Wang Yong, ninth level of Qi Condensation Realm, a strongman of the Prison Suppression Division.
It's not far away to be promoted to the Awakening Realm and become a yellow-level prison envoy.
Although he is still a strongman, he has actually begun to enjoy the treatment of a prison guard.
After kicking the door open and walking in, I looked at the wide field of view, the beautiful figures on the opposite side, and the bold flirtations, all of which I could see in detail.
From this angle, you can see things that you can't usually see.
Even on the street, in other private rooms, on other floors, you would never expect to see these.
Wang Yong was so excited that he forgot what he was going to do.
Reaching into his arms and touching a few spiritual stones that were in short supply, Wang Yong regained his composure.
"Good boy, can you still enjoy it like this?"
Wang Yong's anger was even more like a raging fire. His eyes were glaring, but he still glanced towards the opposite side from time to time.
"Sit down and have a drink?" Changqing stretched out his hand in an inviting gesture.
Wang Yong slammed the table, "I'm not here to drink tea!"
"I don't know when Li Qianfan started to take revenge. Maybe he has entered Pingchuan City at this time. Everything started because of you, but you are here to be happy?"
After questioning, his voice was like a strong bull.
"Li Qianfan is too lazy to kill you. Not only are you shameless, but you are also proud of it, right? You picked up more than a dozen monster heads for nothing. Do you really think you killed those monsters? You took the reward and drank wildly. I How come I heard that you didn’t buy any magic weapons, exercises, or martial arts? Do you want to be a waste and let go like an ant when you encounter danger in the future like this time? "
"What do you think of the second one from the left in green?"
"The one with the red bellyband next to me is plumper...don't interrupt me!"
"How can such a good time ruin the scenery?"
Chang Qing crossed her legs and turned to look at Wang Yong, "Zhang Tian and you, you shouldn't be angry with me. At the most serious level, this is the rule and system of the Qingyun State Prison Control Department. At the most minor level, this is the prison control department. The personal grudge between Guan Guan and Li Qianfan. You and I are both little shrimps, and we can’t help ourselves after all.”
Wang Yong was stunned, unable to refute.
He felt that what Chang Qing said made sense.
Changqing made an invitation gesture again, "Why don't we have a cup of tea together? Cherish this great time?"
Changqing snapped her fingers, and the maid serving in the private room hurried over to pour tea.
At this moment, the sound of a guqin came from upstairs opposite.
Immediately afterwards, there was a song that silenced half of the street.
The sound of the piano is melodious, sometimes ethereal, sometimes bright, sometimes soft, sometimes passionate.
Sometimes it sounds like a mountain stream and spring, sometimes it sounds like a ringing bell.
It's so intoxicating that you can't help but lower your head and sing.
The sound of the piano changes, lingering and sad, which makes people feel sad.
Even people who don't understand the music will be engrossed and fascinated after listening to it.
Changqing walked to the window with the teacup in hand and looked up at the girl in red on the top floor.
The gauze covers the face, making it difficult to see clearly.
The dim light of the red candle is charming.
"Birds are chirping in the empty mountains, and people are perched on white clouds. The clear springs are murmuring my heart, and the fish are playing in the deep ponds."
A bright and hearty voice sounded slowly.
On the street, everyone glared at Wangshan Tower, hating who had disturbed this wonderful news.
"The wind blows in the mountains and forests, the moon shines on the flowers and their shadows move. The world of mortals is like a dream that gathers and separates, full of emotion and sadness."
Changqing groaned again, but at this moment, no one dared to make the slightest sound.
This word and this song are a perfect match.
Dongfang Lan's beautiful eyes flashed with strange colors, and even Wang Yong kept looking sideways in surprise and confusion.
"Looking into the darkness, the moon and I cherish each other. It's hard to express our love for each other even if we caress a song from afar..."
Like the finishing touch, they also complement each other.
As the song ended, the busiest streets in Pingchuan City gradually let out exclamations of exclamation.
The women and girls on the street all looked up at Wangshan Tower, eager to know whose young master this was.
When they saw that it was Evergreen, they were slightly disappointed.
Even if they are a prison guard, even if they are an ordinary strongman, they will let go of their reserve.
In the red building opposite, the sisters who were posing and trying to lure Chang Qing away felt ashamed of themselves.
It seemed like what happened before made them feel embarrassed.
On the top floor, the girl in red walked to the railing and looked at it with beautiful eyes.
Her eyes were extremely bright in the night.
"Young Master is very talented in literature. I have prepared fine wine. I wonder if I can go upstairs and have a few drinks?"
There is something soft and charming in the crisp voice.
It was only then that everyone suddenly realized that the girl playing the piano was actually the top star of the Red House!
Yin Honglian!
He only came to Pingchuan City a month ago. At that time, he only showed his face, and even Wu Youwei, the prison officer, was fascinated.
But even Wu Youwei could only face him across the curtain.
Now, she actually directly invited Changqing to go upstairs for a drink?
What to drink? How to drink?
Everyone can't help but think about it.
Changqing stretched out her hand and pressed it on the railing, about to turn over and jump over.
Suddenly I felt an inexplicable chill. My whole body didn't move at all. I could only turn my eyes and saw Dongfang Lan, who was almost close to her face.
"It's better... let's do it another day."
Changqing said with a smile.
The whole street was in an uproar.
Everyone couldn't believe that Changqing actually rejected Yin Honglian!
If Chang Qing goes to the Red Mansion, this night will definitely become a good story.
But now, some people's eyes even showed suspicion of "Is this Changqing a man?"
At least that was the look in Wang Yong's eyes, who had completely forgotten what he was doing in the room.
"Okay." Yin Honglian was not angry, but a little surprised. She seemed unwilling to miss it like this, and said, "Young Master must also know music. I will give you more advice in the future."
"Can you play the flute?" Changqing asked.
"Won't."
"I'll teach you another day."
"Master, please keep your promise."
"must."
Yin Honglian folded her hands on her waist and bowed.
Changqing cupped her hands and clasped her fists, responding from afar.
"Go if you want to, why bother?" Dongfang Lan snorted from the side.
"Do I want to go? Am I forced?" Changqing pretended to be confused.
"If you think I'm in the way, I'll just stop following you."
"You misunderstood again. In fact, I am very pure."
"The fact that you can say this has already proven that you are impure."
"Is that so?"
"Since ancient times, talented people have been popular..."
"I'm just a chicken killer."
Wang Yong was a little confused. What was Changqing mumbling about?
With the previous song, the girls in the Red Mansion suddenly became much more restrained.
This Wangshan Tower is no longer an excellent viewing platform.
"Although I have no choice but to give up, my boss will not give up. In fact, as you said, many things in this world are unreasonable." Wang Yong stood up and said: "The prison guards are fighting for fame and fortune. Regardless of your reputation, you stole my boss’s limelight.”
Changqing looked at Wang Yong and asked, "When did it start?"
Wang Yong was stunned, "When? Start what?"
Chang Qing glanced at Wang Yong and asked, "Since when did the Prison Suppressor start to compete for fame and fortune?"
Wang Yong was shocked, and his pupils trembled suddenly.
He actually forgot why he practiced so hard in the first place!
When he came back to his senses, Changqing didn't know when he had left.
