Fengtian came inside, and the pavilion master and Master Wenhe were admiring the dancing of the singers as always.
The master of the pavilion was lying in the curtain, looking lazily at these handsome men. Ever since the incident of the illegitimate child a few months ago, the world has been at peace. There has been no more disturbance among the countries for a long time, which makes the Pavilion Master feel very bored. Every day, he just listens to Wen He's talk and watches the singer. Singing and dancing.
A maid stepped forward gently, bowed her body slightly, and whispered into the tent: "Report to the master of the pavilion, there is a fight downstairs."
It seemed that the peaceful days had gone too long, and the Pavilion Master actually became interested in such trivial matters, and his lazy voice was a little higher——
"Oh? Who is so brave?"
"It's...the Eighth Prince's people are causing trouble here."
The Pavilion Master raised his eyebrows, then couldn't help but laugh and said, "Is there such a thing?"
The maid was well aware of the moody character of the pavilion master. Seeing the pavilion master smiling like a flower, she did not dare to relax at all. She still lowered her head and said nothing, quietly waiting for the order.
"Call him to come up." The master of the pavilion said softly.
"yes……"
The maid responded cautiously and backed away gently.
"Pavilion Master, then..."
Upon seeing this, Young Master Wen He wanted to take the initiative to retreat.
"No need, the young master is not an outsider, so just stay."
For the first time, the pavilion master allowed a man to go to Fengtianlin. This was indeed rare.
Seeing the playful expression on the pavilion master's face, Mr. Wen He consciously stepped aside.
The eighth prince is the young master who was watching coldly downstairs just now. He is the eighth son of the Queen of Korea. His mother is the concubine of King Han, but because his uncle is a popular person in the eyes of his father, so these Even the other princes in the palace had to give in when they saw Nian's evil deeds.
The eighth prince is a womanizer and often comes to Yunyue Pavilion to have fun. But the master of the pavilion is the master of the pavilion after all, and even the queen of Korea must be polite, let alone his son. Therefore, the eighth prince has always kept his peace, and he only seeks pleasure and does not cause trouble. There was such a big commotion today, and after receiving the message from the maid, the Eighth Prince seemed like he should come up and say hello.
After a while, the eighth prince was invited into the pavilion by the maid. The eighth prince looked like a fair-faced young man, and his delicate face was not far behind those of the dancing singers.
Just as he was about to enter the room, the maids on both sides of the door stretched out their hands to block the guards behind him. This person is the one who just had a big fight downstairs. The guard's wide-eyed look is definitely not a good thing.
"The master of the pavilion only invited the prince, and the others are not allowed to enter!"
The Eighth Prince secretly looked at Feng Tianlini from the corner of his eye. He saw the jade legs in the Luo drapery lying across the bed. They were slender, straight and extremely elastic. A pair of soft, plump and drooping jade peaks appeared against the white of the neck. It was particularly tempting, and when he thought about the identity of the woman inside, even though he had seen countless women and had many romantic relationships, he still couldn't restrain his inner turmoil.
The Eighth Prince prides himself on being suave and elegant, so being invited to Fengtianlin is more like a 'honor' for him——
Elegance can never be lost!
Therefore, before his subordinates could speak, the Eighth Prince waved his hand to signal his subordinates to be quiet. Then, he straightened his sleeves and strode in.
When the singers saw the Eighth Prince coming in, they all retreated in awe.
The Eighth Prince walked to the tent, bowed slightly, clasped his hands, and said confidently——
"I wonder if the master of the pavilion has called this prince to come here. What advice can you give me?"
The pavilion master looked around at the Eighth Prince's delicate face, but hesitated to speak. He looked like a noble queen choosing a handsome face, or like a shy girl looking at the man she liked. Her eyes and posture revealed a lot of things. It's domineering, yet hiding a bit of shyness, and a bit of desire.
Seeing that the pavilion master never responded, the eighth prince was a little at a loss outside the tent. Through the light curtain, he felt that the people inside seemed to be examining him, but also seemed to be teasing him. But no matter what, he didn't dare to have a random attack - partly because of his face, partly because... he was facing no one else, but the Pavilion Master of Yunyue Pavilion! A strong man that he had to fear.
