Seeing the surprise in the eyes of the usually calm young master, Feng's mother asked in horror.
Nangong Yu nodded, "Leave her to me."
After saying this, Nangong Yu took Lu Wushuang from Xia Yun and Xia Xiang's hands, picked her up and walked to her private room in Fengyue Tower.
Looking at Nangong Yu's leaving figure, Mother Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the young master didn't blame her. At the same time, she didn't have to worry about Lu Wushuang waking up and the "spring breeze" in her body taking effect, and there was no one to detoxify her.
On the third floor, the innermost room is the largest and most luxurious room in the entire Fengyue Building. This room is where Nangong Yu lives. Except for Feng's mother, only the oiran Rufeng from Fengyue Building can enter this room.
Nangong Yu carried the veiled Lu Wushuang to the stairs and was about to climb up the stairs to the third floor. By coincidence, Chen Boxuan pulled Bei Tangye and was about to climb up the stairs to the second floor.
"Boxuan, if you want to drink flower wine, I will give you the money directly. Why don't you go and drink alone? Why do you want to drag me along?" Being dragged by his friend, Beitang Ye was helpless.
"What's the point of me drinking alone? Don't forget, you lost to me in the last martial arts competition. You must treat me to this feast of wine. Not only do you have to treat me, but you also have to accompany me." Chen Boxuan is not going to let it go.
Passing Beitang Ye, his hand kept holding Beitang Ye tightly.
The two grown men walked together, tugging and tugging, which attracted the attention of everyone in Fengyue Tower.
Facing the strange looks from everyone, Beitang Ye didn't want to attract attention. If his mother and queen found out about visiting a brothel, there's no guarantee that ten or eight women would be sent to his Qi Prince's Mansion tomorrow. He hurriedly
He lowered his head and allowed Chen Boxuan to pull him up the stairs.
When passing by Nangong Yu, a familiar fragrance floated over. It was somewhat similar to the fragrance on Shuang Yatou, but it was more gaudy and powdery than the pleasant fragrance on Shuang Yatou. This was all due to Mother Feng.
Thanks to his efforts, someone put a light layer of powder on Lu Wushuang's face.
Bei Tangye paused and looked sideways at Nangong Yu. Before his eyes could catch the woman Nangong Yu was holding in his arms, he was completely attracted by Nangong Yu's gentle and jade-like face.
Beitang Ye narrowed his narrow eyes slightly and looked at Nangong Yu, the god of wind. He remembered everyone's comments about Nangong Yu, the prince of Dinan Kingdom. He was a jade-like man, as elegant as the breeze of bamboo dew, and his pearls were as smooth as jade.
Such grace.
He vaguely guessed the identity of the other party, but he was not sure. It seemed that he would have to have someone check it out after leaving Fengyue Tower.
Similarly, when Bei Tangye looked at Nangong Yu, Nangong Yu smiled lightly, as warm as jade. His black eyes as deep as the sea also narrowed slightly, blocking the sharpness in his eyes, and met Bei Tangye's gaze.
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Looking at Beitang Ye, who was dressed in purple clothes, enchanting and charming, with a hint of nobility between his brows, and when he thought about the word "Boxuan" he just said in his mouth, he thought that he had already guessed the identity of the other party.
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Beitang Ye, the Prince of Qi in Bei Tiao Kingdom, is extremely handsome and evil, and has been close friends with Chen Boxuan, the eldest son of the Chen family since childhood.
"Ye, don't be in a daze. A girl will perform on stage in a while. Let's go quickly." Chen Boxuan urged anxiously, pulling Beitang Ye up the stairs to the reserved private room on the second floor. His
A call made Nangong Yu more sure of his guess.
After Bei Tangye and Chen Boxuan walked into the private room on the second floor, Nangong Yu hugged Lu Wushuang and walked to his room on the third floor.
Putting Lu Wushuang gently on the bed, Nangong Yu sat on the edge of the bed. He gently removed the veil from Lu Wushuang's face and raised his hand to gently caress her face.
"I thought we would never see each other again after we parted ways on the cliff behind Qingyin Temple. Unexpectedly, I bumped into you at Fengyue Tower. Is this the fate between us?" Nangong Yu murmured to himself, as dark as jade.
His pupils were filled with tenderness that even he himself had not noticed.
"Hot, so hot."
When Nangong Yu's slender fingers were carefully tracing Lu Wushuang's eyebrows, all the effects of the drug in her body happened to dissipate, and her blurred eyes opened.
However, the "spring breeze" that had been delayed for several hours now surged through her body like a flood that burst a dam.
She felt as if she was in a volcano, and the blood in her body was about to boil.
The only thing that brought her coolness was Nangong Yu's fingers on her face.
Her eyes were blurred, as if covered with a layer of ambiguous mist, so charming that they could drip.
She raised her hand and pulled her clothes randomly with one hand, her shoulders were half exposed, and the beautiful scenery on her chest was vaguely exposed in the air. But her other hand subconsciously grabbed Nangong Yu's hand,
Let his big hand touch your cheek, bringing a sense of coolness.
"Yes." Lu Wushuang let out a charming moan in comfort, holding his hand and sliding it slowly down his face...