Young Master Liu walked out of Wenren Yunshu's room with a depressed expression and kicked the court pillar on the side.
"What is this thing called? Aborting the business half way through?"
Thinking of the passionate and tender Wen Ren Yunshu, and the sudden death of Wen Ren Zheng, Young Master Liu felt both regret and relief.
It was impossible for Young Master Liu not to react at all to Wenren Yunshu's meticulous care during this period.
But it is still difficult to accept it from the bottom of my heart.
But it was unrealistic to say that he didn't have any regrets when he threw himself into the arms of such a delicate beauty, but in the end it came to a natural end.
Liu Mingzhi looked back at Wenren Yunshu's courtyard, doubts rising on his brows.
"The old man has been mumbling a lot during this time. Why does he feel like something is not right?"
"Isn't it pleasant to be with my junior brother? No way. Although my junior brother is a Turk, his respect for his master is not much worse than mine."
To be fair, Huyan Yunyao treated the old man with more respect than he did when he was in Jiangnan, so the old man would not suffer any embarrassment at Huyan Royal Court.
Wen Renzheng, whose deadline was approaching, told no one except his granddaughter, so that his various behaviors during this period left his closed disciple Liu Dashao puzzled.
Liu Mingzhi murmured as he walked towards the inner courtyard. He saw Qinglian in the courtyard who was teaching her children to practice Gu skills while holding a wooden statue and shook her head with a chuckle.
This silly girl plans to fully promote the Miao Gu technique in her own family.
After scanning around Young Master Liu, he realized that except for himself, it turned out that Qi Yun and the others lived a fulfilling life every day.
Qinglian taught Gu art, Qi Yun taught swordsmanship, Qi Ya taught several children Qinggong every now and then after making wine, and Murong Shan worked hard every day with Ying An and her family.
The third princess taught her children poetry and calligraphy, and Ying'er breastfed her daughter. Except for Yun Qingshi, who still stayed behind closed doors, everyone seemed to be living a more contented life than he, the governor of the two palaces.
Wanting to gather several women together to chat, but fearing that they would be caught drinking porridge, Young Master Liu looked around the inner courtyard and found that there was no room for him.
If you can't cultivate the Yin-Yang Harmony and Great Compassion to the fourth level, you will never be able to stand up in front of ladies.
But maybe I really don’t have the omnipotent benefits of a time traveler. I am being flirted with by a group of women all day long but I still can’t do anything about it.
If you want to resist, your strength doesn't allow it.
Young Master Liu regretted why he didn't ask for advice when he met the old magician Li Buyi last time in Jiangnan.
As a strange person, Li Buyi should have been extremely proficient in Taoist classics, which is better than just thinking about it here. However, he forgot about it because of Wenren Yunshu's request for hexagrams.
After thinking about this, Young Master Liu let out a melancholy sigh, and secretly glanced at the busy ladies, sneaking around the corner like thieves in his own home.
There was no other way, Young Master Liu didn't want to be so critical because he was afraid that if some lady noticed him with sharp eyes and asked him to drink porridge, his life would be shortened.
Although he is an eighth-grade master, an eighth-grade master is not indestructible.
If we want to achieve a true harmony of yin and yang and nourish each other, it’s probably a long way to go!
"Hello, sir!"
Young Master Liu was startled, looked at the three singers standing in front of him and responded with a chuckle: "You guys, have you finished your dance practice?"
The three singers looked at Young Master Liu with resentment: "The slaves have finished practicing, but since arriving in Yingzhou, except for that day last year, my father-in-law has never asked my sisters to dance for you. Isn't that right?" I despise my slave sisters!"
Young Master Liu looked at the resentful eyes of the three beautiful girls, and then he remembered that there were 200 singers and dancers gifted by the emperor living in the side courtyard of the Governor's Mansion.
"No, no, I am very busy with official work. I will definitely go when I have time. You must practice your dance well and show your full strength to impress me."
The three girls nodded hurriedly: "I will go and tell the sisters now. Master, please do your work first. I, the slaves and sisters, will leave first."
Young Master Liu looked regretfully at the three girls who were leaving hand in hand: "Young masters can't even feed themselves with flowers, how can they have time to think about wild flowers!"
"There are still more than 200 enchanting wild flowers, I'm afraid they will die young!"
Young Master Liu shook his head dejectedly, looking at the retreating figures of the three girls and thinking for a moment.
It's a waste for these hundreds of singers and dancers to stay in their own homes. I can't think of any other ideas. I really can't return their household registrations to them and let them return to their husbands.
All the singers and dancers who can be sent to the palace are innocent. After obtaining the household registration, it is extremely easy to find a good man to marry.
There is no use for them in their own homes, so it is better to give them a free world.
After thinking about this, Mr. Liu headed towards the side courtyard, which was a place specially arranged by Liu Song to accommodate hundreds of singers.
During the battlefield, Young Master Liu's eyes were filled with brightly colored underwear, and the thin and flimsy clothes were placed on the clothes rack and fluttered in the wind.
Dozens of singers who were washing their clothes were playing with each other.
The whole west courtyard was full of laughter and chatter. No male servants except maids were allowed to enter the courtyard. These girls naturally dressed a little casually over time.
A casual glance can reveal some relatively hidden locations.
For some single men, setting foot in the Tomb of Heroes of Wenwen Township is as dazzling as setting foot in paradise.
They are all of the same age as flowers.
Young Master Liu rubbed his nose angrily: "Uh-huh!"
It seemed that the voices were a little quieter, but the singers and dancers in the side courtyard still did not stop laughing and playing around, as if they were not aware of the arrival of Young Master Liu.
"Hmph!"
Young Master Liu intensified his coughing mixed with internal force, and the cooing sounds in the remote area finally quieted down. More than a hundred beautiful girls who were all busy looked towards the arch.
Seeing Young Master Liu standing at the door, he screamed incessantly after a brief period of confusion.
The girls who reacted covered their chests with their thin obscene clothes and scattered, running towards their bedrooms.
However, some girls, instead of screaming and running away, looked at Young Master Liu with affectionate postures and enchanting postures.
The meaning is self-evident, with the idea of flying up a branch and becoming a phoenix.
As long as she can get the favor of the prince, her status can rise dramatically, from a low-status singer and dancer to the concubine of the prince.
Liu Mingzhi has been in the officialdom for many years. How could he not understand the intentions of the dozens of beautiful girls not far away looking at him affectionately?
It's a pity that the strength doesn't allow it.
You can only live up to the beauty's wishes.
"What are you guys doing watching me? Why don't you go change clothes quickly?"
"Yes, slave, please leave!"
Dozens of beautiful girls looked at Young Master Liu with resentment and walked towards their rooms unwillingly.
For the first time, the girls doubted their appearance, and even more doubted whether the father-in-law was a man.
Dozens of beauties with excellent looks and excellent figures stood in front of him in disheveled clothes but remained indifferent.
Can you tolerate this?
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