So apart from this reason, Rong Qiao couldn't think of any other reason.

Because in her opinion, another possibility of happening, it is like a thunderstorm, * boom, the probability is almost zero. If the cold-faced man Gong Huangjue fell in love with her, so there were so many strange behaviors, she would feel even more incredible.

Although Gong Huangjue told her more than once on weekdays that he liked her words, this kind of remarks were not credible for Rong Qiao, why?

Just because when a man wants to have an intimate relationship with a woman, he will definitely say a few sweet words, even if he makes a vow that the sea is rotten and he will not swear to death, he will definitely promise on the spot.

Therefore, it is better to believe in the man's promise than to believe that the sow can climb a tree, although the probability is very small, but at least there is hope.

As for the man, it is the gorgeous coat blown by the soap bubbles, floating in the air, which is incomparably gorgeous, and once it falls into the cold ground, it immediately regains his original mask, which is a plain and traceless water stain.

Therefore, relatively speaking, to convince Rong Qiao that this man is in love with her, she would rather feel that this man is not satisfied with the reason that it is more convincing to her.

And after her careful reasoning and analysis, she suddenly had the idea of dealing with Gong Huangjue in her heart.

As soon as she thought of that brilliant idea, the angry light in her clear eyes immediately dissipated without a trace.

She clapped her hands and walked towards the Shuxing Pavilion where Gong Huangrui lived with a smile in her eyebrows.

In the Shuxing Pavilion, in the elegant and quiet courtyard, a gentle and elegant young man, flying in white, he stood faintly under the trunk, a green and transparent jade flute, horizontal in his soft jade hand.

The lips are slightly pursed and the breathing is orderly.

The sound of the flute is faint, abrupt, and there is an invisible faint melancholy, which floats out with the sound of the flute.

When Rong Qiao stepped into the courtyard, she heard the beautiful and gentle sound of the flute, and she couldn't help but slow down and lighten her steps. Raising her eyes, she stared at the young man in white who had his eyes slightly closed, and couldn't help but have a slight undulation of water waves in his clear eyes.

She listened quietly, her heart touching. Where the flute is gentle, there seem to be wisps of sorrow blowing towards you. She secretly said that she couldn't imagine that this young man who was as gentle as jade was free and easy on weekdays, but she never thought that there were countless voices of grievances hidden in his heart.

It sounds a little sad, a little sad, and in the flute sound, there is infinite lovesickness, and there is a helpless tone, could it be that the person he misses is beyond his reach?

Click-

Between the steps, I don't know what I stepped on, and there was a clear and shrill stabbing sound. The handsome young man on the trunk suddenly opened his eyes, and the jade flute in his hand slowly put down.

The first time he saw Rong Qiao, there was a stunned and surprised light above his eyes. Then the light color precipitated, and he returned to his usual elegant and gentle appearance.

His lips were raised, and he smiled faintly: "Sister-in-law is here, is there something wrong?" ”

Rong Qiao's expression was slightly embarrassed, she stepped up the steps, walked to Gong Huangrui's side, and stared at the jade flute in his hand.

"I didn't expect you to play the flute so well, it's very good." Reaching out her hand, she stroked the slightly bright and transparent jade flute, and couldn't help but purse her lips and smile.

When Gong Huangrui heard this, a bright light flashed in his warm eyes, and he stared at her pretty face, slightly distracted.

The moment Rong Qiao raised his eyes, he just bumped into his gaze that looked directly at her, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. "Huangrui, is there something wrong with my face?"

Gong Huangrui's face was slightly red, his eyes kept flickering, and he smiled a little unnaturally: "There's nothing wrong, it's just-" He couldn't help but divert the topic. "Sister-in-law is here, is it just to praise Huangrui's good flute?"

The lines on Rong Qiao's face twitched, and she squeezed an unformed smile. "Of course, of course, there are other things that need your help."

Gong Huangrui smiled softly, and he said, "What makes it so difficult for my sister-in-law to speak, isn't it so difficult to do?" Sister-in-law might as well talk about it and see if Huang Rui can help. "He was polite and mild-mannered.

Rong Qiao glanced at him, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, staring straight at him, his expression became extremely serious and serious.

"You have listened carefully, this matter is about the happiness of your eldest brother, and it is also about the happiness of the entire Prince Zhong's Mansion. Once your eldest brother is unhappy, the entire Zhong Prince's Mansion, including every grass and tree, will have to lose their bad luck, do you understand what I mean? She stared fixedly at his handsome face.

Gong Huangrui's expression changed slightly, this matter is about the happiness of the eldest brother? What is it exactly? Looking at her expression and listening to her tone, it seemed to be a very serious matter, and he calmed down at the moment: "Sister-in-law's words, Huang Rui seems to understand." My sister-in-law opened her mouth and said, as long as Huang Rui can do it, she will definitely do it. ”

Rong Qiao saw that he agreed, and she hooked her finger at him at the moment. "Come, keep your head down, hurry." She lay next to Gong Huangrui's ear and kept biting the words and whispered.

Gong Huangrui listened, his eyes widened more and more, his lips were slightly open, and his body, almost stiffened.

After a long time, Rong Qiao finally finished what he was about to say, and Gong Huangrui finally found his own voice. "Sister-in-law, why don't you want to think that it's actually the eldest brother who falls in love with your sister-in-law?"

