"Your Highness."
Jiang Mingchuan let go of Kuaikui and bowed solemnly to Yuan Zhe who was sitting upright.
Perhaps Jiang Mingchuan's aura was too strong. When he came over, Gu Qi stood up unconsciously.
Rong Di also stood up and bowed briefly: "Mr. Jiang."
"General Rong." Jiang Mingchuan looked at Gu Qi, his left eye narrowed slightly, the brow of his right eye raised upwards, and the corners of his mouth curved in a playful way: "Who is this?"
"Ahem, this is..."
Yuan Zhe cut off Rong Di's answer and said lightly: "Sit down."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Jiang Mingchuan sat opposite Yuan Zhe.
Yuan Zhe held the tea cup, the steam was steaming, covering up the endless coldness in his eyes.
This young prince has always been lonely, and Jiang Mingchuan has long been accustomed to it. The only person who can get close to him on weekdays is Rong Di. The white-faced scholar next to him, whom I had never seen before, could actually be on an equal footing with Rong Di. I guess he was an extraordinary person.
Jiang Mingchuan turned around and looked at Gu Qi: "What's your surname, sir?"
Yuan Zhe raised his eyes sharply, and his peripheral vision quickly fell on Gu Qi.
Gu Qi took a deep breath and suppressed her nervousness. He pursed his lips and replied politely: "Young Master Jiang is so exalted. My surname is Gu."
Yuan Zhe felt relieved and focused on Jiang Mingchuan in front of him.
Jiang Mingchuan pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled. With a glance, he knew that this person was a woman. After spending many years in Qinlou and Chu Pavilion, and also engaged in the business of buying and selling women, even though Gu Qi wrapped herself tightly, she could not hide the inherent shape of a woman. It's just that I couldn't see it clearly from a distance, and I thought he was a weak boy.
"Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Gu."
He turned his head and looked up at the oiran beside him, suddenly feeling bored. Compared with the soft-waisted and plump-bodied woman in Hongxiu Tower, the "Mr. Gu" in front of her is a bit more unearthly and fairy-like. But he just likes to drag such cold-blooded people down and step into the mire!
Gu Qi was staring at him and felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Yuan Zhe was also irritable. Jiang Mingchuan's curious eyes kept exploring Gu Qi, which made him feel uncomfortable.
He coughed dryly and knocked on the table.
Gu Qi understood, this is to add tea.
But the teapot was on Rong Di's side, so he got up to reach for it, which was somewhat deliberate.
Rong Di didn't know these twists and turns, so he just sat there in a daze.
"Cough!" Yuan Zhe coughed loudly and raised his hand to pinch his throat.
Only then did Rong Di feel relieved, and quickly picked up the teapot and poured tea.
When the tea cup was full, Yuan Zhe pushed it gently with his wrist.
"Wow!"
"Your Highness!"
The tea was spilled directly on Rong Di's legs and seeped through his clothes.
Rong Di stood up straight away, took out the sweat towel from his arms and wiped it.
Jiang Mingchuan turned around and took a look with his head tilted.
"That's all, I'm tired today." Yuan Zhe stood up and said, "Go back."
Gu Qi stood up and let out a long sigh of relief.
Jiang Mingchuan was not happy to see several people leaving.
He grabbed Gu Qi's arm and said with a smile: "Mr. Gu, you can't leave."
Gu Qi stopped and looked at Yuan Zhe asking for help.
Yuan Zhe's eyes fell on Jiang Mingchuan's paws, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Before the attack happened, Rong Di stepped forward and pulled Gu Qi out: "Mr. Jiang, he is weak. He will have to drink medicine when he goes back."
"Oh?" Jiang Mingchuan pulled the oiran next to him over: "Today, I specially asked for this moment of spring for Mr. Gu. If you leave like this, won't you slap my Jiang family in the face?"
Rong Di was an upright person, and he would get angry when someone provoked him. But he knew it was not the time for an attack, so he was so angry that he unconsciously used force with his big hands.
