temperament! ”

Lin Ziyue continued to laugh, her eyes narrowed more and more, and her tone was profound: "So...... Lord, you need to think of some ways to make her die for you. ”

Mo Wengu was stunned for a moment, and reached out to scratch his head: "What you said is indeed reasonable." But disfigurement is not too drastic? Although this king has always regarded his skin as dung, he will not hide it from you, but he is afraid of pain. ”

"Hehehe," Lin Ziyue's folding fan opened and closed, one in one, and the sound of friction crackled in the air, "Why should the prince be disfigured." Since she likes you, you just need to think about it and break her heart...... Over time, she retreated. ”

"Hmm......" Mo Wengu couldn't help but be curious, and walked back to the dining table and sat down, "I want to hear about it." ”

"As far as I know, the most unbearable thing for a woman is that her beloved is too close to another woman." Lin Ziyue stood up and smiled quite brightly, "Lord Wang, would you like to go to a place with me?" ”

"Where?"

"Smoke and Rain Building."

Mo Wen looked at him dumbfounded: "What are you doing in Yanyu Building?" ”

"Hehe, Fireworks and Wine Alley, the most suitable for making a show on the spot, pay some silver taels, and those prostitutes will rush to come, you just need to sit at the table and watch the show." Linzi said.

I have to say that he does have a point. That kind of woman from a place looks at money in everything, and as long as she has money, she is willing to accompany her in everything. Mo Wengu doesn't need to make an oath of the mountain alliance and the sea, nor does he need to promise to stay together for a lifetime, everything is just a deal. - If this thing is done by a serious woman, I am afraid that he will have to bear a peach blossom debt.

This is the reason, but Mo Wengu was going to that kind of place for the first time after all, so he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, and after a long time, he followed Lin Ziyue's side and came to the front of the Yanyu Building.

Yanyu Building is the best of Fireworks Lane.

The so-called best, that is, the top, the most outstanding. Guests and guests are all officials, and they are all local tyrants.

In front of the gate, Mo Wen looked left and right, for fear that someone would know him in the exchanges, otherwise it would be too embarrassing. If the misfortune reaches the ears of the royal brother, I am afraid that I will inevitably be punished.

Compared with Mo Wengu's trembling, Lin Ziyue was much calmer. With a folding fan in his hand, the corners of his lips hooked, and his long hair loosely tied, an unruly prodigal son was generously displayed in front of everyone.

He led him all the way into the beautifully decorated building.

This fashion is a blue sky and white day, the smoke and rain in the building is quite quiet, only three or two girls in cool clothes and heavy makeup on the face and the first grade slightly older leaning in the lobby, playing some obscene words, causing the girls to laugh for a while.

Seeing the regular guest Lin Ziyue enter the door, the half-old immediately greeted him with a smile and greeted the two of them, Fang asked respectfully in a flirtatious tone: "Master, you can count it, the girls really think about you." After finishing speaking, the bright red square handkerchief in his hand covered his lips and smiled tremblingly.

Lin Ziyue also smiled: "My son brought a friend to take a look, you help us arrange a private room, and ask three or two geisha to sing music to help the fun, if you are happy to serve this son, you will be indispensable to your mother's benefits." So saying, he took a silver ingot, from his bosom, and threw it to her.

The old bustard's eyes narrowed into slits, and he hurriedly asked his subordinates to lead Lin Ziyue and Mo Wen into the private room on the second floor, and called a few girls to play music and sing tunes, and prepared four or five side dishes, a pot of turbid wine, which was really chic.

Lin Ziyue leaned in front of the round table and laughed with the girls, Mo Wen Gu Wu had a cold face, lay on the bed next to him and fell asleep, and ordered no one to disturb him.

When I woke up, it was dusk. Mo Wengu rubbed his eyes, got up, and saw Lin Ziyue on the round table hugging left and right, loosely dressed and unorthodox. I frowned unconsciously, but I felt sorry for Lin Ziyue in my heart, if I don't die, I won't die, Brother Lin......

After tidying up the instrument, Mo Wengu opened the private room and was about to go out to have a look, but as soon as he opened a crack, the noise had already spread all over the world, so frightened that his hand shook and closed the door again.

I never expected that there would be so many benefactors in Yanyulou, it is really the world style and people's hearts are not ancient......

Lin Ziyue still hugged left and right, took the wine fed by the young prostitute on the left, and took the grapes peeled by the enchantress on the right, so she was not happy. Seeing Mo Wengu's reaction, he couldn't help but smile, and said lazily: "There are newly budding prostitutes today, and they are more lively than usual. ”

Today's Yanyu Building is indeed three points more lively than usual. It's just that this old bustard released words, saying that he was a new prostitute, and his appearance and temperament were similar to the big beauty Liu Chuimian.

I don't know how many people covet the willow blowing cotton in the whole capital, and now listening to the news released by the Yanyu Building, a cadre of people should be excited, since the genuine Liu Blowing Mian can't get it, then hugging the high imitation is really good, at least you can have a good time.