Foxy Beauty Charms the World

At this moment, inside the Laifu Inn, Gu Ye stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the bustling night scenery. Once again, he sighed at the power of the Northern Tang, and his brows furrowed at the subtle worries and grievances. As the next Wolf Lord of Lan Jin, he shouldered the ardent hopes and heavy responsibilities of the whole family.

He was not afraid and had mentally prepared himself. It was just that sometimes, it was hard to avoid sighing like this.

"Young Master!" came the voice of the Eight Cherry Blossom.

Gu Ye gathered his thoughts and said, "Enter."

"What's wrong? "Is there anything to do this late at night?" Compared to the other guards, Gu Ye was even more relaxed in front of the Eight Cherry. After all, they had grown up together. Just two years ago, he would have been slightly inferior to her in the riding competition. Right now, Gu Ye was very handsome, while the Eight Cherry, who had been holding his hand since the age of five, watching the sunset, had also grown up to be a young girl in the prime of her youth.

As the only heir to the Mu Jin family, her future was to protect the young master. This guardian family had a long history. In her generation, she was the only child. The competitive father refused to give up. From the moment she was born, she was destined to be educated as a boy. She didn't care, since she couldn't have it, she didn't care if she lost it. From the very beginning, she had accepted her fate.

But since when did he feel that the young master's everything was his?

Since when did he become the one who carved this responsibility into his heart like an eternal oath …

"Are you not feeling well?" Seeing that Bajun Ying remained silent, Gu Ye asked with concern.

"No …" She hesitated for a moment before clenching her fist and slowly said, "Young Master should give up on that girl."

"Why?" Gu Ye was deeply puzzled by these words from the eighth cherry on a night like this.

Bodhi Sakura just handed him the agate scimitar. When Gu Ye saw it, he immediately grabbed it and asked in a deep voice, "Why is it here with you?"

When the scimitar was taken away, the Eight Layered Cherry Blades felt empty. She cheered herself up and slowly replied, "I went to see her. I wanted to see if she is worthy of Young Master's effort …" The girl already had a lover. Even if the owner is happy, it's not all fake. "

"Who is it?" Gu Ye's heart clenched, and he grabbed Eight Cherry's hand and asked in a panic.

"..." Northern Tang Prime Minister, Qin Lingmo. " The Eight Layered Cherry Hand slightly shook, but she did not break away as she lightly said. Gu Ye had been hit by this huge accident and hadn't noticed the subtle changes on the Eight Layered Cherry. He let go of his hand and stared at it in disbelief, as if trying to distinguish if it was real or fake.

"How is this possible …"

"Absolutely true, Young Lord, please give up." The Eight Layered Cherry Blossom said firmly in her heart.

Gu Ye turned his head and slowly walked to the window. Deep night covered the world. The city was crisscrossed, and the lights were brilliant. They could be compared to the vast starry sky. He suddenly felt a pain in his heart. The slow and continuous dull pain made him let out a sigh of relief.

"A Ying, I feel terrible."

This sentence, without any change in expression, made the Eighth Layer of Sakura Memories' heart freeze. As a young lord, she was well aware of everything that had happened with Gu Ye. Lan Jin had been an adult since she was 16 years old. As the Young Wolf Master, Gu Ye had a side room to serve her when he had reached adulthood. Only Eight Cherry Blossom knew that Gu Ye had long been chosen. She was a girl completely different from Hu Ying, gentle and gentle, like Lan Jin's rare white lotus flower.

However, everything ended in the winter of that year. Lan Jin had a conflict with her neighbors, and her entire clan was fighting. However, he didn't expect that there would be a group of soldiers that would secretly come and abduct the girl.

Later on, Lan Jin had a good relationship with the neighboring countries, and the girl had also become a part of the generals from the neighboring countries. When Gu Ye saw her again, he already had two cute children, walking by his husband's side.

Since then, Gu Ye didn't like anyone else. He focused all his attention on studying and riding.

Bajie knew that it had already become a kind of pain. As time passed, the love of the past might have faded and faded. But the pain would never be forgotten.

At that time, Bajie didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only hold his hand and sit on the grass like she did when they were kids.

"A Ying, I feel terrible." At the time, he had said the same thing. He held her and cried for the whole night.

"Young master." She was worried that Gu Ye would be too sad. If she could hold his hand, perhaps it would be enough to make him happy. Just like when I was a kid.

"I understand. We'll talk about it when we get back." Gu Ye turned his head around, calmly surprising the Eight Primes. The pain was well hidden in the depths of his eyes.

After a brief moment of blankness, Bajun felt both gratified and heartbroken, and in an instant she knew that the child who had held her hand and said that we were going to watch the sunset together had grown up and would never cry again.

Young master, no matter where you go, I will accompany you. Until you don't need me anymore...

The next day, the misty sky seemed as if it would rain at any moment, and the entire White Peony City was filled with a damp and depressing vapor. The yellow brown dog followed behind the stall, hoping to get some leftovers.

Hu Ying had been busy last night and had finally finished mixing the Silver Flower Night Dew Wine. After a series of processes, such as extracting the silver flower juice, soaking the white wine, treating the wine, and distilling the incense, it was finally prepared and placed into the cellar.

"It's a success!" Hu Ying wiped away the sweat on her forehead. Towards anything that could earn her money, she would not be sloppy. Looking outside, it was almost noon. She went back to her bedroom and changed into a dainty peach-red dress with a pale primrose yellow. Such elegance and freshness only served to accentuate Hu Ying's beauty.

