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22. Chapter 22 The iron pestle is ground into a needle

In a blink of an eye, we have already exited the intersection of Dongda Street. Not far ahead is a restaurant, Yuelai Restaurant.

Long Qingyue and Long Qingyu entered the backyard of Yuelai Restaurant. The carved beams and painted buildings, the winding corridor courtyard, were splendid and magnificent. It was not like an ordinary small restaurant at all. There was something special inside. They turned a few long corridors and came to a spacious and bright place.

In the room, I saw a crowd of people in front of me, and all kinds of shouts came and went, shouting for a big one, a small one, and a beautiful maid in a pink dress shuttled back and forth carrying drinks and desserts...

It turns out that Jinxitang is a casino!

This is truly the 'gold-selling cave' for the children of upper-class nobles. The whole courtyard looks ordinary from the outside, but inside it is magnificent and extravagant.

A man dressed as a servant walked up to Long Qingyue and the other four, and said to Long Qingyu with a respectful expression: "Master Wu is in the back hall, Master Long, please come with me."

As the boy came to the back hall, unlike the noise outside, it was quiet here. There was a faint scent of sandalwood in the air. It smelled so good that people couldn't help but think of temples on the top of mountains.

The originally tense heart can't help but slowly relax.

On the soft couch in front of him, half-lying, a handsome-looking young man looked careless. There was a beautiful woman at each foot next to him, feeding him grapes and pinching his feet.

This man is none other than Wu Changkuan, the eldest son of Shangshu Mansion.

Sitting on the Grand Master's chair under the soft couch was another young man with a feminine appearance. This young man was also surrounded by two Yingying Yanyans. This man was a collateral disciple of the Prime Minister's Mansion, named Shen Cheng.

Long Qingyue narrowed her eyes slightly, she was quite enjoying it! However, no matter who dared to take advantage of her brother and scheme against the general's mansion, she would never show mercy!

When Wu Changkuan saw the Long Qingyu brother and sister, he couldn't help but laugh sarcastically: "Master Long was so excited that he even brought his roommate here with him. After not seeing each other for a few days, he noticed that his roommate seemed to have become more beautiful." He looked up.

Xiang Long Qingyue, "Why haven't you been chasing the Third Prince and Prince Zhong recently? Haha..."

A cold light flashed in Long Qingyue's eyes, fleeting like a shooting star, and she clenched her fists under her sleeves. Long Qingyu's face suddenly turned cold, and he was about to have an attack. A soft and slender hand grabbed his sleeve,

When he turned around, he happened to face Long Qingyue's indifferent face.

Before Long Qingyu could speak, Long Qingyue had already taken a few steps forward, raised her lips and smiled, "Master Wu is even more elegant, with a beautiful woman in his arms, delicious food and wine, and is as happy as a god. He indulges in sexual pleasure and practices martial arts at the same time.

He is really a young genius! I believe that as long as Mr. Wu works hard, he will be able to grind an iron pestle into a needle!"

Although Wu Changkuan is tall, his complexion is sallow, his eyes are dull, and his body muscles are flabby. At first glance, he looks like an overindulged stallion.

Wu Changkuan didn't understand the meaning of Long Qingyue's words. He only thought that the other party was praising him, and his face couldn't help but look proud. Shen Cheng on the side didn't forget to flatter him.

Long Qingyu was startled at first, and then his face turned red. He was secretly wondering, how could Xiaoyue say such words? She is a woman! However, when he saw the idiotic and proud expressions on Wu Changkuan and Shen Cheng's faces, he couldn't bear it.

I couldn't help but laugh.

In the wing room that is only separated from the lobby by a wall, a man is dressed in a brocade robe as red as blood, holding a cup of tea in his hand. When he heard what Long Qingyue said in the lobby, the corners of his lips curled up in a graceful arc. It was so interesting.

This woman is so shameless. However, it is said that Long Qingyue is a fool, so how could he say such implicitly mocking words?

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