"Giggle--"
I don't know how long it took, but when the Eighth Prince was a little at a loss, a sweet and charming laughter came from inside the curtain.
This sweet laugh made the Eighth Prince's bones brittle and his body became more than half lighter. This extremely soft voice floated in from the eighth prince's left ear, traveled around the body and floated out from his right ear. Everywhere it touched was extremely numb and itchy, and it felt like a weak, boneless hand gently caressing it. His whole body aroused him to a state of ecstasy.
"I have heard for a long time that the Eighth Prince is as beautiful as Chang'an's 'Jealous Yuying'. When I saw that it was true today, I couldn't help but look at him a few more times. He made the Eighth Prince laugh. I am here to make amends to the Eighth Prince."
The pavilion master leaned slightly and made an 'apology' gesture.
After hearing this, every part of the Eighth Prince's body felt extremely comfortable - who is the master of the pavilion? Looking at the powerful person who is also ranked in the Central Plains, she is also a delicate beauty. I am afraid she is not much better than the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains, right? Now calling yourself a 'little lady' in front of yourself?
Men are vain after all. After hearing the words of the Pavilion Master, the Eighth Prince boldly said——
"If Sister Pavilion Master wants to see it, then take a second look."
After all, the Eighth Prince had been struggling in the rouge pile for many years. After a brief period of trance, he immediately woke up and blurted out the word "sister" instinctively. Hearing that the master of Yunyue Pavilion likes young and handsome men, could it be...
After a long time, seeing that the woman did not yell loudly or show any signs of anger, the Eighth Prince gradually looked at Luo Guannai wildly, as if he wanted to regain the situation just now.
"Then sister needs to take a closer look!"
Just as the Eighth Prince looked wantonly inside the curtain, a jade hand suddenly stretched out from inside. The skin of this jade hand is as white as grease and can be broken by a blow.
The red curtain was gradually lifted up by this jade hand, along with the Eighth Prince's rippling heartstrings.
When the red curtain was rolled up, a beautiful figure climbed up from the bed following Yushou.
The slender fingers are connected to the white arms, and the jade peaks are half-draped with tulle. Perhaps because of leaning out, a pair of looming plump breasts are gently swaying, firmly attracting the Eighth Prince's attention. The pair of snow-white peaks swayed gently in the bright red and loose robe, which made the Eighth Prince's pupils shrink slightly and his blood surge.
The pair of jade rabbits in this red dress must be very soft... The eighth prince didn't care about his status as a prince or the image of a romantic and talented man, he was completely caught up in endless fantasies.
Just when the Eighth Prince was in a state of mind, his chin was suddenly lifted up by something slender and somewhat cold. After a closer look, it turned out to be the pavilion master's jade finger holding his chin. Normally, the Eighth Prince would definitely turn his back on the guest and take this woman into his arms, but at this moment, he would not dare to do anything if he was given a few more heart-warming and courageous things.
The Eighth Prince was actually a little at a loss. Although he had just looked at Luo Guannei unscrupulously, there was a layer of gauze between them at that time. At this time, he felt inexplicably nervous.
The Eighth Prince carefully raised his eyes, and with a little obsession and reluctance, he gradually moved his eyes upward along the plumpness and whiteness, and slowly moved along the beautiful neck, fearing that he would miss every detail. Then, a round and slightly angular lower jaw came into his sight, and then, a pair of delicate but plump red lips, followed by a tall and straight nose. At this point, the Eighth Prince's heart beat a little faster, and his eyes did not dare to move upward.
At this time, the bright red lips breathed out like orchid, gently blowing the fragrant breath to the Eighth Prince's mouth and nose. The Eighth Prince's body trembled slightly and cautiously, and he took a deep breath greedily. He swallowed unconsciously, and his eyes gradually became blurred. Finally, under the control of the heat in his lower abdomen, he raised his eyes, and finally met those eyes -
A pair of bright eyes under long black eyelashes were looking at the Eighth Prince. They were extremely attractive eyes, with a hint of light blue in the brown eyes. What's even more terrible is that this gaze is extremely pure and clear, no different from that of a young lady who has not yet left the court, or a young girl who is not familiar with the affairs of men and women. But when things go to the extreme, they turn the other way. When purity reaches the extreme, it gives people a feeling of being charming and demon-like.
