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Chapter 146: Don't look away

And this beauty, without squinting her eyes, walked straight to Pan Zhuqing's side, poured a glass of wine on her own, and bowed Yingying: "I would like to offer a toast to Master Pan. I wish you success every year and success every year."

"Thank you." Pan Zhuqing politely accepted her kindness, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and took a sip.

The beauty did not stand up, but with a coquettish look on her face, she pretended to be annoyed and asked: "Do you hate the slave family?"

Pan Zhuqing, who was half drunk and half awake, was confused by what she said: "How could that be?"

"Then why did the slave family serve you a full glass of wine, but you still had more than half of it left?" She pouted and complained softly, her voice seemed to have penetrating power, and the whole hall suddenly became quiet. It seemed that everyone was there.

I'm curious as to how Pan Zhuqing, who is usually aloof and aloof, will respond to this beautiful beauty's naked teasing.

"I'm sorry, I drank too much tonight." This is indeed true. Although he has a good drinking capacity and knows how to measure, he can't stand the bombardment of others. But Pan Jingyuan is not around.

In this kind of situation, it would actually help him escape. Thinking of his younger brother who was far away on the battlefield and his complicated and dangerous feelings for Gong Yueyue, he drank a few more drinks unconsciously.

But the beautiful woman had a reluctant attitude. She still didn't stand up. She raised her head and looked at him coquettishly: "Master Pan is a manly man. How can he take advantage of a little girl from the slave family like this?"

When a woman accuses him in public of taking advantage, I'm afraid no respectable man can pretend to be silent. Pan Zhuqing didn't say anything, picked up the wine glass and put it to his mouth.

But as soon as the wine glass touched his lips, he was stopped by a soft and boneless hand. "Hey, if you really don't want to drink, you can compensate me with something else."

"What do you want?" A smile appeared on Pan Zhuqing's lips, and there was an imperceptible contempt in the smile.

"I want..." The beauty's big eyes turned lightly in her eyes, and finally she stood up suddenly, and while everyone was stunned, she came close to Pan Zhuqing and kissed her on the cheek.

There was silence in the hall for a moment, and everyone watched with bated breath this gossip scene that would become headline news in the city tomorrow. Of course, there were some who were itching to hate it, such as Fu Yun and Yu Lian.

Gong Yueyue couldn't help but glance at them each, shook her head, and thought to herself: "You two are so busy trying to fight secretly, but in the end, a dancer who came out halfway took advantage of you, and you took advantage of the male god.

Being blasphemed, my heart will be broken now... But this woman is too arrogant and bold. If anyone dares to kiss my pretty face like this, I will beat her into a pig's head in minutes."

The men in the hall were already envious, jealous, and hateful to death that a beautiful woman was giving sweet kisses in front of so many people. But Pan Zhuqing, the person involved, didn't feel that he was enjoying it much. The intoxication in his eyes was gradually wiped away by anger, and his eyes tightened.

His chin was declaring his strong dissatisfaction. "You are too courageous..." He gritted his teeth and said each word coldly.

The beautiful woman was afraid that he would explode at any time, so she couldn't help but take a step back, and said with some embarrassment: "A prostitute in the slave family is just making a little joke with you. Is this really going to make you angry?"

Pan Zhuqing turned away and didn't look at her again: "You can leave."

"I'm resigning." She had no choice but to withdraw in the face of everyone's eyes.

Gong Yueyue once heard her sixth aunt say to her that it was illegal and disciplinary behavior for officials in the Song Dynasty to stay in bed. In other words, singing and dancing were fine, but there was no need to talk about bed issues. Pan Zhuqing seemed to be in a state of confusion caused by alcohol. He said that he was talking and walking in a daze, but in fact he was very clear-headed and always put up iron thorns all over his body to prevent the outside world from plotting against him. He was indeed an unfathomable guy.

Mrs. Jin, however, didn't take her nervousness seriously at all, and still muttered to herself: "That's right. He has been in drought for so long, even if the Luo River water has been exhausted, right? What's more, he is in his twenties. Big man!"

Fu Yun seemed to be still immersed in the anger and heartache just now and could not extricate himself. Gong Yueyue suddenly turned around and asked Du Ruotong loudly: "Ruotong, you just said that this dancer was invited by Lord Jin?"

When the women on the other side heard this, they stopped discussing and all looked at her.

"Yes." Du Ruotong nodded and affirmed.

She nodded and said: "Master Jin has really good eyesight. He is a smart guy if he picks things like this casually. If he is not a professional player, who can have such accurate vision?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone at the table except Mrs. Jin couldn't hold back their laughter. "Pfft, hahahaha!" "Pfft!" Even the spies at the next table secretly admired Zhao Changyuan's wife for her sharp tongue.

Fu Yun couldn't help but whisper in her ear: "You are so venomous. It makes Mrs. Jin so angry."

Gong Yueyue glanced at the other side pretending to be casual. Mrs. Jin's face had already turned earthy and her breath was unstable. She suppressed her laughter and muttered silently in her heart: "Master Jin, I'm really sorry. It's not me, Gong Yueyue, who insists on following you." If you can't get through it, why is it that your great wife can always easily stir up other people's fighting spirit..."

After two cups of tea, some guests began to leave.

