Stepping into the room, a scent hits your nostrils, light, slightly sweet, just right.
The room is elegantly furnished. On the left side is a large bed with gold curtains and brocade quilts. There is a screen next to it with pictures of mandarin ducks embroidered on it. There is an agarwood bathtub behind it.
On the right is a guqin, and a burner of incense is placed on the table, with faint green smoke curling up.
In the middle is a rectangular tea table, with Qingyuan sitting on her left side.
It must be said that the furnishings in this brothel are really luxurious, and ordinary officials' homes would not dare to be so luxurious.
Long Chen walked up to the tea table and saluted. Qing Yuan bowed slightly and returned the salute. Long Chen knelt down on the right side and sat down.
Under the candlelight, when viewed from a close distance, Qingyuan's green silk hair was full of charm. She raised her slender hand and took a jade cup. Yingying poured a cup of tea for Long Chen.
"Master, please give me tea."
Qingyuan's voice is clear and pleasant.
"Thank you."
Long Chen picked up the jade cup and took a sip.
Looking at it from Long Chen's perspective, the background happened to be a big bed with a golden curtain, which was very visually tempting.
There is a beautiful woman in front of you and a bed behind you. What man doesn’t think twice about it?
"Who is the young master? Why has the slave family never heard of him?"
Qingyuan's eyes were filled with emotion, she slightly raised her eyebrows and glanced at Long Chen, then lowered her head slightly and continued to pour tea.
"I have lived in seclusion in Nanshan for many years. I just came to the capital a few days ago to visit relatives and friends, and I happened to be here."
Long Chen wanted to cover up the past and not be entangled in the issue of identity.
Brothel is a romantic relationship, why bother asking where you are going when you come.
Qingyuan also understood this truth and asked no more questions.
"The young man is so talented, the little girl will make two more pairs?"
Qingyuan's bright eyes opened slightly, and there was a slight smile on her face, but it was not obvious.
Long Chen smiled and said: "Please, Madam, give me a question."
The maid came over with a pen and ink, waiting to record the pairing between the two.
This kind of high-level pairs should be written down for everyone to see, and it can also be regarded as the publicity of Wangqing Pavilion.
Qing Yuan and Long Chen came and went, and the maid wrote down dozens of romantic couples.
These good pairs will be left to Wangqing Pavilion’s future readers to appreciate.
It was late at night, and the maid brought a jug of wine and some fruit.
"Master, please."
Qingyuan is no longer as strange as she was at first, and she is no longer so shy when pouring wine for Long Chen.
Long Chen picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Qing Yuan picked up the wine glass, covered her face with her long sleeves, and took a slight sip.
The love and wine made Long Chen a little distracted.
The beautiful woman is like this, she has become a guest in the curtain, and her love and happiness are right in front of her, but she is still a eunuch.
If we indulge ourselves tonight, tomorrow the whole week will be blown up, and maybe the whole world will be blown up.
The eunuch who hangs out with the empress and princess turns out to be a fake. The empress and Di Luoxi will become the laughing stock, and Dazhou will pursue him with all his strength. By then, there will be no place for him in the world...
Long Chen drank wine, looking at Qingyuan with his eyes, and then at the golden curtain behind him, thinking about things in his mind.
Qingyuan drank a few drinks, her face was slightly red, and her eyelids were slightly drooped due to the slight drunkenness. She seemed to be half drunk and half awake, adding a bit of charm.
"What are you thinking about, Master?"
Qingyuan's eyelids drooped slightly, looking lazy and charming.
"It's nothing, I was thinking that the lady is really a fairy."
Qingyuan's cheeks turned red with embarrassment and her body swayed slightly.
"Sir, my wife is a little drunk. Could you please help her up?"
The maid was very sensible. When she saw this situation, she said very wisely.
Long Chen put down the jade cup in his hand, slowly helped Qing Yuan up, and said, "Madam, please rest."
Qing Yuan, slightly drunk, held Long Chen's hand and stood up.
Just when she got up, maybe because she was drunk, or maybe because she had been sitting on her knees for too long, Qingyuan ran into Long Chen's arms, her face was close to Long Chen's and she looked at Long Chen with her eyes, and whispered softly: "Young Master..."
Long Chen smelled the fragrance of Qingyuan, and his heart became fierce, and he decided to fight tonight.
Even if everything turns upside down tomorrow, I will have a wild night tonight.
After pretending to be a fake eunuch for so long, Long Chen was also panicking.
Long Chen picked up Qingyuan with all his strength and walked towards the golden silk tent. The maid was immediately ready to serve her.
When he arrived in front of the bed, Long Chen put down the blue kite. There was a golden silk brocade quilt underneath, and Long Chen put down the curtain again.
Qingyuan was lying on the bed, her head turned slightly to the side, embarrassed to look directly at Long Chen.
"My wife is truly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. There is such a beauty in the world."
Long Chen couldn't help but praise.
Qingyuan's appearance perfectly fits Long Chen's aesthetics, and I like her from the bottom of my heart.
"Young Master is overly praised."
Qingyuan said sheepishly.
Long Chen was about to untie Qing Yuan's clothes, and when he reached over, he saw a red plum blossom birthmark on his neck...
On the snowy neck, the red birthmark is like a red plum in the snow.
A flash of memory suddenly appeared in Long Chen's mind, as if he had seen this plum blossom somewhere... It was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it clearly.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Long Chen suddenly stop, Qing Yuan turned around and asked softly.
Long Chen smiled and said: "This plum blossom of yours seems familiar... I just can't remember where I saw it."
Such cliche rhetoric...
Long Chen himself found it funny.
Qing Yuan's face suddenly changed, and she stretched out her arms to hug Long Chen. Long Chen felt weak all over, and was pulled down by Qing Yuan...
"Have you really seen it?"
Qingyuan's voice sounded in my ears, like a dream...
"Hmm... I think... I've seen it before."
Long Chen wondered if he was drunk because he had a poor drinking capacity.
Qing Yuan has some cultivation, but it is not high. Long Chen should not be pulled down in one fell swoop.
"Have you really seen it? When? Where?"
Qing Yuan's voice suddenly became cold and stern, and she turned over and pressed Long Chen under her.
Long Chen was still trying to search the depths of his memory to find out where he had seen this red birthmark. It seemed like a long time ago, when he was a child...
Before Long Chen could think clearly, he saw Qingyuan slowly pull out a hairpin from her head and put it against Long Chen's throat, with a cold smile on her face.
"Tell me! Where have I seen it? Lord Manager!"
Qingyuan reached out and tore off Long Chen's beard stuck to his lips.
Long Chen's mind was completely awake. He knew that the Qingyuan in front of him was an assassin and his identity had been revealed.
Who set this up?
He Wenbai and Hu Zhiheng?
Who is behind the scenes? Gongsun Yun?
He and Gongsun Yun had some quarrels, but they were definitely not sworn enemies. Why did he stage an assassination attempt?
Not Gongsun Yun, Long Chen rejected this idea.
That is Jing Tianlie and Li Chengdao, only these two.
How could there be an assassin in Wangqing Pavilion? I just happened to meet him.
What a bad luck!
How did Qingyuan choose him? Why did he come here by accident?
My mind was spinning over and over again, but my body was paralyzed and unable to move.
"When did you poison me?"
Long Chen was very careful. He paid attention to the incense burner, wine, and all places that could be poisoned in the room.
Especially wine, he would only drink it if he was sure it was not poisonous.
