Chapter 186: Who is the Merchant of Good Times and Beautiful Scenery (9)

The Mansion is located in the most prosperous area of Luoyang City.

Ye Mushen stopped in front of the Hou Mansion for a long time, and finally came to the housekeeper and asked him to report his visit.

The housekeeper turned around and saw Ling Shang walking out in a Xuan robe.

Ye Mu Shen's handsome little face turned red.

He thought that he had been mentally prepared enough to dare to come to this Hou Mansion, which was now not inferior to Xiao Aotang.

However, he was wrong.

Just by seeing Ling Shang, Ye Mushen was so frightened that it was even difficult to breathe.

It should have been thought of a long time ago, wasn't it?

- In front of the whole person, no matter how well prepared, it is vain.

Ling Shang, who was a marquis, was still dressed in the low-key simplicity of the past, but his aura revealed a grace that even the emperor dwarfed.

The night is full of ginseng, and there are only four words "Fenghua peerless".

For a while, the speculation and uneasiness of the past few days were all left behind by the Tsundere Hall Master.

The Tsundere Hall Master pulled the corners of his mouth, "Ling Shang, ah no, Master Hou - I see that your Yin Hall is black, you must have encountered something unpleasant recently, right?" ”

The most unpleasant thing is to separate from me, right?

This brazen teasing was finally swallowed by the tsundere hall master.

Ling Shang seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Fang Cai only glanced at Ye Mushen in a hurry.

Hearing Ye Mushen's call, Ling Shang stopped.

He carried his hands behind his back, bowed his head slightly, and the wrinkles in the center of his eyebrows were distressing.

He also seemed surprised by the arrival of Ye Mu Ginseng, his voice was slightly hoarse, and his eyes were dark, "Night Hall Master." ”

The unfamiliar title made Ye Mushen come back to his senses.

The carefree days of dust-free living have come to an end completely.

The person in front of him is no longer the Ling Shang he is obsessed with, nor is he a paranoid lover who wants to imprison him.

It's not like taking yourself to Yuquan Mountain, wanting to forget the gloomy past...... Someone you want to spend your life with.

If what the old prime minister said is right......

That Ling Shang is the person who Ye Mushen owes for half his life.

It is also a blood relative of the same origin as the night ginseng.

The face of Ye Mu Shen, who was ruddy and charming a moment ago, turned pale at this moment.

"You...... Are you in a hurry to get out? Ye Mushen stammered and asked.

As soon as the words came out, he wanted to bite his tongue again - the answer was so obvious, wouldn't it be nonsense for him to ask!

"Here you go...... Do what? Ling Shang was well aware of Ye Mushen's change in the blink of an eye, and there was a softness in his disgusted tone.

"I ......"

"If there's nothing important, please go back." Ling Shang is still the iceberg that rejects people for thousands of miles.

"......" Ye Mushen was dumbfounded.

What the hell was going on - Ling Shang's words could make him unable to even say a word?

There is no one in all of Luoyang—no, all in the world—who can speak better than him, does he?

A crow swept over the roof, making an annoying call.

Ling Shang beckoned to the housekeeper, "You take the Night Hall Master to my study, and I will entertain you." ”

He turned to Ye Mushen again, "Wait for me to come back." ”

After saying that, Ling Shang left in a hurry.

Ye Mushen followed the housekeeper to the study.

All the way, he was chewing on the phrase "wait for me to come back"......

The Adam's apple rolled twice hard.

- The Ling Shang who made Ye Mushen feel happy in his dreams, it is impossible for him to come back.

And that day is not afraid of the earth, but I am afraid that there is no Ling Shang's Ye Mu ginseng in his life, and he will not be able to come back.

Ye Mu ginseng drank the tea made by the housekeeper.

It is Ling Shang's favorite Longjing, but it is not the taste of Ling Shang's own hand.

Ye Mushen hated and threw the teacup to the ground.

The delicate white porcelain is shattered all over the place, and the room is full of elegant tea fragrance.