However, in just a short moment, the Eighth Prince had a lot of thoughts in his heart. He had a passionate feeling that he was willing to go to heaven and sea for this woman, regardless of anything, and he also had an urge to hold this woman in his arms, press him under his body, and ravage her wantonly.
But no matter what kind of excitement and impulse, the Eighth Prince held it back. Even at this time, he didn't even dare to say a word.
The cold jade fingers gently rubbed the Eighth Prince's face. He slowly closed his eyes and his breathing became faster and heavier. He really felt like he was in heaven.
Suddenly, the jade finger lifted up and quickly left the eighth prince's handsome face.
The eighth prince shivered and almost couldn't hold on, almost falling on the pavilion master's bed.
The Eighth Prince opened his eyes with unfinished thoughts, seemingly enjoying the brief 'skin-to-skin contact' just now. When he came back to his senses, he found himself crawling in front of the Pavilion Master with his hair disheveled.
It turned out that at that moment, the pavilion master's jade hand took away the eighth prince's jade hairpin. At this moment, the eighth prince looked like a wild dog in heat. I am afraid that if the pavilion master asked him to kill himself with a knife, he would not say a word. Do as you are told.
At this moment, the Pavilion Master's smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a cold expression.
The Eighth Prince looked at the beauty in front of him with wandering eyes just now, extremely ambiguous, but now he looked like a high and mighty queen. The lust in the Eighth Prince's lower body quickly dissipated, and he immediately regained his senses. He pretended to be calm and asked, "What's wrong with my sister, Pavilion Master? Is there anything wrong with this prince?"
The corner of the pavilion master's mouth was slightly raised, and he looked at the Eighth Prince with a sneer. His voice had no fluctuation and no emotion.
"The Eighth Prince has not offended this pavilion, but the prince's men have broken the rules of this pavilion."
"oh?"
"Private fighting has always been prohibited in Yunyue Pavilion. Violators will die!"
The Eighth Prince was startled, and then he pretended to smile calmly and said, "Sister Pavilion Master, my guard really doesn't understand the rules today. It's because I usually have no control over him, but he is also eager to protect the master. I don't know what Sister Pavilion Master can do." But for the sake of my prince’s face, if you open up a little, I will be extremely grateful. In the future..."
Seeing that the pavilion master was silent, the eighth prince wisely chose to shut up and did not continue.
Although Yunyue Pavilion is located in Xinzheng, due to the existence of the pavilion master, the power of life and death of the people inside does not follow the laws of the Later Han Dynasty. Therefore, as long as no big commotion is made, the royal family will turn a blind eye. , and besides, under the administration of the Pavilion Master in recent years, there have been far fewer cases of practitioners getting into fights and killing each other. But the person who committed the crime today was the guard of the Eighth Prince. The Eighth Prince represents the face of the royal family. If the Pavilion Master really kills him, I'm afraid...
The Eighth Prince suddenly changed his expression and looked at the Pavilion Master with an aggrieved look, as if he was trying to please or coquettishly.
"Giggle--"
Suddenly, the Pavilion Master covered his face and smiled coquettishly. The cold and serious demeanor disappeared in an instant, as if he was a different person. At this time, he was laughing uncontrollably, as if he had seen something particularly funny.
The Eighth Prince saw this woman changing her face so quickly. One moment she was as weak as catkins in the wind, the next moment she was as cold as a supreme king, and the next moment she was laughing so hard that her branches were trembling with laughter. He felt frightened in his heart, and a little cold sweat broke out on his back, which made him feel helpless. response.
"Why are you laughing, Sister Pavilion Master?"
"Giggle--I laughed at how cute the Eighth Prince is. I was just joking, but the Eighth Prince is so nervous."
Seeing the pavilion master laughing louder and more unscrupulously, the eighth prince became increasingly uneasy.
