"Nunnu was born in the north. I have always heard that southerners are elegant. Now that I meet this gentleman, he is indeed handsome and elegant. Although I have the appearance of a willow tree, I would like to recommend myself to you. But if I can spend a night with a small official, my remaining wishes will be enough!"
Wugu Lunyingge's face was full of tenderness, and while speaking in a very seductive tone, she walked towards Yang Yuan gracefully.
She is still young, with her hair braided in a bun, a ruby heart-shaped forehead pendant in front of her forehead, a few small braids hanging playfully on her shoulders, her eyes like dots of lacquer, lips as bright as painted red, and skin like Fresh snow, small nose and curled lips, full of attacking energy.
Wearing a lake green narrow-sleeved brocade-edged coat and a pair of white and silver obscene trousers, she also showed a very graceful figure. She didn't wear shoes and socks, and her slender feet painted with dandelions were walking on the soft carpet like a cat in a straight line. Therefore, her swaying waist had a moving rhythm, three points deliberate and seven points. Very natural.
Because there is a certain degree of deliberateness, it reveals a kind of deliberate youthfulness of a girl. Because she is 70% natural, it further highlights the innate ability of a beauty.
Yang Yuan took a few steps back cautiously, until his body hit the incense table behind him, knocking a few citron fruits in the lacquer plate to the ground, and Yang Yuan could only stop.
Yang Yuan didn't even believe a single punctuation mark in what this little girl from the Kingdom of Jin said.
Where did he get his handsomeness? Is this what he looks like now?
A straw hat, a short brown jacket, a wrinkled sweat towel and a bamboo water bottle tied around the waist!
He wears a pair of crotch-fitting trousers, leggings with an inverted curl, and a pair of straw sandals that need to be threaded...
Although he does look good, his appearance has nothing to do with being elegant, handsome and romantic.
It's a scam! There must be some fraud! But, what does this noble lady from the Kingdom of Jin want from him? He's just a delivery boy.
Yes, there was some takeout business during the Song Dynasty. It's just that ordering takeout at this time is called "suohuang", and the delivery boy is called "xianhan".
Yang Yuan picked up this business from Lin'an City's Houshi Street and sent it all the way to the foot of Gaoting Mountain. Is the girl planning to repay the debt with food and flesh?
It makes no sense, this is the Banjing Pavilion, a post specially designed to entertain envoys from the Kingdom of Jin.
Just from the horseshoe-footed mountain-style incense table that he holds upside down with one hand, we can know that the owner here has a good status.
The incense table has three grids: high, medium and low. On the lower grid is a delicate rattan jar with a few seasonal flowers inserted randomly inside. There is a lacquer plate in the middle, which contains a dozen juicy citron fruits. On the high grid is an exquisite small incense burner, with animal smoke rising.
Looking at the furnishings in the room, every stool, table, and case are all golden nanmu with beautiful texture and gorgeous color. Golden nanmu has been widely used by dignitaries to make furniture since the Song Dynasty.
Although Banjing Pavilion was a post specially used by the Song Dynasty court to receive envoys from the Kingdom of Jin, the owner of a room with such expensive and exquisite furniture must have been an important member of the envoys from the Kingdom of Jin. Will she be greedy for an idle man who sends "calls"? She is not a Japanese girl who came to the Song Dynasty to save her family.
Any man with some sense would not believe this pie falling from the sky, even if it was particularly bright and dazzling. What's more, Yang Yuan was a person who came to this era from the 21st century by accident and chaos in time and space more than a year ago.
In Yang Yuan's original world, he was a crisis public relations officer for "Youqiu Media". After just over a year in the industry, he had already made a name for himself and gained the attention of his boss. Of course, this is also inseparable from his master's careful guidance. His master's name is Yan Min. Sister Min is three years older than him. She is the number one PR gold medalist of "Youqiu Media", an elegant and intellectual urban beauty.
With Sister Min's loving guidance, he, Yang Yuan, had already eaten with someone he had met before. How could he be seduced by such a clumsy and immature method?
When Yingge said this embarrassing line, her white jade face couldn't help but reveal a touch of red. It was so shameful to learn the lines from the Song Dynasty dialect book. If Yang Yuan hadn't become a dead person soon, she really wouldn't be able to speak.
