The old bustard's complexion changed, and Zhao Tan immediately became angry: "Where did you come from, you dare to call the son of this world by his name!" ”

"In front of everyone's eyes, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the master and I took the hairpin, you said that the master cheated, why did the master cheat?"

Zhao Tanzong snorted coldly: "Tell me, he didn't take the hairpin downstairs together, and used a long whip, isn't it a fraud?!" ”

Zhao Tanzong questioned the old bustard, the old bustard sighed in his heart, and glanced at Yan Yujiao, but Yan Yujiao was still silent.

"Count, naturally." The old bustard said stubbornly.

Nanqiang crossed his hands: "Even if the master cheats, what's wrong with the master?!" You Zuixianglou didn't say that you can't cheat, you only said that whoever won the hairpin will go to Wuyun with the little lady Yujiao tonight to spend the Spring Festival together. ”

The old bustard was speechless, looked at Zhao Tanzong, and then looked at Nanqiang, and the old bustard finally whispered in Nanqiang's ear: "He is the son of the world, and he can't be offended!" You have offended him, do you want a future in the future? ”

Nanqiang looked at the old bustard funny: "Future? The future of the master is not worried about him, and the master now just wants to enter the hibiscus tent with the little lady to warm up. The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and you pay for the delayed hours? ”

Nanqiang paused and looked at the old bustard: "Or do you deliberately favor Zhao Tanzong, this bastard, and bully the master, I have no power and power." Look at the hundreds of people below, celebrities and nobles, scholars and scholars, and businessmen, if you are partial and ignore today's rules, will you still be able to do the business of Zuixianglou in the future? ”

Nanqiang hugged the fragrant and soft beauty and provoked Yan Yujiao's chin.

The old bustard smiled and smiled extremely contemptuously: "Childe, what is this, the rule is that the dead are alive, and I advise the son that there is no need to put his own good future into it for the sake of a momentary pleasure." ”

"Powerful and rich, I haven't understood these four words thoroughly, and I am in vain." Zhao Tan said sharply.

Nanqiang raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Tanzong with disdain: "Just you, a dignified son, you can't even grab a hairpin, I think this powerful and rich is nothing more than that, and you still have the face to preach to me." ”

Zhao Tan's indulgent face turned red, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to rush up, looking at the short sword in Nanqiang's hand, he retracted again.

"Shizi, since this son has won the hairpin, according to the rules, he is Yujiao's wishful husband tonight. The prince of the world has pity on Yujiao, if the prince is free tomorrow, Yujiao is willing to personally stroke the qin for the prince and punish herself with three cups to apologize. ”

Yan Yujiao's voice was as soft as a spring breeze blowing red flowers and green willows, like a warbler singing.

Zhao Tanzong flicked his sleeves: "Which family are you?!" ”

Nanqiang hugged the beauty and didn't look back: "What does it matter to you, master?" ”

When the master is done, he will naturally go to you to settle the accounts with this little rabbit cub, and Nanqiang is in a very comfortable mood.

Zhao Tan stood in place, his face was blue with anger, and the old bustard on the side whispered: "The prince of the world is angry, didn't the little lady Yujiao say that she would invite the prince to drink together tomorrow." As for the rude villain, when he comes out of the Zuixiang Building, it's not that the prince can repair it as much as he wants, and he can still turn the other around. ”

Zhao Tanzong was slightly relieved at this time, looking at Nan Qiang's swaggering figure, his brows furrowed, and his fists clenched.

Nanqiang entered the room, the room was lit with a faint water agarwood, and a few dark purple flowers were inserted on the porcelain on the coffee table in front of the window.

The tent is gorgeous, the lights are shaking, the wine is fragrant, Yan Yujiao took off her outer veil, her arms and neck were snow-white, and the two rounds and bulges on her chest were thin and squinted into a line.

The waist is inlaid with jadeite patterns, and the small waist is full of hand.

The blonde hairpin on the green silk shines in the candlelight, the face is delicate, and the red lips are lightly opened.

Nanqiang pinched Yan Yujiao's chin: "It's really a national color and a fragrance, and she looks like a fairy." ”

"Childe praised it." Yan Yujiao lowered her head and poured a glass of wine for Nanqiang.

"A famous man like you, this countless talented people fall in love, if I have that talent, I will be happy to make you laugh with an impromptu poem for you."

The national color is fragrant, and the appearance of a fairy is also a rhyme.

Yan Yujiao waited for Nanqiang to feel ashamed, and waited for a while, but Nanqiang only drank a glass of wine.

"Childe is an outsider, right? I guess I just arrived in Kyoto. ”

Yan Yujiao looked at Nanqiang, she was still very presumptuous outside the door just now, but she was reserved as soon as she entered the house.

"It's not long since I came to Kyoto, and I don't plan to stay in Kyoto for a long time, otherwise how dare I offend the prince."

Nanqiang said everything Yan Yujiao thought in her heart.

Yan Yujiao listened to Nan Qiang's straightforward words, only thinking that Nan Qiang was a straight man, and to put it mildly, he was a reckless master.

Yan Yujiao's eyes gradually dimmed, and in the end, she didn't even say a word, Nanqiang drank wine, and she poured wine.

After a long time, Yan Yujiao said: "It's late at night, and the slave family is waiting for the son to rest." ”

Yan Yujiao felt that tonight was really boring, how could she meet such a wooden lump.

Nanqiang also felt bored, just now she took the hairpin, and the stinky Taoist priest didn't even look at it.

After she left, she still talked and laughed with the girls.

"With your appearance, there should be many people who covet and love you, so you don't plan to get married, you have been staying in Zuixianglou, and when you are old and decrepit, I am afraid that life will not be so good."

Nanqiang took half a pot of wine, lay on the soft couch, and crossed Erlang's legs.

Nanqiang was not a mockery, looking at Yan Yujiao's delicate face, he just mentioned it lightly.

What Yan Yujiao hated the most was that the man put on a pitiful and sympathetic look in front of her, which was more dazzling than disdain, which made people do evil.

Nanqiang touched Yan Yujiao's wine glass, and Yan Yujiao came back to her senses.

Yan Yujiao looked at Nan Qiang's face as usual, and smiled helplessly, he wanted to hear about his lover's prostitution, she said that.

Horizontally, this is nothing new, anyway, it is not new in her heart.

"The slave family is a native of Xuzhou City, when he was eight years old, he came to Kyoto with his parents, and his parents died in less than a year.

If you are good, is it really a good person? When you meet a merciless person, where can life be better. ”

Nanqiang poured a sip of wine and swallowed his stomach: "As a woman, it's really not easy. Even if you cast a boy, even if you are lonely, you can still live with your hands and feet. ”

Yan Yujiao smiled: "Isn't the son just cast a good fetus and cast into a man's body." ”

Nanqiang snorted: "Even if I am a daughter, I will not live such a." ”

Nanqiang paused: "Maybe it's fate." ”

Nanqiang thought of the little woman in the hospital, and many things in the world are inadvocable.

Nanqiang shook her calf, fortunately she had a good life and was born in the right place.

There is a sister guarding and a sister watching, even if you poke a big basket, at most eat a few boards that don't itch or hurt.

Yan Yujiao listened to the order, smiled bitterly a few times, and the brightness in her eyes gradually dimmed.

"Childe, it's late at night."

Nanqiang turned sideways: "What, do you want to serve the master to sleep?" ”

Yan Yujiao's face turned blushing: "Didn't the son say that the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, and the slave family is delayed, so I can't afford to pay for it." ”

Nanqiang watched Yan Yujiao take off her belt, revealing her belly pocket.