The moment she walked into the lobby of the restaurant, she saw a few regular customers gathered together and whispering to each other. Hu Ying's hearing was much better than ordinary people, and she inadvertently heard a "No way, how could the Prime Minister possibly go to a brothel!"

Even though Hu Ying had only been out of the valley for a short period of time, she knew everything that needed to be understood, including the brothels.

It was close to another whisper and it flew over, "It's absolutely true, you even put on a big show! The bawd of the Fangfang Restaurant stared straight ahead! I can't wait to get into the water myself! "

Hu Ying rushed to the front of the group and asked, "What do you guys think happened to Ling Mo?"

"No, nothing!" "Let's talk more, talk more …" The frequent customers were all frightened by the sudden appearance of Hu Ying, and their bodies trembled as they hurriedly covered up. They thought that their discussion was very quiet and would definitely not be heard by Hu Ying. However, he didn't know that Hu Ying had already heard it clearly. The only reason he came over to ask was out of instinct.

Ling Mo strolled around the brothel? And she spent so much money that it made the old procuress jealous?

How was this possible!

"That's right! The Lord Prime Minister is definitely not that kind of person! " Dou'er spoke up for Qin Lingmo. Hu Ying, on the other hand, was grinding her teeth in pain. "How much money do I have to spend?! What a prodigal son!"

"..." Did you notice the money? "

"Otherwise, do you think those girls can get onto Ling Mo?"

Dou'er thought about it and shook her head.

"That's incredible. No matter what, Ling Mo must have taken advantage of me."

"..." "Well, that's true." Dou'er was completely unsure if she should be worried. He went silent for a moment, then asked Hu Ying, "Then you're not angry? "He's so fickle …"

"Are you angry? It's true that you're anxious." Hu Ying looked outside at the leaden sky and said, "Eating flowers and wine and strolling in the brothel is not like Ling Mo's character. There must be a reason for what he will do! "

Nanshan Street is the famous Flower Willow Lane in Baipei City, and the Group of Fangtou is the largest and most famous of them all. The brothel business had always been done at sunset, with the sun rising and resting. However, at this time of day, the Fang Residence was already bustling with noise and excitement.

"Aiyo, grandpa …" That's not so good, is it? "Look, all the girls in this building are here. It's not that Dia Wu refuses to come, it's just that she's not feeling well …" Before the old procuress could finish her trembling words, a wine cup smashed into her forehead.

The bawd of the Fang Residence had seen much of the world and had connections everywhere. If it was anyone else, they would have already been beaten up by the Brothel Keeper. But facing this Lord in front of her, she only dared to be a Bodhisattva. She absolutely didn't dare to be angry in the slightest.

"Are you trying to make This Phase angry?" On the plum blossom bed, Qin Ling Mo lazily laid on it. He wore a long robe with silver inscriptions, and inside, there was only a single white robe. His black hair was casually spread out on his shoulders, as if he had just woken up and hadn't washed yet. He raised his chin and smiled, but his eyes were cold.

"This servant, this servant doesn't dare …" The old procuress did not have much courage to disobey the black-hearted Prime Minister, not to mention that she did not even have the courage to struggle in the face of such a stare.

The surrounding brothel ladies were all shrewd individuals. If Qin Lingmo really became angry, then the entire Fang Residence would be in dire straits. All of them leaned over, using every means at their disposal to please him.

"Master, try this …"

"Master, please let this servant pinch your shoulder …"

"Master, I'll sing a little song for you …"

They didn't know what kind of wind they had blown in today, but it was enough to blow Qin Ling, the Prime Minister, through the door. This was even more rare than losing a gold ingot. But how could a store that came to the door be shut out of business? Moreover, Prime Minister Qin was not someone they dared to reject.

Qin Lingmo, who was sitting on the bed, had a look of boredom on his face. He crooked his finger and leaned over to the purple-robed woman. Just as he was about to say something, Qin Lingmo grabbed his lower jaw with a smile.

The purple-robed woman was unable to move or even dare to move. She was forced to open her mouth and look at the shiny gold ingot that was stuffed into her mouth.

Although they loved money, no one would want to swallow gold. She tried her best to vomit, but was helplessly held back by Qin Lingmo. The little gold ingot made her roll her eyes in anger. At this moment, she couldn't care less about the Prime Minister. She struggled to get rid of this misfortune, but Qin Lingmo had completely suppressed her. She was completely unable to resist. He stared blankly at his neck several times before swallowing.

The others were dumbfounded. He was actually being forced to swallow gold while he was still alive!

Qin Lingmo's eyes were ice-cold. He released his hand and looked down at the purple-clothed lady lying on the ground. He said in an indifferent manner, "Do you want more?"

The purple-dressed woman had an unrelenting abdominal pain. She fell to the ground with a heart wrenching pain, so how could she reply. The old procuress finally came back to her senses and stammered, "Sir … Sir Qin, what are you dissatisfied about …"

"I do." Qin Ling smiled as he crossed his legs and took out a bunch of banknotes and threw them to the brothels. He glanced at them and only said one word, "Eat."

The girls of Fangfang Restaurant looked at each other, not knowing what to do. The brothel ladies who had seen the purple-dressed woman's miserable state and feared that she would be forced to swallow gold could only tremble as they swallowed the silver notes. A weak girl who was no more than thirteen years old could not help but burst into tears, unable to bear it any longer, and vomited.

Qin Lingmo stared at her coldly and beckoned her over. The girl shivered, her hands and feet turned cold, but no one helped her. Only War goosebumps close to...

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