"Twin Flower ......" Lan Wujiang coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes gradually cleared.

Wu Changli touched his chin thoughtfully, the corners of his lips curled, and said slowly, "A few days ago, the Oiran of Rongyin Pavilion bought all the twin flowers of the Scarlet Moon Forest, if you want these twin flowers, it is better to go and meet this Oiran in person." It's just that this Oiran doesn't meet people easily on weekdays, but it just so happens that tonight is the day when the Oiran is introduced, and now there are still two hours before the opening of the Rongyin Pavilion, will you go?"

Lan Wujiang grabbed Wu Changli's sleeve, the wound in his palm was still burning, "Of course I go." ”

Wu Changli looked at her pale fingertips and grabbed her wrist with his backhand, and found that the festering skin and flesh were cold, and took out a bottle of medicinal powder and poured it into Lan Wujiang's palm, and said in disgust, "Can such a serious injury be strong?" Miss Wujiang is really a heroine among women. ”

Lan Wujiang snorted lightly, and the emotions in his eyes were uncertain.

She was hurt more than this once? The scars of the past don't even care about herself.

"What? Do you think Ben Shao is too good to you, so you are so moved that you can't speak? Wu Changli chuckled, his eyebrows and eyes were playful.

"Young Master Wu's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense is getting more and more powerful." Lan Wujiang withdrew his hand and used his spiritual power, just about to step over the chain.

Wu Changli snapped his fingers and blocked Lan Wujiang's way.

A black horse flies from above the chain, and the collar around his neck represents his noble status.

It shook its head and looked down at Lan Wujiang.

Wu Changli turned over and got on his horse, his voice was slightly hoarse, "If you walk, you won't be able to reach Rongyin Hall for three days and three nights." ”

Lan Wujiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was hesitating, but he was grabbed by a big hand, and the whole person was forcibly taken to the horse, and the next moment, Wuchang Li's slender fingers held the reins, his legs struck the horse's belly, and his feet kicked forward, and the cool breeze rose, blowing away the broken hair of the two.

Pegasus gallops.

Behind him, there is a little bit of inspiration, dazzling.

Lan Wujiang's cold back was warmed by Wu Changli's body temperature.

Rongyin Pavilion, located on the west bank of the capital, loves the elegance of the Jiangnan Trail.

The building is very distinctive, the oil-paper flower umbrella is tied in the center one by one, and the ribbon is spread out from the roof, like a blooming daffodil.

At the moment, the light rain is depressed.

The Rongyin Pavilion is not like a fairyland in the painting, and there is little fog.

Lan Wujiang was forcibly pulled by Wu Changli to change into clothes.

The vermilion round-necked robe showed her snow-white skin, her delicate facial features were difficult to distinguish between male and female, and there was a bit of romantic charm on the corners of her eyes.

"How?" Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows, and the jade crown on his head was crossed with a long-handled Dongzhu hairpin, which was full of luxury and delicate.

"Very good, I will give you the pseudonym Wu Cong, and I will say that I am a son of the martial arts." Wu Changli walked around Lan Wujiang twice, and took Lan Wujiang's shoulder.

The two swaggered into the Rongyin Pavilion.

The lights in the Rongyin Hall are brilliant, overcrowded, and the sound of wine glasses colliding is mixed with the staggered fundraising, and the rich and romantic sons gather here, and everyone has a beautiful smile in their hands.

Desire erodes in the air.

The old bustard saw Wu Changli's eyes shining, walking quickly, her every move was charming, the huge peony flower on her forehead was incompatible with the other Jiangnan girls in this Rongyin Pavilion, she had a little bit of color, the hook of the people's hearts trembled, the voice was like a yellow bird out of the valley, a pair of smooth and tender hands overlapped, glamorous.

"Yo, Young Master Wu is here? Is this the first time this boy has come?" The old bustard's eyes wandered between Lan Wujiang and Wu Changli.

Lan Wujiang coughed, and when he saw that Wu Changli was distracted, he hit his elbow back hard.

Wu Changli was in pain, shook the fan, pulled the corners of his lips, reined in his edge, and returned to the image of a gentle son, "It's my own brother, bring him to open his eyes, I heard that Miss Qianyue will appear tonight?"

When the old bustard saw that Wu Changli threw over not a spirit stone but a Xuanjing stone, he immediately smiled, and hurriedly replied, "Haha, there is Young Master Wu tonight, presumably this Rongyin Pavilion must be very lively!" Qingqing, to lead the two sons to the second floor of the sky. ”