Gong Yueyue figured it was time for her to go home. After all, she lived with her parents-in-law and she was pregnant. "It's getting late, I have to go." She put on a bright red cloak and tied the rope while doing so. Say hello to Du Ruotong.

"So early!" Miss Du pulled her robe, showing reluctance.

She pinched Du Ruotong's face and said with a playful smile: "Little girls, don't be so reluctant to leave. If I go back late, my parents will be worried."

"Then be careful on the road." Du Ruotong reluctantly let go.

Fu Yun also stood up and put on his cloak at this time: "I'll go with you."

"Okay, I just want to see you off. Let's go say hello to Brother Pan."

"I won't go, you go and tell me." Fu Yun was still unhappy about the dancer kissing Pan Zhuqing just now, and was afraid that he would lose face in front of him again and make people laugh.

"I'm here to tell you again..." Gong Yueyue looked furious, but she had no choice but to walk in the direction of Pan Zhuqing alone.

Pan Zhuqing, who was sitting slumped at the table with his cheek in his hands and a drunken look, exuded an unprecedented cuteness all over him at this moment.

"Brother Pan, I have to go back. It's getting late." Gong Yueyue suppressed her laughter and stepped forward to say hello to him. In exchange, he turned his face and stared at her silently and foolishly.

She involuntarily took a small step back and asked coquettishly: "Are you okay? I see you drank too much today."

"Are you leaving?" He was stunned for a long time before breaking the silence, speaking a little unclearly.

"Well, there's also Yun'er..."

He nodded and said softly: "Be careful on the road."

Fu Yun was feeling gloomy along the way. When she was almost home, she suddenly asked Gong Yueyue: "Brother Pan seems to be drunk. Is there anything wrong if we just leave like this?"

Gong Yueyue was stunned by her slowness and hindsight. "What's wrong? He is a grown man. Besides, what can be wrong in his family?"

But something was wrong with Pan Zhuqing after the banquet was over. He was wandering through the hall and corridor alone, worried about disturbing the girl Yulian who was following a few steps behind. "Master, please slow down!" she said as she walked along the way. Guarding him tremblingly, fearing that he would accidentally bump into the lacquered wooden flower columns.

Sure enough, the corner of the corridor stool at the corner tripped him hard. Fortunately, he hugged the flower column next to him with one hand, otherwise he would have fallen drunk among the flowers. She ran forward to hold his arm, but he threw it away a little irritably: "No need for help, I will walk by myself."

After walking a few steps, she kissed the white wall again. Yulian stroked her forehead and softly called out helplessly and distressedly: "Young Master..."

He turned around and smiled naively: "I'm fine... ha..."

If Miss Yulian had a smartphone in her hand right now and could take a video or something, Pan Zhuqing would definitely feel regretful in her intestines the next day.

Stumbling all the way to the door of his room, Pan Zhuqing pushed the door open, and immediately took it back after walking in. Every time Miss Yulian looked at him, her eyes were too hot, which made the tough-looking young master Pan a little bit too much.

His whole body was so hot from the alcohol that he just opened his clothes irritably to reveal his strong chest when he found a person standing silently in the corner of the room. Most people would lose control after being frightened by such a sudden surprise in the middle of the night. Yelling, even if it were Zhao Xiaobailian or Pan Badao, his hair would stand on end and he would shed a few drops of cold sweat. But Pan Zhuqing has been a very evil person since he was a child, and he has no respect for ghosts and gods. He clenched his fists and took a few steps towards the man, with only cold words in his mouth. Leng asked one word: "Who?"

But it was also his fault that he drank too much, and the scene in front of him was swaying around, making him unable to focus, and he couldn't clearly see the person's appearance.

Soon, a sweet female voice sounded in the quiet room, making him startled: "It's me, you don't remember it so soon?"

The woman's shadow staggered towards him, and he felt that his mind was becoming increasingly unclear, his eyes were becoming increasingly unable to focus, and an indescribable smell became stronger and stronger as she approached: "What smells so weird?" He shook his head, hoping to wake himself up.

"It's my rouge. Doesn't it smell good?"

The feeling of chaos finally calmed down a little, and he finally raised his head. The face in his drunken eyes made him even more surprised: "You... it's you... aren't you gone?"

"I can't bear to leave you behind." The woman was already a stone's throw away from him.

There was a look of surprise and joy on his face, he held her arms with both hands, and asked excitedly: "Really? Then who am I in your eyes at this moment? Jiang Haoran... or Pan Zhuqing?" She did not answer. , he suddenly shook his head again and continued to talk to himself: "It doesn't matter, I like you anyway... I like you..."

The woman smiled, leaned into his arms and asked delicately: "You like me? Then will you marry me?"

"I am willing...give me some time...I will find a way to deal with Zhao Changyuan...as long as you are willing to follow me." After saying that, he leaned over and kissed her lips.

The woman stretched out her hand to block him and asked, "What you just said were drunken words, right?"

"Every sentence is...all true." Unconsciously, the smell of alcohol rolling in his body and the somewhat unpleasant aroma of women hit his throat. He frowned, clutching his chest in pain and gasping a few times.

Then he fell down.

"Master? Master? Master Pan!" The woman was frightened. She gently tapped and shook his body, but he had no reaction. "It's really troublesome! I told you that you can't drink him so much with this drug! This is

What a bunch of stupid men! But...you really opened my eyes." (To be continued)


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