Pain came from his forearm, and Gu Qi snorted in pain, secretly blaming Rong Di for having a bad temper.
"Jiang Mingchuan." Yuan Zhe finally looked squarely at Jiang Mingchuan, and his black pupils seemed to be ignited with blazing fire: "Are you trying to slap me in the face by pulling on me like this?"
Jiang Mingchuan suddenly realized and grinned: "It's a minor rudeness. I hope His Highness Prince Zhe will forgive me. In this case, the future is long." After saying that, he looked at Gu Qi across Rong Di, with lewdness and teasing revealed in his eyes: "Gu Young Master, you are always welcome in this Red Sleeve Tower."
Gu Qi raised her hand to signal Rong Di to let go, slowly walked out from behind Rong Di, and bowed slightly towards Jiang Mingchuan: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
"Walk slowly."
Jiang Mingchuan raised his head and watched the three people leave.
The oiran next to her was secretly happy, and she shyly came up to her, "Young Master..."
Jiang Mingchuan glanced at the oiran next to him, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he picked up the oiran and strode upstairs!
As soon as he was thrown onto the bed, his head was covered with something.
When I took it off, I saw it was a man's shirt.
"Sir, what is this?"
"Put on this."
"Don't you want Ruoxi to serve you tonight?"
Seeing her charming look, Jiang Mingchuan felt upset: "Put it on as soon as I ask you to!"
After finally seizing this opportunity, how could he make Jiang Mingchuan unhappy over such a trivial matter?
She didn't ask any more questions, took off all her clothes, and put on this man's clothes.
"Young master... the slave family has been changed." She stood in front of the table and called Jiang Mingchuan softly.
Jiang Mingchuan turned around and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Although he is far from being as good as that "Mr. Gu", he has learned some taste.
He rushed forward and pulled down the silk cloth covering the table with his big hands!
The teapot and cups on the table fell to the ground with a clatter.
The oiran was sitting on the table, his face could not hide his excitement, and his breathing rhythm was messed up!
Jiang Mingchuan pressed his body forward, feeling extremely thirsty, and his lips and tongues intertwined...
His big hands kept groping through his clothes.
Gu Qiqing's cold appearance was all in his mind, and there was a fire burning inside, and he was in urgent need of venting!
Suddenly he heard the oiran gasp, and Jiang Mingchuan stopped immediately, losing all interest.
His face turned red, blaming this wretched guy for his failure in the end!
One hand strangled the oiran's neck, and the force became stronger and stronger!
The oiran was lying on his back in pain, his fair and tender face slowly turning red due to suffocation, the veins on his forehead were prominent, and his eyes were wide open...
"Li Ruoxi, who do you think you are?"
Suddenly! Jiang Mingchuan let go, the fire in his eyes extinguished, he glared and left the room.
Li Ruoxi was lying on the table, with bright red fingerprints still on her neck, and tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
Spring has already arrived, and the weather is much warmer.
When he came out, he saw the road was bright. Gu Qi raised his head and saw a full moon hanging in the dark night sky.
Rong Di helped Yuan Zhe into the car, turned around and saw Gu Qi, and said with a smile: "Sir, what are you looking at?"
Gu Qi lowered his head: "It's nothing."
Ordinary people had already gone to sleep at this time, leaving the bustling streets, and the surroundings were silent.
The horses stepped on the iron hoofs and clicked on the road.
"Your Highness, is this Young Master Jiang the younger brother of Concubine Hui in the palace?"
"Yeah." Yuan Zhe raised his eyes and looked at Gu Qi: "How do you know?"
Gu Qi lowered her head and laughed: "This is not difficult to guess. The only ones who can make General Rong stand up and salute are the emperor and the prime minister."
"That's right. I know you are smart, but I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful."
"Your Highness is so complimentary. But, what should we do next?"
Yuan Zhe sighed and clenched his fists: "Let's talk tomorrow."
Two words
Xie Ruoling got drunk at the dinner party, so Yan Churong took her to the side room, drank some sobering soup, and wiped her forehead with a hot handkerchief to sober her up a little.