Rong Qiao immediately jumped to his feet as if he had been bitten by a snake. "Impossible, absolutely impossible." Her head shook like a rattle.

"So, then, what does my sister-in-law want to do next?" Gong Huangrui's warm eyes were filled with blurred colors, and he felt some sympathy for his eldest brother in his heart.

Rong Qiao's head looked around, and when she saw that there was no one around, she immediately took Gong Huangrui's hand and whispered: "You are familiar with the terrain here, so can you take me to a place, that is, the kind of place where there are women with all kinds of charms, and where men are allowed to have fun." She couldn't tell him two words too bluntly, because she was afraid that this simple little uncle would be frightened, so she could only enlighten him slowly.

Who would have thought that-

"Sister-in-law, you want to go to Hua-Lou!" Gong Huangrui exclaimed.

On the fragrance courtyard outside the second street of Prince Zhong's mansion, a row of graceful and charming and smiling women gently shook the beauty fan with their hands, half covering their faces and half ashamed.

They are wearing skirts of various colors, and on their shoulders, the soft yarn is as thin as butterfly wings, wanting to hide and reveal, faintly and faintly, the snow-like lotus root jade arms, with a bit of charm, a little enchanting, presented in the eyes of the guests.

Stepping inside, the pavilion is greeted by the pungent aroma of rouge powder, with a strong smell of wine, gathering a decadent but charming breath, flowing in the air.

The three sects and nine streams who came here, all kinds of men, behaved differently in the face of the soft women with pink butterflies flying. Elegant people, stay in the private room, listen to the Oiran playing the piano and tasting tea, talking about poetry and heart, and a thousand gold.

The vulgar and the like, staying on the wine table, hugging left and right, drinking and having fun, and the woman with the wind and dust in her arms rushed over to kiss Fangze.

After Rong Qiao, who was dressed as a man, followed Gong Huangrui into the Piaoxiang Courtyard, in her clear eyes, the water was swaying, and the corners of her mouth were smiling, looking at everything in the pavilion lightly.

"Sister-in-law, I think we'd better go back."

Gong Huangrui's face was slightly red, and he looked at the men who were looking for fun around him and the charming women who were smiling with silver bells with an unnatural expression.

Shh

Rong Qiao lifted his finger and pressed it on his lip.

"When I came out, I told you, call me Young Master Rong, if you expose my identity, see how I deal with you when I go back." The corners of her mouth muttered, and the folding fan snapped open, quite a handsome boy.

In Gong Huangrui's warm eyes, the light and color shook slightly, and above the lake, the ripples were flickering, and the thin waves were flying. Inadvertently, he stretched out his finger and put it on his lips, his heart trembling slightly inexplicably.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes, and bumped into Rong Qiao's confused look that turned around and floated over, "Huangrui, why don't you go upstairs yet?" He immediately reined in his thoughts and smiled faintly. I'm coming. ”

The old mother of Piaoxiangyuan saw the two of them coming upstairs, constantly waving the red and bright handkerchief in her hand, she half covered her lips, half cocked her orchid fingers, twisted and twisted her fat body and walked over.

"Yo, two masters, let's come for the first time. Come, come, come, look at the two sons, a talent, personable, mom, I, I will definitely introduce you to a good one, let those girls serve you well. ”

She waved her hand towel, and the strong aroma made Rong Qiao couldn't help but itch her nose, and she sneezed twice in a row.

Ah Ah - Ah Ah –

"Young Master Rong, are you okay?" Gong Huangrui remembered Rong Qiao's instructions this time, and did not call him the wrong name.

Rong Qiao pulled Gong Huangrui's sleeve and sniffed.

"Do you have a handkerchief?"

"Yes." Gong Huangrui hurriedly took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve and gave it to Rong Qiao, Rong Qiao quickly took it, put it between her noses and pinched it fiercely, and then she stuffed the handkerchief into her sleeve indiscriminately.

"When I get back, I'll give you a clean handkerchief." She turned around, her eyes fell lightly on the red scarf in the old mother's hand, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"I am a little allergic to the aroma of rouge powder, and I am bothered by my mother to put away the red towel in her hand, can I?" Rong Qiao opened the folding fan and desperately dispersed some pungent aroma.

The old mother hid the red scarf in her sleeve at the moment, her face was a little embarrassed, but her smile remained the same.

"Then the two sons, let's sit down for a while, and my mother will go and order the kitchen to serve good dishes." She twisted her waist, and her fat body trembled.

Rong Qiao's brows furrowed, and she shook her head.

"No need, Mom. We're here for business. ”

When the old mother heard that Rong Qiao and Gong Huangrui were not here to have fun, the smile on her face disappeared at the moment, and an old face that was brushed off suddenly pulled the old elder.

"Two sons, let's be light. However, Mom, my Piaoxiang Courtyard is open for business, and the two sons had better not affect the Yaxing of these distinguished guests. ”

She took out the red scarf from her sleeve and shook it, ignoring Rong Qiao and Gong Huangrui.

Rong Qiao smiled coldly.

Smack-

and a minot, fifty taels of gold, were placed on the table.

"Mom, excuse me, is that enough?"