Walking into Ji Le Zhai Zi Ying Luo, she felt a strong scent of powder and makeup. One by one, the men dressed enchantingly were either lying in the arms of the women enjoying themselves, or drinking and having fun with the women. Seeing such extravagant scenes, Zi Ying Luo looked very good.
She frowned hard, she didn't like such a luxurious and luxurious place.
The decoration of Ji Le Zhai is extremely luxurious, with crystal jade as lamps, pearls as curtains, and gold as pillar foundations. A six-foot-wide agarwood bed hangs a crocodile gauze tent, which is embroidered with pearls and silver thread begonias all over.
The flowers are swaying in the wind, like falling into the phantom sea of clouds and mountains.
There is a sapphire fragrant pillow on the couch, covered with soft silkworm ice mat, stacked with jade belts and quilts. A huge moon bead hangs on the top of the treasure in the palace, shining like the bright moon. The floor is covered with white jade, embedded in it.
The golden beads were carved into the ground to resemble lotuses, each blossoming into the shape of five lotus flowers. The petals are fresh and exquisite, and even the stamens are delicate and discernible. When you step on them with bare feet, you can only feel the warmth. It is actually hewn from Lantian warm jade, as straight as every step.
The raw jade lotus is as luxurious as Pan Yuer's step into the golden lotus back then.
Presumably the owner behind such a luxurious Bliss House would not be able to take a nap.
"Hey, isn't this our eighth princess and Princess Anle? You guys haven't been here for a long time." A man dressed in a swaggering manner, wearing a floor-length red robe, looked at Zi Yingluo with covetous eyes, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
Hearing this, Anle stepped forward and stretched out his hand to touch the face of the madam, and said with a smile: "Yes, madam, I miss this princess."
"Of course, the slave family really wants to be the princess."
Seeing the coquettish look of the old madam, Zi Yingluo shuddered hard. The same red clothes looked so tacky on him. On the other hand, Gong Ziyu, wearing red clothes, made him even more charming and coquettish.
Diverse.
Thinking of Gong Ziyu, Zi Yingluo felt an inexplicable feeling of loss in her heart. He seemed to have been gone for a long time.
The old bustard looked at Zi Yingluo calmly. In the past, the eighth princess was always very anxious when she came here. Now, why is she so indifferent? After thinking about it, he took a step forward and said, "Why is the eighth princess so indifferent to the slave family?"
What? The eighth princess used to be..." After saying that, she threw herself into Zi Yingluo's arms. Zi Yingluo was startled and turned around to avoid the old madam's wolf hug.
This scene has already attracted many spectators. Seeing that the madam was so depressed, everyone hid their faces and laughed. The madam stamped his feet angrily and looked at Zi Yingluo with a sad look on his face.
An Le smiled awkwardly, took out a stack of banknotes and said to the madam: "My sister is in a bad mood today. Don't mind it. Find a man who doesn't care about her."
The madam dad accepted the banknote and put on a smile again. Such a change of face made Zi Yingluo collapse again.
"Beauty..." At the end of her sentence, Anle skillfully opened up the man's clothes with one hand, and her small hands lingered on the man's body extremely frivolously, directly reaching the state of selflessness.
"Cough,...cough..." Zi Yingluo pretended to cough to cover up her drunkenness, hoping that Anle would notice that there was someone else next to her.
An Le glanced at Zi Yingluo vaguely, thinking that she was hinting that she also wanted a man. She pushed a man to Zi Yingluo's side and said, "Go and accompany my sister."
"I don't want it." Zi Yingluo's calm voice sounded, and no emotion could be heard. An Le was stunned, and the man thought he couldn't get into Zi Yingluo's eyes and sobbed softly.
Anle looked at Zi Yingluo suspiciously and said, "Is it because he can't get into sister Yingluo's eyes?" Before Zi Yingluo could answer, Anle nodded to himself, "Yes, the princes in sister Yingluo's house are serious.
of stunning beauty.”
Unable to bear such a scene, Zi Yingluo stood up gracefully and said, "Anle, you can play, I'm going back."
Then he ignored An Le's roar, opened the door and walked out.