The ghost-faced man's behavior three times and twice, she didn't know it, but now...... There is also Pei Yuange present, is he crazy?

The flames burning behind those eyes were endless, with dark magic.

He looked condescendingly at the little woman in front of him, her expression was cold, her cheeks were still a little red from what had just happened, and her lips were even more red and dripping blood.

At this time, she has the appearance of a normal girl.

Slender cold fingers touched his lips, and he said coldly: "There was a mosquito on your lips just now." ”

Heard by a Thousand People: ......

Eldest brother!

If you talk about the reason, you have to say whether it is reliable or not!

Don't treat everyone else like a three-year-old!

A sneer appeared on her face, and she touched her red and swollen lips: "What about mosquitoes?" ”

The ghost-faced man said lightly: "Eat." He walked calmly into the room.

Pei Yuange, who was in the back, suddenly realized, and looked full of admiration and admiration for the ghost-faced man: "Hey, you have a very good look!" Mind having time to teach me? ”

I was even more speechless when I heard a thousand people. She deeply doubted Master Pei's aesthetics.

This method to pick up a woman, if he wasn't Pei Yuange, he would definitely be beaten so much that his own mother couldn't recognize him!

The ghost-faced man sat lazily at the table, took out another scroll from below, and continued to read it lazily, as if he hadn't heard Pei Yuange's words at all, and let Master Pei saddle up like a pug.

Thinking of the slight frown on her as she went upstairs, his eyes changed.

Since it is his prey, he must be clear about his identity, and he can't mess with flowers and grass.

He has a serious cleanliness habit and needs his prey to be 100% clean.

And yes, it's clean both physically and mentally.

Wen Qian knows that it will not do him any good if he continues to talk about it. Don't bother to waste time on this. Thinking of the case, she suddenly had a thought.

"If we start with He Wenqiu's body, what should we check first?"

Pei Yuange turned back ignorantly: "What are you checking?" ”

Listening to her description just now, now that the person is still gone, what can I find?

Wen Ren smiled and said, "Let's go to the He family first." ”

The He family is a standard poor scholar's family, and He Yizhi can usually teach to earn some expenses, and it seems that he can barely support this family. And in He Wenqiu's house, there are piles of books.

Wen Ren glanced casually at his desk.

I found that the other books were relatively new, and one of the stacks of books in the middle had been yellowed.

She reached out and pulled out the book, flipping through it casually, the smile on her face even worse.

Putting his hand in his arms, he patted Pei Yuange's shoulder: "It's time for you to get out of the horse." ”

Pei Yuange didn't see the content of the book, and pointed to himself: "Me? ”

"Hmm." Wen Ren Qianjue suddenly nodded very seriously, and said to the ghost-faced man over there: "Hey, do you mind going out to drink flower wine together?" ”

The ruffian on his face: "I think you need a woman~"

Ghostface either wants a woman, or she's a psychopath, otherwise why would she always do something to her. Wen Ren Qianjue had a small calculation in his heart, well, he can not only handle the case, but also solve this neurotic matter, how perfect.

She didn't see the grimace's lips with a cold smile.

He just likes to see this little prey struggling with a lot of planning, and then ...... He easily crushed her again.

On one of the most famous flower streets in Beijing, a young man who gently shook a golden fan was dressed in an azure satin shirt, his eyebrows were flying, and his lips were full of ruffian smiles.

It's a thousand people.

She took the time to change into a man's clothes, and she looked quite good in them.

The ghost-faced man didn't change anything, but the low-key and luxurious clothes still couldn't escape the eyes of those Qinglou women who were used to seeing the scene. What's more, the chin that is only exposed is already stunning.

After a few steps, several girls had already come up to pull him.

"Oh, little brother, why are you still wearing a mask? The slave family thinks it's so mysterious. ”

"This boy is coming over to play, I'll have a lot of things. Sure...... Let the son be comfortable. The woman seductively stuck out her tongue and rolled it around her lips.

Those colorful sleeves stretched out, but they didn't touch the man's body at all!

His footsteps remain the same, but somehow they just make those women out of reach.

On the other hand, Pei Yuange on the other side is much more down-to-earth, his handsome face is a gold-lettered signboard walking on Flower Street, not to mention that he is romantic, and he still throws flattering eyes at the Qinglou woman who pulls them from time to time when he walks in this kind of place.

At the end, in front of a rather magnificent Qinglou, Pei Yuange stopped: "This is it." ”

Wen Ren read out a few big words posted on the lantern: "Visit the Smoke Pavilion? ”

The building of the Smoke Pavilion is splendid, dotted with small decorations everywhere, the eaves are eight treasures of Jinling, and the curtains are light and veiled, which looks dreamy and luxurious.

The man's ** hole couldn't be more appropriate.

"Hmm." Pei Yuange's peach blossom eyes were already smiling: "The proprietress here knows everything." But ......"

He looked at the small golden fan in Wen Renqianjue's hand: "Aren't you afraid that the emperor will know, you took the golden fan to this kind of place?" ”

This woman is too bold.

"Afraid of what?" Wen Ren raised his eyebrows: "The fan is used to fan the wind." ”

As he was talking, a woman who had just passed the age of Shaohua walked out of it with her waist twisted, and when she saw Pei Yuange, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Who should I be?" It turned out to be an old acquaintance who forgot his way back. ”

Pei Yuange laughed warmly: "Yan Niang, I brought a friend today." ”

Yan Niang's eyes are like silk, and her lips are like cinnabar, you can see that she must have been very beautiful back then, but now Shaohua has gone a little, and her youth is not there. She looked at the two of them, her gaze moving from the little golden fan to the ghost-faced man.

