Pan Zhuqing also belongs to the category of male beauties who need to have a good face and a good body. Otherwise, there would not be a woman who is not afraid of death who still suffers from unrequited love even though he is at risk of subjugating his wife. So such a male beauties are stripped naked.
Lying next to her, but could only look and couldn't move, it really made Han Xian'er, the courtesan, so angry that her lungs exploded countless times. That night, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wake him up from his deep sleep.
When he slowly opened his eyes, it was already bright outside the window.
"My lord is finally awake. It's been so hard for me to take care of you." Han Xian'er suddenly spoke next to her. Pan Zhuqing thought she was still asleep and just stared blankly at the roof, then closed her eyes to rest. But in a daze,
It seemed as if my legs were being pressed by something, and a hand seemed to be wandering around unscrupulously on my upper body...
He suddenly sat up from the bed and rolled over, grabbed a robe and put it on his body. When he saw the face of the woman on the bed clearly, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised: "Why are you here?" It's actually that woman.
Forcefully kiss his dancer!
Han Xian'er wiped away the non-existent tears and said sadly: "My lord, have you forgotten that last night, it was your lord who brought down the slave family...could it be that your lord was going to give up after all?"
He sneered, turned away and said expressionlessly: "It's absolutely impossible, you underestimate me too much, and you think too highly of my own beauty. And I drank so much, it's impossible for me to have anything with you!"
The first half of the sentence was a bit hurtful. Han Xian'er's face changed slightly. Finally, she grabbed her own clothes and said while putting them on: "Really? Then if...the master mistakenly identifies the slave as Mrs. Zhao...should he treat it differently?"
How about nothing else?"
As she said that, she glanced at Pan Zhuqing, who was glaring at her. His face was already livid: "Sir, don't look at me like that... If you really want to deal with General Zhao, I won't expose you."
Pan Zhuqing's cold face suddenly broke through the ice with a smile, which shocked Xian'er: "What are you laughing at, sir?"
He tied up his clothes, tied up her long hair that had been spread out, and said casually: "Do you think anyone will believe your lies?"
At this time, Han Xian'er had already put on her clothes, got off the bed, walked to the door in a graceful manner, turned around and said to him: "This is true, so-called empty talk. In the end, the slave family underestimated the master. The slave family takes leave."
Pan Zhuqing was stunned for a long time and could not recover. The waves of vulgar makeup and powder wafting from his body made him frown in disgust. His chaotic mind gradually regained consciousness, and then he suddenly realized that something was wrong...
He opened the door and summoned his personal servant Mo Yu.
Then Mo Yu ran over and asked, "Young Master! What are your orders?"
"Go and call Xue Jiu. I'll wait for him in the study."
"yes!"
Worker shouted and went down, leaving Pan Zhuqing alone on the second floor, sitting by the window with a calm expression.
Not long after, the waiter came up respectfully with a tea set, washed the tea and made the tea set for him.
"Ah -" At this moment, a terrible scream suddenly came from the upstairs opposite. Pan Zhuqing and the waiter all turned around and saw a figure floating down by the window. In an instant, he fell to the street in a dull manner.
His face never moved again.
"He's dead -" There were horrifying screams downstairs, and people rushed up from the street, surrounding the body that had just lost its life.
"Oh, it's so unlucky to be here so early in the morning!" After witnessing such a tragic scene, the waiter's face turned pale with fright, and the teacup and teapot in his hand had already been knocked over on the tea tray. He hurriedly packed up the tea sets and looked at Pan Zhuqing.
Much calmer than him. "Sir, I didn't scare you, did I? Can I change your seat?"
Pan Zhuqing turned the ring in his hand and said softly: "It doesn't matter, just go about your business."
While the waiter was wiping the table that was wet by himself, he still muttered: "Oh, it seems that she is still the oiran from Yihong Tower! She is so beautiful, what a pity."
Pan Zhuqing said with a smile: "Don't just take everything at face value. Although some flowers are beautiful, they are also poisonous."
The waiter was slightly shocked. This Young Master Pan was indeed a well-deserved iceberg. He could not change his face even when the mountain collapsed. "My lord, what you said is right. But it is quite pitiful that he died like this at such a young age."
Pan Zhuqing didn't speak anymore, but looked thoughtfully at the downstairs opposite...
In just a moment, Xue Jiu appeared in front of him: "Sir!"
"Did you get it?" he asked calmly.
"You can rest assured when my subordinates are doing their work."
"Well, thank you for your hard work. Let's call the waiter to order."
The Zhao family has held a happy event in the past two days, which is the marriage between Tian Hai and Xiaomei. Although Tian Hai sincerely hopes to wait until the young master Zhao Changyuan comes back from the border before marrying a wife, Gong Yueyue and Liu both feel that
Xiaomei is too young to be procrastinating, so she semi-forced Huzi Shitou and others to throw Tian Hai into the bridal chamber.
But people at that time didn't have such a thing as wedding leave. Even Zhao Changyuan changed his uniform and went to work conscientiously after returning home on the third day after the wedding, let alone working people like Tian Hai Xiaomei.
Unknowingly, five days had passed since Pan Zhuqing's birthday. Gong Yueyue was extremely bored practicing calligraphy in her room, when Xiaomei suddenly ran in with a loud roar: "Miss! Miss, something big has happened!"
