"......" Ling Shang stared at the childish Ye Mushen with an expressionless face, and stopped talking.

Some embarrassing and blushing images suddenly flashed in Ye Mushen's mind.

He stammered, "Ahem...... I got drunk last night and ...... What have you done? ”

"......" Ling Shang's face instantly became gloomy, "It's nothing. ”

Ye Mushen shook his head, his memory still blurred.

Ye Mushen's face became more and more red.

Ling Shang took out a white handkerchief from his arms and tore it three or two times to tear the long strip of cloth. "Reach out."

"Huh?" Ye Mushen was puzzled.

Ling Shang directly grabbed his low-bleeding hand and pressed it on an unknown acupuncture point on his arm to stop his bleeding.

His robe was redder than the blood on the palm of Ye Mushen's hand, and his hand was whiter than the white handkerchief.

Ye Mushen looked at Ling Shang's demeanor of bandaging himself, and his mind went blank.

It's the Buddha's mind, and it doesn't work at this time.

It's terrible, is he also a person who will be bewitched by beauty?

No, no, no, it can't be.

Everything is an illusion.

It's all to blame for Ling Shang drugging him, which has caused him to be drunk and hazy so far.

When Ye Mushen came back to his senses, Ling Shang had long since disappeared.

Slight pain in the palm.

Ye Mushen hesitated again and again, and came to a Qin Mansion frequented by Zhou Yinchen.

He hesitated, and finally stepped into it in confusion.

The scene in front of him was a little chaotic, and Ye Mushen's scalp was numb.

Still, he stubbornly found a remote corner to sit down.

He drank a very mediocre tea and secretly observed the people around him.

Most of the men in the Qin Mansion have clear eyebrows and delicate bodies.

Some of them sit on the laps of the guests and feed the grapes, while others pour mouth-to-mouth wine in front of the table......

Although the scene is very spicy, there is no wave in Ye Mushen's heart.

Bored.

He threw down a silver ingot, gripped Ling Shang's bandage tightly on his hand, and got up to leave.

A warm voice called behind him, "Yo, Night Hall Master, why are you here to leave?" ”

Ye Mushen stopped and looked back at the good-looking man, with goosebumps on his body.

"You know me?"

"In Luoyang City, who doesn't know the Night Hall Master? However, a year ago in Ciyun Temple, I did have a relationship with the Lord of the Night Hall......" The man lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, and said word by word, "My name is Ling Shuang, Ling Shuang of Ao Xue Ling Shuang,"

"Ling Shuang?" Ye Mushen muttered his name, "Your surname is Ling?" ”

"Ling Shuang is my name, my real name is ......"

When Ye Mushen heard that this was not his real name, he immediately frowned impatiently and waved his hand, "Ye is not interested in your real name." ”

Ling Shuang wanted to say something, but Ye Mushen didn't look back, and strode out of the Qin Tower.

It's really bad.

His night admiration is the life of the lonely wave.

The best destination is naturally to spend all your money, spend your days in wine, wander the rivers and lakes, and grow old in the wilderness.

It's just that before that, he still has some things to do.

Back in Xiaoao Hall, Song Xiaomin, the secretary of Dali Temple, has been waiting for a long time.

But I didn't see the second prince Ye Mutao.

Night Mushen intuition, the person who comes is not good.

He detached and restrained invited Song Xiaomin into the study.

After a few polite words, Song Xiaomin got straight to the point, "Fifth Highness, I don't go around the bush, I just want to ask one thing - where did the Fuxi hexagram you handed over to the Second Highness come from?" ”

Ye Mushen hated that others called him that, and he couldn't help but purse his lips.

Of course, he wouldn't be stupid enough to follow Ling Shang into the Qintian Prison Mansion that had been sealed by Dali Temple.

He calmly looked at Song Xiaomin, "Pick it up." ”

"Where did you pick it up?"

Ye Mu ginseng did not change his color, "I forgot." ”

"Fifth Highness, I am only here to handle the case, and I have no doubt about your intentions, and I ask for your cooperation. Otherwise......" Song Xiaomin was a little displeased.

His demeanor was neither humble nor arrogant, and his tone became more and more sonorous, "Otherwise—I'm going to ask you to go to the Criminal Trial Division to think about it." ”