"Since I don't have the capacity to drink, it's better to drink less when I'm out."
Yan Churong picked up another handkerchief and wiped Xie Ruoling's palm carefully.
"Doctor Yan, has anyone ever said that you are beautiful?"
Xie Ruoling grabbed the hot handkerchief off her head and laughed innocently.
Yan Churong just looked at her lightly: "No."
"Oh, what a pity." Xie Ruoling was half drunk and half awake, the blush on her face had not yet dissipated: "You don't like me."
Yan Churong's heart sank and he lowered his eyes.
Could it be that these words were not sighed in one’s own heart?
He put one hand on the edge of the bed and turned to look at Xie Ruoling, with sympathy in his eyes. He seemed to sympathize with this woman and also seemed to sympathize with himself.
"Doctor Yan, what kind of woman do you like?"
A slight smile appeared on Yan Churong's lips: "I like people who have light in their eyes."
"Huh?" Xie Ruoling pursed her lips with confusion on her face.
"The person I like is by my side." Yan Churong's eyes dimmed: "It's just that she doesn't like me."
Xie Ruoling's eyes were filled with tears, and the people in front of her became blurry.
"have a rest."
Not wanting to let this sad and depressing emotion block her heart any longer, Yan Churong tucked Xie Ruoling in and walked out of the room.
When he walked to the corridor, he was welcoming Gu Qi and others back.
Yan Churong frowned, and moved forward directly, looking at Gu Qi: "Why are you still out so late?"
Yuan Zhe didn't say anything and just stepped into his room.
Rong Di was beside him, grinning: "Doctor Yan, don't worry! I'm here to protect you! We just went to visit the Red Sleeve Tower."
"Red Sleeve Tower?"
Gu Qi laughed twice and pushed Rong Di forward: "General Rong, please go back first. I suffered some skin injuries before and I have to ask Doctor Yan to help change the dressing."
"How could it be injured? Where is it? Let me take a look!" Rong Di immediately became serious and grabbed Gu Qi to check.
"It's okay, it's okay!" Gu Qi hid in a hurry, pulled Yan Churong away, and waved to Rong Di: "Get some rest early, General Rong!"
"Oh," Rong Di stretched his neck and looked at Gu Qi's back: "You too, sir!"
Yan Churong's face became increasingly grim, and he stopped talking after entering the room.
Gu Qi did not coax him as before, she just sat at the table and poured a cup of tea: "How is Miss Xie?"
Yan Churong turned his head and looked at Gu Qi, surprise etched on his face: "Don't you have anything to say?"
"What did you say?" Gu Qi blinked.
"Snapped!"
Yan Churong rarely loses his temper!
He slapped the table hard, his eyes slightly red: "Xiao Qi, the friendship that has lasted so many years no longer exists?"
Gu Qi's throat tightened and felt dry: "I didn't mean that..."
"Just because I showed my feelings, you have been avoiding me like a snake and a scorpion for more than half a month. Have you considered my feelings?" Yan Churong raised his hand and poked his heart, choking: "Do you know what I have been like for these half a month? torment?"
"sorry..."
Seeing Gu Qi's innocent look, there was guilt and sympathy in his eyes.
Yan Churong only found it funny.
What are you asking for?
Asking for her mercy?
"That's all," Yan Churong waved his hand: "Go to rest early."
He felt lost, his eyes full of loneliness, and slowly walked towards the door.
suddenly!
Put a pair of hands around your waist!
Gu Qi, who was behind him, had already burst into tears.
"sorry!"
Still the same words.
Yan Churong felt like needles pricking his heart, and every breath was filled with endless pain!
"You will always be Xiaoqi's big brother! In my heart, you and Han Zizheng are equally important! Xiaoqi will not trick you!"
"Then, just continue to be your big brother..."
Yan Churong raised his hand and gently placed it on Gu Qi's hand.
The tears streaked across her face and fell directly onto her chest and clothes, blooming like plum blossoms.