"Hehe, little official, don't hide. Nunu just wants to have a good night with your husband, and he doesn't want to eat you."
Yingge pointed a finger at Yang Yuan's chest coquettishly. The daughters of the Song Dynasty all humbly call themselves "nujia", and "nunu" is a term of endearment used in situations of coquettishness and infatuation. Yingge has studied sinology deeply, and she understands.
Because of Yang Yuan's retreat, Yingge became more courageous. She put a soft hand on Yang Yuan's shoulder and breathed like orchid: "The weather in the south is already very hot in May, Nunu has already I have prepared a fragrant soup. I will take a bath first, okay?"
Wugu Lunyingge babbled to the side. Next to it was a screen with a lotus pattern inlaid with marble relief. There was a faint mist rising behind the screen. From this angle, you could still see the oval exposed on the edge of the screen. A corner of a bathtub.
Yang Yuan raised the shiny food box in her hand: "Little lady, I'm just a sender. I'm not asking for help!"
Wu Gulunyingge was amused by Yang Yuan and laughed. She tilted her head and looked at him like a bird. Under the ingot-shaped earrings, the pair of small and exquisite golden acorn earrings were on her shoulders because of this movement. The braids of hair jumped lively.
"Little official, you are so honest. You are not as courageous as Nunu. Isn't Nunu beautiful enough?" Wugu Lun Yingge winked at Yang Yuan.
Yang Yuan increasingly felt that there was a big conspiracy hidden in it.
This Jing Pavilion is an important place for entertaining envoys from the Kingdom of Jin. Logically speaking, an idle man cannot enter. When he sent the "suo call", he only wanted to deliver it to the door of Banjing Hall. Unexpectedly, there was a little maid Aman leading him. The soldiers of the Song Dynasty guarding the door did not dare to stop him. He actually entered the hall and got here, and then he met this man. A girl who pretends to be a nymphomaniac.
Although Yang Yuan still didn't know her purpose, she instinctively felt that a huge crisis was about to happen.
"Girl, please respect yourself, I'm..."
Before Yang Yuan finished speaking, a hurried voice suddenly came from outside: "Girl, girl, the little prince is coming."
It was her voice, the voice of the little maid Aman who had brought him here. Yang Yuan immediately recognized her identity from the caller's voice.
Wu Gu's talk about Yingge suddenly became anxious. What Song people said about women chasing men is all lies. People are so shameless, and this stinky man won't take the bait!
Wugu Lun Yingge was furious. He suddenly took a step forward, raised his hand, and his green sleeves fell down. The boot knife he held behind his wrist came out and was placed on Yang Yuan's neck.
"If you, an idle fellow, take advantage of sex, you will kill me without any guilt. But you won't be fooled!"
The knife slapped Yang Yuan's cheek, and Yingge sneered: "It's just an ant, why bother struggling?"
"Should ants accept their fate? Have you never heard of a man's blood splattering five feet in anger? If this blood is the blood of an emperor, is he still an ant?"
Yang Yuan asked calmly: "It's just that I don't understand. There is no enmity between me and the young lady. Why do you want to kill me?"
Yang Yuan didn't think that the girl in front of him was joking. Although there was no murderous intent in the girl's eyes, there was a touch of indifference towards life. She really... didn't take Yang Yuan's life seriously.
It has been more than a year since Yang Yuan came to this era. It is now the 24th year of Shaoxing and Zhao Gou is the emperor.
Based on what Yang Yuan had seen and heard over the past year, he knew very well that for the nobles of the Jin Kingdom, which was still a slave country, slaves were not considered human beings at all in the concepts they had developed since childhood, while the Song people were In his eyes, he was no different from their slaves.
Just because he was convinced that the woman from the Jin Kingdom in front of him was serious, Yang Yuan became calmer and calmer. In dealing with countless crises, he has already understood the truth that the more critical the situation, the more calm he must be. Otherwise, you may miss your only chance to make a comeback.
"No, no, no, I won't kill you!"
Wugu Lunying Ge Yanran said: "I won't kill you with my own hands. The person who wants to kill you will be here soon. You'd better be good, otherwise I won't mind doing it myself."
She brought me here by ordering takeout, and there were at least seven or eight people on Qingshi Alley delivering "calls".
In other words, this "I" is random, as long as it is a man, she does not have a clear goal.
