The woman took Chu Yue'an into the Tibetan incense building and went to the second floor.

Naturally, as soon as Chu Yue'an entered the Tibetan Incense Building, it attracted the side eyes of many people, she turned a blind eye, and asked as she walked: "Eldest sister, what do you call it?" ”

"The slave's surname is Bao, and his name is Chrysanthemum."

"Bao Juhuaer?" Chu Yue'an almost squirted out a mouthful of saliva.

"Is the slave's name that funny?"

"No, it's a good name!"

A few people stopped in front of a private room on the second floor, and there was a burst of melodious music in the private room.

Bao Juhua hesitated for a moment and said: "Feng Ling is inside, but this young lady, I still have to remind you that your master is not only noble, but also his temper is not good at all, if you really want to rob him of people, you have to weigh it yourself." ”

"I see, thanks." Chu Yue'an said lightly, "You go and entertain your guests first, don't worry about me." ”

Chu Qingbai kept following Chu Yue'an's buttocks, and said uneasily: "Second sister, either forget it?" ”

"The money has also been spent, and the people have arrived, so you tell me to forget it at this time?" Chu Yue'an laughed lightly, "Don't worry, just leave it to me." ”

Knock.

After a while, a man dressed in black, with a sturdy figure and a cold face opened the door, glanced at Chu Yue'an coldly, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"I'm looking for someone." Chu Yue'an said lightly, her intuition told her that the man in front of her stretched out his hand very well, "Feng Ling is inside?" To be able to lend her to me for a moment, I just asked her a few words. ”

"I can't." The man coldly refused, and then closed the door.

Chu Yue'an was taken aback, and a wave of anger surged in his heart.

In this world, you give me face, I give you face, and everyone can at least get by. I give you face, but if you don't give me face, then what face will I continue to mix in the future?

She kicked the door open, and the music inside suddenly stopped, and a woman's screams were heard.

Chu Yue walked in slowly and glanced at the people in the room.

There was a man sitting by the window, about twenty years old, and he was very good-looking.

His eyebrows are thick and dark and heroic, his long slanted eyes are slightly narrowed, his eyes seem to hide a sea of stars, a high nose, thin lips, and a knife-like face.

His hair was very dark, with a few strands hanging down, unlike other men, who were meticulously coiled on his head, a little more lazy and casual.

The whole person looks like a figure made out of a painting.

Chu Yuean felt that if in the 21st century, with his appearance and temperament, he would have the capital to make his debut as a top-notch person.

The fly in the ointment is that his face is pale, as if he has been hollowed out, how to say, there is a feeling of "emptiness".

On his left and right sides, there were gorgeous women snuggling, both of them wearing only cool belly pockets, their eyes full of love, lust and obsession, they should be confused by his skin.

In front of him, there was a woman with a pipa, her eyes wide open at the moment, and her expression was full of surprise.

At this moment, Chu Yue'an felt that someone was attacking her, her eyes narrowed slightly, it was the man in black who had just opened the door.

"Stop."

A deep and mellow voice came, and the man in black quickly stopped his attack and flashed to the side.

Obviously, it was the young man by the window who gave the order, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his thin lips hooked slightly, revealing two points of evil.

"Something?"

Chu Yue'an glanced at him, quickly moved his gaze to the woman holding the pipa, and asked, "Are you Feng Ling?" ”

The woman was obviously frightened, hugged the pipa tighter, and nodded nervously: "I am, do you have something to do with me?" ”

"There's something I want you to help clarify." Chu Yue'an said lightly, "Six days ago, there was a dispute in this Tibetan Incense Building because of you, do you remember him?" ”

Chu Yuean pointed to Chu Qingbai behind him.

Feng Ling recognized him and smiled gratefully at him: "The slave family remembers that it was Young Master Chu who relieved the siege of the slave family that day. ”

"He helped you out, but unfortunately he was in trouble himself." Chu Yue'an smiled faintly, "Obviously, the rumor is that the Seventh Young Master of Ninghou Mansion is jealous of others for you, and he does not hesitate to instruct his subordinates to hurt the other party." ”

"This is simply not true!" Feng Ling stood up and said angrily, "This young lady, how do you want me to clarify?" ”

"That surnamed Xu sued my brother for injuring him, and I will also go to the yamen to accuse him of false accusations, and I hope that Miss Fengling can come to help testify at that time." Chu Yuean said.

"Don't worry, I will definitely testify for Gongzi Chu."

"Bang Bang!"

A few clapping sounds came, Chu Yue'an looked sideways, picked up the wine jug on the table, poured two glasses of wine, and said, "I'm sorry, I did have something to do with Miss Fengling, and I disturbed Gongzi's Yaxing." That's good, I salute this son, and I apologize to you! ”

The man's heroic eyebrows rose slightly, his face was smiling, and his eyes were looking at him: "What if I don't accept your apology?" ”

"And what do you want?" Chu Yue'an asked.

"Ninghou Mansion ......" the man savored these three words and asked with a smile, "Which lady of Ninghou Mansion are you?" ”

"Chu Yue'an."

"Second Miss Chu Yue'an?" The man frowned, "How did I hear that this second young lady is crazy?" ”

"Do you think I'm like a madman? Seeing is believing, hearing is false. Chu Yue'an said lightly, "You should know this truth, right?" ”

"Interesting, I'll visit you another day." The man said, "Since the second miss sincerely apologizes to me, then I will give the second miss this face." ”

He pushed away the women on both sides and got down from the soft couch, his clothes loosely worn on his body, and his chest disappeared from time to time.

Chu Yue'an looked at his steps a little frivolous, and looked down on him a little in his heart, presumably because he was too depleted on the female color, and he hurt his vitality and blinded his face. When he was young, he didn't know how to control himself, and he practiced his own body, but he couldn't complain about others.

The man picked up another glass of wine on the table and drank it down.

Chu Yue'an drank the contents of the cup and said lightly: "There is something to do, I will say goodbye first, and then I will meet." ”

Out of the private room, the popping chrysanthemum was still waiting downstairs, and seeing her coming down unscathed, she took a few steps forward and asked curiously, "What if the master didn't take you?" ”

"What can he do with me?"

Bao Juhua gave Chu Yue'an a newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers, and asked unwillingly: "Do you know the identity of that master?" ”

"Can it still be the emperor?" Chu Yue'an chuckled.

"Phew, why did the girl start talking nonsense?" Bao Juhua paused and said, "He, he is the king of Chu, Yuwen Jinghuai, the saint's own nephew." ”

"Yuwen Jinghuai, King of Chu?" Chu Yue'an's eyes narrowed, but it was indeed a big Buddha.