The male pet is called Jiangli, Jiangli is another name for peony, it is a bewitching and gorgeous man like a peony flower, bewitching and unqualified, graceful, and deeply favored by Rong Zhao because of his beautiful face.

Rong Zhao doesn't love him, he just likes his wanton temperament like her, he lives so freely, he never despises himself because he is the queen mother's male favorite, never flatters others, and even deliberately flatters her.

He would say to her, Queen Mother, you have fine lines, Queen Mother, you are no longer young, Queen Mother, your city is about to be attacked, and you will become a prisoner.

will also grab her hand and say when she is about to die, there is one thing I haven't told you, in fact, I love you, I can die under your knife, my life is enough.

The fragmented memories appeared in front of him, the bewitching face and the people on the stage overlapped, and Rong Zhao was slightly dizzy in front of him.

But she could tell that he was not leaving.

Jiangli is happy, detached, and chic, while the person in front of him is melancholy, feminine, and even hateful.

Jiang Li's eyes revealed an arrogant temperament, and he, through those eyes, Rong Zhao felt that he was more like a wolf waiting for an opportunity.

His body was thin, as thin as a piece of paper. Dressed in white, clean and pure as a baby born in the heart. The collar is slightly open, tempting human desires. That Chu Chu appearance makes people feel pity.

It's just that such a person wears a chain around his neck like a dog.

He walked very slowly, raised his head slightly and glanced at the people in the audience, and lowered his head again, his steps squirmed, as if he was standing still, maybe snails were not as slow as him.

This move made the turtle prince very dissatisfied, and he dragged his chain forward, throwing him off and almost tripping and falling off the stage.

He stood motionless on the stage with his head bowed, his hair on both sides covering his face, and no one would object to him if he was a dying prisoner.

Gui Gong glanced at him with contempt, and then smiled at the benefactors in the audience, "Today, we have a new game in Tianxiang Guoselou, have you seen this person? ”

As if he was buying and selling things, he didn't treat him as a human being at all.

A fat man with the smell of alcohol standing on the left side of Rong Zhao said: "Really, what?" He hugged a man and a woman left and right, and at first glance he was the master of both men and women, staring at the man on the stage with squinting eyes, and he smiled at the horizontal meat, and he was really afraid of laughing.

Gui Gong smiled and said, "Of course there are conditions. Someone gave him a board, and he held it on his chest and pointed to the words on it line by line, "If you see it, kiss him for ten taels of silver, slap him for twenty taels, strip him naked for fifty taels, and whip him for one hundred taels." His face was full of obscene expressions, "This is the last, and most important, the one with the highest price wins, whoever has the most silver tonight, he will go to whoever tonight." ”

Although men love women, there are also many people with good male style, especially those who are mixed in Tianxiang Guoselou, and the male style is more prosperous, which is why there are not only prostitutes but also small men in Tianxiang Guoselou.

As soon as these words came out, there were many people who were eager to try, and the greasy fat man just now was even more gearing up and ready to move.

"I'll give ten taels. ”

"I'm also out of ten taels"

"I'll give twenty taels. ”

"I'll give thirty taels, kiss and slap again. ”

"I'll give fifty taels. ”

"I'll give a hundred taels. ”

“......”

Rong Zhao looked at the fat-headed, big-eared, obscene and disgusting men who kept venting their beastly desires on the young man, and his heart was full of evil.

Finally, the desperate smile on his face when he saw him being whipped with a leather whip could no longer hold back.

"Stop, you beast. ”

Ignoring Qiushui's obstruction, Rong Zhao rushed to the stage and swung a whip at the fat man.

"You beast, is it fun to beat people? Then I'll let you try it. "Rong Zhao's whip is much better than his, and after two blows, blood oozes from his body.

The young man lying on the ground had no good place on his body at this time, some were pinched, some were pinched, some were bitten, and even deeper were whipped up. One by one, his white clothes had been dyed red.

Rong Zhao squatted down, trying to stop the bleeding from the wound for him, but he didn't know how to start, "How are you?"

She didn't know why she came out, maybe it was because he looked like Jiang Li's face.

The young man raised his head with great difficulty, looking at her, but he smiled slightly, and there was a bloodshot on the side of his mouth, which was shiny, "This little injury is not in the way." ”

Seeing such a person suddenly running out, Gui Gong said, "Who are you, you ran out to make trouble, right? Go down, go down." ”

Rong Zhao waved away with a whip and shouted: "I am your ancestor, get out!"

Half of the turtle father's face left a deep mark, glared at Rong Zhao angrily, and shouted: "Come on, beat me out of this troublemaker!"

As soon as the words fell, the guards of the Qinglou gathered around, each holding a wooden stick taller than them in their hands.

Seeing that things were not good, Gu Yu and Qiushui hurriedly ran to the stage to guard Rong Zhao's side.

For a while, I smelled a smell of saber rattling.

The young man grabbed the corner of Rong Zhao's skirt, and his hoarse voice seemed to be grinding it again, "Childe's kindness is in my heart, but you don't care about me, you can't save me, let's leave quickly." ”

"If you keep fighting, you'll die. Rong Zhao is by no means the kind of person with a bodhisattva's heart, but at this time he is compassionate. She raised her confident face, "If there is a world that can save you, it is only me." And I, if I want to save someone, I can't save it. ”

"Hmph, if you want to save people, you are simply delusional!" The pain on his face was reversed, crispy and numb, and hot. The turtle man hissed, touched his face, and blood was printed on his palm. He bared his teeth and nailed Rong Zhao's face fiercely, "Come on, give it to me!"

More than a dozen guards swarmed up, and the lonely bird could be leveled by himself, Rong Zhao could also write fists and feet, and when she got close to a person, she would whip it.

Her whip was personally taught by the old protector, not to learn the martial arts she learned, but just to defend herself.

Rong Zhao shot fiercely, every whip was drawn from the opponent's eyes, the guards who hit covered their eyes and waved their sticks indiscriminately, and several people also hit their own people.

The people who had gathered in the stands just now had already dispersed around, watching them fight as if they were watching a play. Seeing that funny scene, I couldn't help laughing, and some people raised seedlings and applauded.

"Stop!" A low voice came from upstairs, like a lion roaring on the verge of rage, Rong Zhao looked up, but he saw the young man curled up in a corner and covered in scars twitched irrepressibly. It was a physiological reaction caused by the fear in his heart, and he seemed to be very afraid of this person upstairs.