After Xiaomei asked this question, there was no answer from Qingyi for a long time. When she opened her eyes, she found that Qingyi was looking at the tea cup in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.
"Miss?" Xiaomei called out doubtfully.
Qingyi raised his head and looked at her, "Xiaomei, do you think I should go back? Soon, uncle's new concubine will enter the palace. If I really want to go back, in what capacity will I go back? Do you think we should go back?"
Will I ever meet a woman like Demi again?"
What Qing Yi asked was not so much about Xiaomei as it was about herself. She had been thinking about these things since Ling Aojue appeared.
Xiaomei didn't speak. How could she understand these things? She was older than Qing, but her IQ was only suitable for making money.
"That's all, let's just take it one step at a time." Qingyi closed her eyes and opened them again. The confusion in her eyes had disappeared. She had a plan in her heart, but there were some things that she couldn't do until they reached that point.
Don't want to leave.
In the lobby of Zui brothel, the atmosphere on the scene has reached a fever pitch. The second bid was twice as high as the first. The madam secretly calculated that the income for this night was nearly 90 million taels in silver notes.
, not including the 100 million gold written by Ling Aojue.
The ten newly selected candidates and the original ten were brought along by the madam.
As soon as Ling Aojue and others arrived on the third floor, the fire around them instantly went out, and everyone fell into darkness. At this moment, someone suddenly screamed and ran outside like a madman.
, after bumping into several people in a row, it returned to calm. Everyone became alert because of this sudden change.
There was the first one, and immediately there was the second one, and there was another scream, and this time the nerves of everyone present were tense.
The voice of the madam rang out in the darkness, "Dear guests, it is not enough for us courtesans to make money by selling themselves. You must also know martial arts, and this level is to test your martial arts. Among the twenty of you, only ten
Individuals can walk out from here, but who they are depends on their abilities."
As soon as the madam said these words, there was a sound of swords piercing flesh and blood in the darkness, and people on the scene started to take action impatiently.
Ling Aojue frowned. It was his smile, but why did he do it in this way?
If he hadn't been sure that the person was Qing Yi, Ling Aojue would have attributed all of this to a trap specially set for him by others. Everything looked too much like a trap aimed at him and seeking his life.
Someone attacked Ling Aojue. Ling Aojue felt the murderous intent and dodged away. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of the person who assassinated him. With a strong force, there was a click, and the man was dead.
There was a smell of blood floating in the air. After the third attack, the lights in the room turned on and the madam's voice sounded again, "Congratulations to all guests, you can enter the fourth floor with the slave family."
The corpses on the ground were quickly cleaned up. Before Ling Aojue left, he glanced at the people who were cleaning up the corpses, and his eyes became sharp. These people had all undergone special training.
Entering the fourth floor, everyone was taken to a separate room. The old bustard said, "Dear guests, please take a shower first and enjoy the special gifts that our drunken brothel has prepared for you. After you take a shower, you can bring
You all have gone to meet our courtesan."
Ling Aojue entered the room and did not move. Instead, he looked at everything around him. He walked around the screen and saw a hot spring in front of him. It was still emitting hot air. He was able to prepare a hot spring in the room on the fourth floor of Zuiqinglou. He had to
I admire the owner of this drunken brothel.
While he was observing the room, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a woman who looked at least five points similar to Wan'er appeared in the room. Ling Aojue frowned deeply.
He saw the woman walking towards him with a charming smile, and whispered softly, "Master, let me serve you."
After saying that, he began to undress and take off his belt, but before she could take off her clothes, Ling Aojue's body flashed and he grabbed her neck and sent her directly to the west without any words.
The suspicion in his heart became stronger and stronger. Is that woman really Xiaoxiao? If she was Xiaoxiao, why did she do these things?
After two cups of tea, the madam's voice sounded again, and this time there were only three men walking out of the room, and Ling Aojue was one of them.
"Three guests, please come this way."
The Madam brought the three of them to the stairs, handed them over to Xiaomei who was waiting at the stairs, smiled, and then left.
Xiaomei stood there and found that Ling Aojue's eyes were cold when he looked at her, with a murderous look in her heart. A flash of surprise flashed through Xiaomei's heart. Why did the king look at her like this? Could it be that the princess had done something to make the king angry?
?
Xiaomei was so caught up in Ling Aojue's gaze that she didn't even see the faces of the other two people clearly, so she took the three of them to the top floor to meet Qingyi. She really didn't have the guts to remain calm under Ling Aojue's gaze.
"Young masters, please wait outside the door for a moment." Xiaomei saluted, opened the door and entered Qingyi's room.
After a while, the door was opened and the three people were invited in. However, they did not see Qing Yi. They only saw a flash of the screen, and they could vaguely see the shadow of Qing Yi sitting behind the screen, sipping tea.
Only then did Xiaomei see the appearance of the other two people clearly. Compared with Ling Aojue, the appearance of these two people was really inconspicuous, but the temperament they exuded and the look in their eyes could not make Xiaomei distinguish them from ordinary people.
People become equal.
Ling Aojue stood in the middle. On the left was a man dressed in white, with a cold look in his eyes, and a sense of alienation that made people thousands of miles away. On the right was a man dressed in purple robes, with a hint of something like a smile on the corner of his mouth.
The curve of the smile is not a smile, but there is a vague evil spirit in it.
Xiaomei only glanced at it twice, then hurriedly withdrew her gaze, feeling a little more timid in her heart. These two people didn't seem to be easy to mess with. How could the princess end up well now?
"Xiaomei, prepare seats for the three young masters." Qingyi's voice came faintly from behind the screen.
Xiaomei was stunned, and hurriedly led the three of them to a table nearby, and said to the three of them, "Young Masters, please."
The three of them walked over and sat on a table. The depressing atmosphere made it hard to breathe. Ling Aojue felt a meaningful gaze next to him, which was projected towards him, and he raised his eyes to scan
He walked over and saw that neither of them was looking at him.