His eyes were stunned.

No dignitaries and nobles in the Yan Pavilion have ever come, and even the prince has quietly patronized.

But in front of him, the ...... wearing a mask

In every aspect, it is incomparable to those people.

In the end, Yan Niang smiled at Pei Yuange with meaning: "Young Master Pei has brought someone amazing here today." With a twist of her waist, she parted the girls who were soliciting customers: "Follow me." ”

The inside of the Smoke Pavilion is also full of dreams and prosperity.

Singing and dancing are dazzling.

On the third floor, in front of the door of the deepest room, Yan Niang slowly opened the door: "If you don't dislike it, you can go in and talk." ”

Green smoke rose from the room, and the incense was elegant.

Compared to the outside, it is like two worlds.

A potted bamboo, a few bushes of peony, things are elegant and clean.

Wen Ren Qianjie sat down and praised sincerely: "Yan Niang has good taste." ”

Yan Niang lazily picked up the teapot and teacup, poured water and gave them respectively: "Hey, where is the girl, the slave family is just old, and they are too lazy to get those little girls' things." ”

When the teacup fell in front of the ghost-faced man, Yan Niang smiled sincerely: "Of course, the tea here is not worthy of your drink, but Yan Niang has nothing else, so it is a courtesy." ”

The ghost-faced man let out a faint "hmm" and lazily supported his chin with one hand.

Wen Ren stared at each other and smiled clearly: "What am I showing my feet?" ”

She walks without any femininity, and her breasts are well tied. How can this woman see her true identity at a glance.

Yan Niang sat down and smiled: "People like me have seen the difference between men and women all year round, and the girl is doing very well, but I have my own intuition." It's just the ability to eat. I just don't know what the girl is here to ask. ”

"I came to ask Yan Niang about someone, He Wenqiu, does Yan Niang know?" Wen Ren picked up the teacup and took a sip gently.

Yan Niang got up and walked to the door, where there was a small golden bell, and she tugged at it.

After a while, a young girl stood at the door waiting for an order, Yan Niang walked two steps over, and came back and said, "People are in this flower street, and the slave family will ask someone to take you there." ”

"Thank you." Hearing the resignation of a thousand people.

From beginning to end, the tea in the delicate teacup, the ghost-faced man never touched a mouthful.

No matter where he is, the temperament he exudes is a real aristocratic temperament!

As long as he doesn't want to, no one can get close.

Wen Renqian glanced at the tea on the table when he was leaving, and for the first time began to have doubts in his heart, who is this person?

Glamorous interior ......

"Xiangxiang, do you know how I lied to that stupid girl?" He Wenqiu hugged the young girl in his arms and smiled proudly: "I only gave her a love poem, and she was fascinated by me, I'll read it to you." ”

He cleared his throat, shook his head and said, "I don't know about spring sleep, and I smell birds everywhere." The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. ”

The Qinglou woman named Xiangxiang was a little disgusted, and stayed away from him a little: "Gongzi He, isn't it good for you to lie to her like this?" ”

"What's so bad?" He Wenqiu hugged Xiangxiang over and coaxed anxiously: "How can she compare with you?" Come, let my brother take a sip. ”

Bang!

The door was kicked open, Wen Ren walked to the table, sat down lazily, and folded the golden fan: "Go on." ”

He Wenqiu immediately pulled up the quilt, covered himself, and roared angrily: "Who are you!" Dare to break into this child's room? ”

The ghost-faced man walked in calmly, his dark clothes were very low-key, but he had a natural sense of deterrence. He didn't have to speak, he had already overwhelmed all beings. He doesn't have to take off his mask, and a woman's heart has nowhere to escape.

It's a terrible deterrent that keeps people open.

He Wenqiu instantly closed his mouth.

"You dare to call yourself my son?" Wen Ren Qianjue seemed to have heard some big joke, and pointed at Pei Yuange: "His kind is called Gongzi." You...... It's just a poor ghost who is barely illiterate. ”

Pei Yuange blinked his peach blossom eyes at the right time, and he was romantic.

Xiangxiang immediately turned crimson, pulled on her coat, and walked to the table. looks like he wants to talk but can't interject.

He Wenqiu was even more angry, this group of people was simply here to stir up the situation!

"Hmph." He snorted scoldly with a sour voice: "It's just that I'm just rich, is it comparable to a reader like me who can compose poetry?" ”

"The poem you just read was not written by yourself at all, it was Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn". Wen Ren felt that he was at a lower price when he said it from his mouth, can he play some high-end ones?

He Wenqiu's face changed greatly, and he stammered: "Don't talk nonsense! ”

Wen Ren Qianjue nodded: "Okay, this son will give you a chance to compose another poem." ”

He gritted his teeth, his eyes rolled, and finally said: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

Wen Ren had seen enough of the jokes, clapped his hands and stood up: "You really don't know how to play high-end." Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts" was taken out to fill the number. ”

Seeing Xiangxiang's disgusted look, He Wenqiu shouted angrily: "Who are you!" ”

Wen Ren Qianjue approached step by step and leaned over: "How much do you know about Xiaohui?" ”

He Wenqiu's face turned pale suddenly, regardless of the fact that he was only wearing obscene pants, he lifted the quilt and suddenly ran towards the door!

When I ran to the door, a white light flashed!

A chopstick is firmly inserted into the wooden door frame!

If he had run a little faster just now, it would have been his head that had been penetrated!

The ghost-faced man said coldly: "Next time, it's your head." ”