Gong Yueyue was frightened by her, and the gestures in her hands went out of bounds. She couldn't help pushing away the pen and paper angrily, and asked angrily: "What's the big deal? I was so surprised."
Xiaomei lay beside her table and said mysteriously: "Do you still remember the dancer who came on stage to dance on the day Master Pan hosted a banquet?"
"Remember, what happened?"
"She's dead!"
When Gong Yueyue heard this, she suddenly raised her eyelids: "How did you die?"
"On the second day after we went to the banquet, she fell out of the bedroom window and died alive."
"You are so young, you are really beautiful and you have a bad life." The person who was so lively and full of life a few days ago is now a cold corpse. Thinking of this, Gong Yueyue couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Xiaomei didn't wait for her to calm down, and then she said to herself: "It's okay for her to be unlucky, but she also implicated another person to be unlucky too!"
"Who?"
"Master Pan!"
Gong Yueyue was very puzzled: "What does it have to do with him?"
Xiaomei sighed heavily and told her: "Right now, there are rumors everywhere in the city that Master Pan killed her!"
"Where are these things?!" Gong Yueyue almost fainted out of breath.
"Just because she kissed Master Pan in public...so..." Xiaomei thought she didn't understand, so she kindly explained it to her.
"OH, NO!" It was originally a very sad thing, but in the end it made Gong Yueyue dumbfounded.
"Miss, Xiaomei has to say something bad. This thing is so evil, we would rather believe it exists than believe it doesn't exist. From now on, it would be better for Miss to avoid it."
Gong Yueyue disagreed with Xiaomei's nagging advice: "That's ridiculous. Even if you beat me to death, I wouldn't believe such nonsense! She either committed suicide, failed to stand up, or committed murder. What's wrong with that?"
The one who cannot kill is killed by a kiss. Do you think Pan Zhuqing is a biological and chemical weapon? If this is the case, do you still need my husband to fight? He can conquer the whole world by himself, okay?!"
Xiaomei saw that she didn't believe in evil, so she had to change her words and persuade her softly: "But Miss... it's really a coincidence, isn't it? You just have to be careful to sail the ten thousand year ship for the sake of my uncle and the little generals in your belly, right?"
"
Gong Yueyue smiled and pinched her little red apple-like face: "To tell you the truth, I really don't plan to associate with Young Master Pan anymore, but it's definitely not because of the strange power you mentioned.
, just for my husband-in-law."
On the other side of Luoyang City, Pan Zhuqing's carriage just stopped at the gate of Pan's mansion. "Master, we're here!" the carriage driver called softly from outside.
As soon as he stepped off the carriage, Pan Zhuqing heard a lot of chatter everywhere.
"It was him who killed one after another."
"Is he really so evil? He looks like a talented person..."
"This is fate. I was born at the wrong time."
"Daughter, have you seen his appearance clearly? Stay away from him in the future, remember?"
"Kid, remember!"
Pan Zhuqing didn't seem to hear anything and walked towards the door. Xue Jiu was so angry that he raised his eyebrows and shouted in a hard voice: "Get away, everyone!"
A middle-aged woman in the crowd choked with him: "What's so bad about being so bad? Who would want to cling to him if he's so great!"
Xue Jiu turned to look at her, glared, and said through his teeth: "If you talk nonsense again, I will cut your tongue!"
The crowd started shouting again: "How could this be possible?" "Hey, how can you talk?"
Just as Xue Jiu rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward, he was grabbed by Pan Zhuqing beside him: "Stop talking and go in."
A delicate figure in the crowd squeezed out persistently, caught up with Pan Zhuqing and called out in a low voice: "Brother Zhuqing..."
Pan Zhuqing knew it was Miss Fu Yun from the voice. He turned around and smiled with her, then extended his hand to invite her into the house.
Walking on the long and narrow path paved with cobblestones in Pan's mansion, Xue Jiu was still furious: "Master, you really can bear it. Just now I wanted to smash one of them with my fist! Let them keep nagging!"
Pan Zhuqing shook his head and said with a smile: "What is there to argue with these people?"
"Young Master, dinner is ready!" Yu Lian came towards her with a smile on her face, but when she saw Fu Yun following behind Pan Zhuqing, her smile suddenly froze.
During the dinner, although half the table was filled with people eating together, everyone had their own thoughts and the atmosphere was dull.
Suddenly Du Ruotong put down the bowl and chopsticks, blushed and said to Pan Zhuqing very seriously: "Brother, those people outside are really too much. If we come again tomorrow, I will go out and get angry!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Lian, who was standing at the table, also said, "That's right, Second Young Mistress, I'll accompany you! Beat them away with a broom!"
Xue Jiu, who had been sulking for a long time, finally found a comrade-in-arms: "Including Brother Jiu, my uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't bear it either!"
"Master Jiu, what can be tolerated?" Pan Zhuqing was amused by his bizarre words of "uncle", "aunt" and "mother", and finally broke through the ice with a smile on his face.
Xue Jiu was indeed a rough man with little education. He didn't understand why the young master was laughing. He scratched his scalp and asked, "Oh, isn't this pretty much the same?" (To be continued)