"You have to remember that although Liu Gongzi is a bit straightforward, he is one of our biggest financiers, don't play petty in front of him!"

Shang Yiwen, the old bustard who chattered endlessly, was very tired of it, but he still said with a smile on his face: "Mom, I know Liu Gongzi's character best, don't worry!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Our Yiwen is the most beautiful! Just your little face, crying, Liu Gongzi's heart is broken!" The old bustard also smiled, but when she was about to arrive, she couldn't help but whisper: "Although Liu Gongzi put you on the tip of his heart, but this time he also brought a friend, I heard that it is a noble man from the north, you must also serve well! It is best to let him come to us often, remember?"

When Shang Yiwen heard this, his face changed slightly, and then a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, nodded at the old bustard, opened the door and walked in, just to see a fat man wearing gold and silver, a rich body, and a young man in a gorgeous costume, listening to a small song.

As soon as the fat man saw Shang Yiwen, he immediately jumped up from the chair, trotted to Shang Yiwen's side, smiling and smiling with fat on his face, and couldn't see his eyes: "Yiwen! You're finally here, don't you know, I'm thinking of you to death this time." ”

"Gongzi Liu, you're getting too close!" Shang Yiwen stretched out his slender fingers and sent them to Liu Gongzi, and the words that seemed to be rejected seemed to be coquettish.

Liu Gongzi naturally held her hand in his hand, Shang Yiwen's hand was very beautiful, ten slender jade fingers, full fingertips, soft and fair skin, every time he held it in his hand, Liu Gongzi couldn't help but think about what it would be like if he was caressed by these hands.

"Liu Gongzi!" Shang Yiwen seemed to be shy and retreated, but his voice was tactful, and Liu Gongzi's whole body softened when he heard it, and he felt that there was a ball of lust burning in his chest, but he still remembered that there was someone on the side, so he took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the young man who was sitting alone, and introduced: "Come! come! Come on! Yiwen, this is my friend, I made a bet with him today, saying that our Jiangnan women are more versatile than northern nobles, Yiwen, you have any talents to show, let him take a good look!"

Shang Yiwen was very concerned about the young man in a gorgeous costume when he came, the young man's face was different, but he was full of blood and energy, and he was obviously a cultivator, and his cultivation was not bad, if he could be happy with him, it would also be a good supplement for Shang Yiwen.

The smile on his face couldn't help but be a little real, he stepped forward, picked up the cup, made a pot of fragrant tea, poured out two cups, handed one to the young man, and one to Liu Gongzi's hands, and then lowered his eyebrows and smiled, brushed the hair of his ears and temples, and said softly: "Dare to ask this prince what talent he wants Yiwen to show, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, or singing, dancing, tea and wine?"

"What are you best at?" The corners of the young man's mouth couldn't help but hook slightly, Shang Yiwen smiled even more brightly, and she clearly saw that there was already a little obsession in the young man's eyes.

"What do you want to see, Childe, if Childe doesn't give up, how about Yiwen just make tea and touch the piano for Childe?" Shang Yiwen's eyes flashed with wisps of aura, and he was originally pure and cold with a charming temperament, and suddenly became holy, like a blooming lotus, revealing an incomparable charm.

Liu Gongzi on the side couldn't help but fall into obsession, and after holding on for a while, the young man couldn't help but have a blurred eye, and replied in a low voice: "Then there is Miss Lao!"

Shang Yi Wenlian moved lightly, came to the piano table on the side, Ying Ying knelt down, plucked the strings with both retractions, and the sound of the piano sounded, as if the clouds were flowing in the sky, and like the red dust in the world, chaotic and unified, the invisible qi machine rose from Shang Yi's tattoo body and slowly fell on the man in Chinese clothes.

In the same painting boat, a few middle-aged men who stayed next door changed their faces slightly when they heard the sound of the piano, and they wanted to do it, but when they remembered the purpose of their visit, they couldn't help but move.

Shang Yiwen's hands stroked the piano faster and faster, but the sound of the piano became more and more ethereal, in the small room, everyone fell into the dream she weaved, Liu Gongzi couldn't help but slump on the table, and the essence of his body escaped uncontrollably, and with the sound of the piano, it was absorbed by Shang Yiwen.

Although the cultivation of the young man in Huafu is not bad, but at the moment the five senses are fascinated, relying on instinct, he found that something is wrong, he blinked hard, and his eyes returned to a little clear, but this short period of sobriety could not resist the erosion of the piano sound, just like the murmuring sound of the piano, constantly hooking the desire in his heart, and the original solid Yuan Jing also began to relax.

At the moment when the young man was about to fall, he suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his pupils turned into a silver white, and his original ordinary face was also set off by this eyes, showing a strange handsomeness, he stared at Shang Yiwen and said with a smile: "The red dust is like a prison, the Holy Mother descends from the sky, it is not dirty and impure, and the lotus flower is born by itself!

Frightened by the changes in the youth, Shang Yiwen Fuqin's hands were not enough to stop, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, after hearing Li Haocheng's words, she raised her hand again, and several sound blades flew out.

"Is this what the motherless mother taught you?" The young man smiled, his left hand stretched out and drooped, five white lights fell, and the lotus flowers bloomed, holding the sound blade that came to his face, looking at Shang Yiwen with a smile, and the corners of his eyes showed a trace of aura.

"Say, as the preparatory saintess of the White Lotus Sect, what are you doing in a filthy place like the Painting Boat!"

"To welcome the Coming of Our Lady...... of course"

"Is Our Lady no longer red now?"

"Our Lady returned to her hometown a thousand years ago, knowing that we only reconnected ten years ago, and this time I came to Yuhang City to ......" Shang Yiwen didn't say anything, he heard the sound of broken wooden boards, and then the three of them suddenly rushed out, two of them rushed towards Shang Yiwen like hungry tigers, one from top to bottom, and one palm towards the top of the young man's head.

Being interrupted like this, Shang Yiwen suddenly regained her senses, she moved lightly with lotus steps, and there were lotus flowers blooming under her feet, between the lotus flowers opening and closing, avoiding the people who pounced on her, and then pointed at the young man like a ghost and said, "You... Who the hell is the Innocent White Lotus Method of my God's Divine Sect? Why do you too?"

"When did I perform the Innocent White Lotus Method?" the young man chuckled, and moved with the same footsteps, avoiding the palm falling from the sky with footwork similar to Shang Yiwen, staring at Shang Yiwen and smiling, "Haven't you been casting it all along?"

After speaking, the lotus flower around Li Haocheng suddenly shone brightly, the moonlight flowed, the smoke was surrounded, and a ghost thing that suddenly jumped out was covered by the light, and he didn't even have time to scream, that is, in the withering of the lotus, it turned into a little streamer and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Flowers bloom and fall, and they grow quietly!Who are you!" Shang Yiwen felt that he was going crazy, and the other party's methods again and again had the shadow of his own sect.