Chapter 347: You shouldn't have reservations about her
When Song Wen heard this, there was a warm current in his heart, Qi Shao was concerned about his affairs, and he felt that he should not have reservations about Qi Shao.
For example, Fang Cai, he still hesitated to untie his clothes, and he felt guilty for his suspicion of Qishao.
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After Liang Wei left from the Haojie Club, he went directly to Sikong Mansion.
Liu Yi's side changed a few more beautiful little guys.
But these little guys are beautiful and beautiful, but they are still much worse than Song Wen's level.
First of all, Song Wen's innate noble temperament is not comparable to that of ordinary people from the market.
These little guys are by Liu Yi's side, and they are all extremely obedient, and Liu Yi is whatever he says.
Liu Yi only felt bored, and the freshness passed quickly, so he changed a group of newcomers.
In this way, in just a few days, several batches of people have been replaced.
But Rao is like this, Liu Yi is still dissatisfied.
The more you can't get it, the more you want to go to great lengths to get it.
Song Wen is Liu Yi's inevitable victory......
Although he passed the scientific examination, Liu Yi would definitely not let him have a good time in the autumn and spring examinations and the palace examination in the future.
Song Wen thought he had stiff wings? Can you fly out of his palm?
It's a joke, a poor boy with no background, no matter how talented he is, is just a grasshopper shaking a tree. Worry-free Chinese network
I'll let that kid know what price he'll pay!
After Liang Wei saluted, he poured wine for Liu Yi with those little guys.
Liu Yi's face was not good-looking, even impatient, "Haojie will, he went?" β
"Yes." Liu Yi reported truthfully.
However, this new high branch that Song Gongzi climbed may not be sincere to help him. I just heard it with my own ears, they entered the room, and the man in white asked Song Gongzi to take off his clothes......"
Liang Wei didn't finish speaking, and the wine glass was smashed to the ground by Liu Yi.
"Lord Sikong is angry, Song Wen Gongzi will know sooner or later how wrong it is for him to reject you and commit to that white-clothed child......"
Liang Wei said, stretched out his hand and hooked Liu Yi's neck, "Lord Sikong, the villain is different from Song Wen, the villain will never betray the adult, as long as the adult needs it, the villain will definitely saddle the horse before and after, and obey the ......"
Liang Wei didn't finish speaking, and was pressed down by Liu Yi: "Of course you can't compare with him!" But you are cheap enough and knowledgeable enough about current affairs, so this official is willing to give you a chance......"
A few hours later.
Liang Wei was carried to the carriage by several domestic servants.
He lay on his stomach in the carriage and was almost dying.
The scholar's eyes were a little red next to Liang Wei, "Young Master, that Sikong Lord is too cruel, you have a piece of good meat on your body, if you continue to toss like this, you will die......"
"But what else can I do now? I have been banned for three years and cannot participate in the imperial examination, I have no other way out, if I want to be a bad person, I have to be a bad person, I have to be a bad person, why should I be a bad person and set up a good man's archway for myself? Liang Wei closed his eyes, "No matter what means are used, as long as I achieve the goal, it is enough, and the rest is not important." β
"Why don't you tell the master, although the master is not as high as Lord Sikong's official position, if the master knows that you have suffered these grievances, he will seek justice for you, young master......"
The scholar's words were very innocent, and Liang Wei laughed when he heard it, "Why are you so naΓ―ve?" Have you forgotten? How did I get in touch with Liu Yi? If it weren't for my father getting drunk and sending me to Liu Yi's empty mansion, why would I be where I am today? Besides, I am a concubine, when does my father really treat me as his son and cultivate, in his eyes, does it matter whether I am dead or alive? β