"Childe, you're here, hehe, please here."

Zhao Yan had just walked into the Tibetan Spring Pavilion with Qinglong, and before he could lift his feet upstairs, he was stopped by an enthusiastic little lady.

It was to greet them, but it was better to stop them.

"My son-in-law, Miss Jiu Mu Yinyin, is famous, and I came to see her face today."

Qinglong stepped forward and said.

"Giggles, it turned out to be for Yinyin, hahaha."

I heard that Zhao Yan also wanted to have a relationship with Yin Yin, and the little lady laughed and trembled, and Zhao Yan was blinded by laughter.

"It's a small meaning, but it's not a respect."

Zhao Yan is well versed in the philosophy of human nature, and he glanced at Qinglong.

Qinglong willingly took out a silver ingot from the blanket on his shoulder, and directly stuffed the little lady's little hand to the brim.

"Since this son understands the rules so well, and the sisters don't hide it, I'm afraid that the son is gone for nothing today."

As the saying goes, the mouth of eating people is short, and taking people is soft, since you have accepted bribes from others, then you have to do things for others.

"Why is that?"

Zhao Yan took a step forward and asked.

It's just that the little lady didn't make a sound anymore, and her two little hands kept holding the silver money and playing with it, as if she was a little absent-minded and didn't hear Zhao Yan's inquiry just now.

"Green Dragon."

Zhao Yan's face was slightly condensed, and he was already displeased.

Nima, Lao Tzu didn't make a penny when he crossed over, and he borrowed this silver from a few dragon guards.

As the empress, why did Jiang Lingyue forget to give her husband pocket money?

Qinglong rolled his eyes, and at this moment he also realized the mood of his junior sister.

Feelings: This uncle is a white prostitute.

"Take it."

Qinglong angrily smashed a silver ingot on the little lady's hand.

"Oh, that's a lot of strength."

The little lady was also a little annoyed, but as soon as she saw the silver coin of the white flower, she immediately bloomed a chrysanthemum again, which was extremely gorgeous.

"Childe, today the prince of Zhengxi came to the Tibetan Spring Pavilion, and the name of the king wanted Yin Yin to dance, if the son did not give up, it would not be in vain to find a girl to play."

"Oh yes, the girl in our Zangchun Pavilion is the best in the world, the son will know it as soon as he tries it, hahaha."

The little lady hid her face and smiled, and she didn't know whether to laugh at Zhao Yantuo for robbing a woman with the prince of Zhengxi, or at him for not knowing the current affairs, and he didn't even know the foundation of the Tibetan Spring Pavilion.

"What is a try?"

Zhao Yan had obviously understood the mystery, and deliberately turned his head to tease Qinglong Dao.

"Childe's business matters."

Qinglong's old face was flushed, just like a ripe crab, but he didn't dare to anger his master, so he had to use the excuse to interrupt.

"Call the old bustard to Lonely."

Originally, Zhao Yan looked curious, he really hadn't seen such a battle, and he had only heard of it in literary and artistic works before he crossed over.

Today, when I saw it, I knew that the interest of people in ancient times was really high.

I had the intention to play around, but I was made serious by Qinglong's old-fashionedness.

"Why don't you eat some flower wine to warm up first, and then find a few flower girls to have a good time, what's the matter with calling the old body?"

The old bustard was a little displeased, and he had just served the prince of the king of the west, and before he could rest, he was swept over by the green dragon.

The old bustard's personal thug was actually vulnerable, and they all fell down in one move.

It's really like killing a pig, and the frightened old bustard lost three of his souls.

"The green dragon must not be reckless."

Zhao Yan didn't expect Qinglong to be rude.

"Childe."

Qinglong patted the empty blanket, with a sad look, and said in his heart that even white prostitutes must have a limit, and small money is also exchanged for life.

Zhao Yan understood, and secretly slandered himself for being stingy, what do Lao Tzu have money to take you for, just take the money and smash it.

Ma Ma borrowed a step to speak.

Zhao Yan said this, and the old bustard didn't dare to disobey, after all, the vulgar thug Qinglong was staring at her from the side.

As long as Qinglong is not allowed to bleed and sprinkle money, it doesn't matter if he bleeds on his own body or bleeds others.

"What's the matter?"

Although the old bustard asked again, his body was very honest, and he followed Zhao Yan's steps and moved to a corner.

"Arrange for me to meet Yinyin."

Zhao Yan said as he revealed the gold medal that Jiang Lingyue gave him.

There's no way, who made him poor, and if he has no money to open the way, he can only use power to oppress people.

Fortunately, the eye sockets were relatively firm, and the old bustard's eyes almost popped out.

This is not a dazzling golden light, but the word 'holy' is clearly written on the gold medal, implying that the person holding the gold medal is a close minister of His Majesty today.

Although the holy decree cannot leave the capital, the deterrent effect of such a small place as the Zangchun Pavilion is self-evident.

"My lord, are you begging for a prostitute?"

The old bustard said in his heart that he had not lived in vain in his life, he had seen people who were ordered to kill people and be promoted by orders, and it was the first time he saw a prostitute who was ordered to be prostitute.

"Don't talk nonsense, immediately arrange for this official and Yin Yin to meet."

Since the old bustard knows the goods, Zhao Yan is also willing to pretend to be forced, and instantly the drama is on the top, and he starts his shameless white prostitution performance.

"Oh, it's hard to die old."

The old bustard stomped his feet in a hurry.

Zhao Yan was ordered to beg for prostitutes, so she naturally didn't dare to provoke her, but she couldn't afford to provoke a brothel boss who was the prince of Zhengxi over there.

"Official, don't hide it, the prince of Zhengxi is now sitting in the Fengyue Pavilion on the top floor, waiting to summon Yin Yin."

The old bustard had no choice but to kick the problem to Zhao Yan like a ball.

Zhao Yan frowned, and Qinglong immediately understood.

A sharp broken blade, exuding a compelling coldness, appeared on the neck of the old bustard.

"Oh, my mother, my lord, I will not die for my crimes."

It is true that the old bustard has seen the world, but he has never seen such a real death-killing scene.

In fright, a stream of heat slid down the crotch of his pants and fell between his feet.

The fat body trembled like a big ball of flesh, trembling and shaking.

"The official has a private visit, and those who dare to maliciously leak the secrets of the official will be killed."

Zhao Yan leaned into the old bustard's ear fiercely, and deliberately lowered his voice and threatened.

"Understood, old body understood."

The old bustard was so frightened that his soul was scattered, and his old face was as white as A4 white paper.

"Do you know how?"

Qinglong added another fire.

"I know, I know, my lord just drink some flower wine upstairs, and leave the rest to the old body."

The fat ball forgot how to leave, as if it rolled to the backstage with both hands and feet.

The old bustard really didn't dare to break his word, and Zhao Yan and the others were warmly welcomed into an elegant pavilion.

The interior is magnificent, like a prince's family.

"Son, don't be impatient, Miss Yin Yin will arrive quickly."

The welcome was smiling and generous, inviting Zhao Yan to sit in the first place, and the maid and servant immediately presented rare delicacies from the mountains and seas.

"Brother eats."

Zhao Yan said enthusiastically.

Isn't the paralyzed Mo worried that the old bustard will poison him and assassinate him, so let Lao Tzu test him for poison?

Qinglong pursed his lips, picked up a piece of meat, and chewed it.

"Miss Yin has arrived."