She said she was not the one who was going to kill me, but she didn't mind doing it herself if I tried to resist or escape.
She originally wanted to use her lust to lure me to take off my clothes and take a shower. Obviously, if I was taking a shower when the little prince mentioned by Ah Man came, the scene would be more beneficial to her...
Yang Yuan quickly picked out a few key points from the limited information, and then made the most reasonable inference: "Does the young lady want to concoct a romantic scandal to taint herself? Is it possible that you want to get rid of that little prince?" But someone who can’t get rid of him? Doesn’t the young lady have an unsatisfactory engagement with him? "
Seeing Wugu Lun Yingge's eyes suddenly widened, Yang Yuan knew that he had guessed correctly. With his mind spinning, Yang Yuan immediately lowered his voice. Although the situation was urgent, his voice was still clear and low. Psychologically speaking, such a voice is more convincing.
"Girl, you have killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses on yourself. What's the benefit of clearing your name? Besides, don't you feel guilty for taking the life of an innocent person? From now on, you will have an uneasy conscience, no food and drink, and will be depressed. …”
Wugu Lun Yingge's red lips like water chestnuts twitched slightly when he said: "It doesn't matter...it doesn't have to be so serious..."
"How could it not be serious? After all, you are such a kind girl."
This..., Yingge felt that his words were a bit difficult to refute, so she had to remain silent.
Yang Yuan continued: "What's more, even if you achieve your goal, your reputation will be ruined. With such a bad reputation, will your parents be furious? How will you be embarrassed to talk to the man you really like in the future? affection?"
"Well……"
Wugu Lun Yingge frowned at what he said. She didn't understand what Yang Yuan said, but... without strong medicine, she had no hope of breaking off the engagement with the Wanyan family. What could she do? She is also desperate!
Yang Yuan struck while the iron was hot: "Actually, girl, you don't need to use this lose-lose method, I can help you."
Wugu Lun Yingge looked at Yang Yuan suspiciously: "You?"
Yang Yuan puffed up her chest slightly: "That's right! It's me! To be honest, Youqiu Media, the gold medal PR, it's me!"
Wugu commented on Yingge and said doubtfully: "What media, what public relations?"
"That's not important. You just need to know that in addition to being an idle guy who delivers food, I also have another identity, the 'Youqiu Si' to guide envoys."
Yingge's eyes suddenly shrank, and there was a faint murderous look in her eyes: "Are you a secret spy of the Song Dynasty?"
The tip of the knife tightened in her throat, and a tingling sensation was already felt on her skin. Yang Yuan quickly explained: "The girl misunderstood, 'Youqiu Si' is a jianghu organization that specializes in collecting money to help people solve their problems and eliminate troubles."
"Stop bluffing me!" Yingge sneered.
Yang Yuan said: "Everything I say below is true. I can really help you. I have a way for you to achieve your goal without having to taint yourself."
"Really? What can you do?" Wugu Lun Yingge began to be dubious.
At this time, the anxious voice of the little maid Ah Man came from outside the door: "Girl, I saw the young prince. He is about to enter our yard."
"Aman, follow the plan!"
Wu Gulunyingge gave instructions to the outside, and then looked at Yang Yuan: "I'm sorry, it's too late."
"There's enough time!" Yang Zhi suddenly raised a finger and pushed the boot knife on his neck outward.
The blade of the boot knife was very sharp. Although Yingge had no time to exert any force, the sharp blade cut Yang Yuan's fingertips.
Yingge shouted: "What are you doing?"
Yang Yuan didn't answer. He turned around and rushed towards Miss Yingge's embroidered couch. From the half-lifted curtain, Yang Yuan saw a handkerchief next to the embroidered pillow.
Because Yang Yuan rushed towards the bed, Wu Gulunyingge, who thought he was about to flee, stopped him. She suddenly froze and looked at Yang Yuan blankly.
Yang Yuan rushed to the embroidered couch, reached out and grabbed the snow-blue orchid double-sided embroidered handkerchief on the pillow, and shook it open. Then, he quickly smeared the blood on his fingertips a few times on the snow-green handkerchief.
Then, Yang Yuan turned around, raised the blood-stained embroidered handkerchief to Ying Ge, and curved his eyes in two beautiful arcs...
