When Haitang returned to the General's Mansion, the Imperial Guard had already left.

She didn't care what the Imperial Guard was looking for under the order of the emperor, nor did she care about the situation in the General's Mansion. But when she came out just now, an Imperial Guard stopped her and wanted to search her. She refused. The Imperial Guard pulled her, Han Zhao rushed over, protected her, and slapped the Imperial Guard.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that the man was very tall and had a wide back, which could completely protect her.

After entering the mansion and passing through the hall, Haitang saw Han Zhuo sitting on the west side of the hand-paper pallet, walking here with a dark face.

"Second Young Master, the eldest young master told me that you will not be allowed to leave the mansion in the past few days!" A servant followed behind, trying to stop him but didn't dare, so he could only persuade him with a bitter face.

Han Zhuo turned around and kicked the servant hard, "Dog guy, can you remind me?"

The servant was kicked and staggered, and Qiqi Aiai said, "I dare not make things difficult for the second young master, but the general also told me..."

Han Zhuo was so angry that he kicked the servant again, then sat down on one side railing with anger, opened the fan, and shook it hard, "What's the difference between being in the mansion all day long and going to jail? Just Qin Zhenzhen's case, Yan Mu had been arrested, tortured and forced him to confess his guilt, so there was no trouble. The uncle and brother just thought too much. With the Han family's status in the court, they were so careful, so annoying!"

When the servant saw Han Zhuo sitting down, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled flatteringly: "The girl in Xiaoxiang Pavilion is really seductive, no wonder the second young master thought very much."

Han Zhuo snorted, opened the fan and shook it, "It seems like you have tasted it."

"Oh, the little one is not enough to buy girls with a smile if they sell themselves."

"Hmph, I'm covered in smelly meat, who wants to buy you?"

"No, the little one is just a dog around you."

"Not as good as dogs."

The servant lowered his head and bowed and laughed, "I saw the girl Haitang in the Grand Prince's Courtyard. She was the courtesan of Xiaoxiang Pavilion before and she looked really beautiful."

Han Zhuo narrowed his eyes, "It's not only beautiful, but also seductive."

"The eldest son has never brought a woman back home, except this one."

"Brother is a big deal, just keeping it next to you to play."

"Yes, I can't marry you, after all, I'm a prostitute."

When Haitang heard this, her eyes flashed with coldness. She turned her mind, then turned around and walked along the corridor.

At this time, the servant brought tea to Han Zhuo, leaving him alone to sit there, looking bored.

When Haitang approached, Han Zhuo heard the movement and turned to see her. He narrowed his eyes and turned around.

Haitang cursed in his heart that he was just a serious person. When he passed by him, he deliberately dropped his handkerchief and the wind blew to Han Zhuo.

She walked over, carried a gust of fragrant wind, and then bent down to pick it up, revealing a little spring scenery on her chest.

"Second Young Master, my handkerchief is blown to your feet. Can you help me pick it up?"

She looked up and saw Han Zhuo turn his head in a hurry.

"Ahem, pick it up yourself!"

Haitang curled his lips secretly, leaned over again, bent down, reached for the veil, pretended not to squat firmly, and leaned towards Han Zhuo.

"Oh!" Haitang fell down against Han Zhuo's legs, then raised his head and said softly: "Second Young Master, please help me."

Han Zhuo looked at Haitang in front of him and said nothing was on his face, but in fact he was already very itchy, especially since he had been locked up in the mansion these days, and he was so bored.

Haitang's body was soft against his thighs, looking at him with charming eyes. He pretended to help her and held one of her hands, but she did not resist.

Han Zhuo felt even more itchy now, "My brother is very busy these days, right?"

"Yes, I've been busy all day and night, and I've been alone in the empty room for several days." Haitang said that, and glanced at Han Zhuo.

Han Zhuo said, "No matter how busy he is, you can't ignore the little beauty."

Haitang leaned against Han Zhuo's leg again, "The second young master knows how to be polite to the fragrance and jade."

Han Zhuo smiled, bent down and picked up the veil at his feet, and reached out to hand it to Haitang.

Haitang reached out to pick it up, but as soon as he touched it, Han Zhuo pulled it away again.

"The peony flowers in Fuxiang Pavilion are in bloom."

Haitang's eyes turned, "Is it beautiful?"

"You always have to see if you know whether it is beautiful or not, what do you think of Miss Haitang?"

As he said that, Han Zhuo stood up, raised the handkerchief in his hand and sniffed it under his nose, looked at Haitang again, and then walked out of the corridor.

Haitang sneered, and only used 30 to 40% of her ten successes, and Han Zhuo took the bait. Sure enough, scum is scum.

A quarter of an hour later, Haitang was covered in disheveled hair and ran out of Fuxiang Pavilion, deliberately tearing the collar of her clothes while running.

When he ran to the west courtyard, he met Han Zhao, so he threw himself into his arms and cried before he could speak, his face was pale and his body was trembling.

Han Zhaoxian was stunned. When he saw Haitang like this, he expected something, and his eyes suddenly became vicious. At this time, Han Zhuo ran over. His clothes were also messy, and there was a scratch on the jawbone of his face, which looked very embarrassed.

"Smelly, I care about you, that's your blessing, don't be ungrateful!"

He saw Han Zhao after he cursed, paused, and then rushed to him, "Brother, this bitch..."

A snap!

Before Han Zhuo could finish his words, Han Zhao slapped him and beat him up dumbly.

"Brother..."

"You dare to touch my people!" Han Zhao gritted his teeth, his appearance was extremely fierce.

Han Zhuo was frightened by Han Zhao's appearance. After coming to his senses, he hurriedly explained: "Brother, it's her, she seduced me, I just... I just couldn't help it for a while!"

Hearing this, Haitang cried even harder.

"You said she seduces you?" Han Zhao narrowed his eyes.

"Yes!" Han Zhuo nodded quickly.

"Then did she resist?"

"ah?"

"What's wrong with the wound on your face?"

Han Zhuo said foolishly: "She caught me, but she didn't let me touch her... No, right? I went to Fuxiang Pavilion. When she followed her, it was clearly the one who hooked me."

"He took my veil, but I just wanted to get it back." Haitang explained crying.

Han Zhao looked at Han Zhuo and saw that Han Zhuo was still holding a begonia veil. No matter how much he explained, it would be useless.

"Han Zhuo, you trash, I have indulged you before, making you think that this General's Mansion is really your home!"

"Brother..." Han Zhuo's eyes widened, "Brother, I, I... I'm really wronged!"

"Get out of the General's Mansion immediately!" Han Zhao shouted angrily.

Haitang was lying in Han Zhao's arms, and could hear his heartbeat. It was very heavy and urgent, and seemed to really care about her.

So she cried even more anxiously and aggrievedly, as long as this trick worked.

Sure enough, Han Zhao became even more angry. Seeing that Han Zhuo was not moving, he scolded the guards to drive Han Zhuo out.
Chapter completed!