The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 50 I'll Break Your Legs (Part [-])
"Ah!"

Cen Mu slowly opened his eyes, this time he was not in the water.

His nose was itchy, and a smell of low-quality rouge powder poured into his mouth and nose continuously—"Ah Choo!"

"My lord, you're awake." The two scantily clad women nestled in Cen Mu's arms, looked at Cen Mu with affectionate smiles, and elongated their tone extremely charming.

Cen Mu's squinted eyes opened suddenly, and his pupils shrank in shock.

Damn, what's going on!Who are these two women? I don't know if he is a broken sleeve?

What to do with him!

"Get out of here." Cen Mu frowned, and said a few words in a lazy voice and indifferently.

The door was knocked lightly three times. According to the custom, it was Shu Jia, the guard who followed behind Cen Mu.

"Come in." Cen Mu had already dressed, not looking at the two aggrieved women on the ground.

Shu Jia came in with clear water, glanced at the woman on the ground, let the person behind her take her away, and said coldly by the way: "Treat it cleanly."

Cen Mu frowned slightly, but this was the habit of the original owner, so he didn't stop it.

After washing up, Cen Mu lazily sat down and flipped through an invitation list in his hand.It was the auction of Ci Yu Pavilion, and the fan that was auctioned at the end was what he needed this time.

It's too easy, after buying it, you can enter the next illusion.

Taking a sip of tea, Cen Mu began to sort out the thoughts in his mind.

In this illusion, he is the prince of the Jokhang Kingdom, titled "Ning".Not only that, he is also the only prince in the royal family.

With fifteen older sisters and many younger sisters, Cen Mu can be said to be the favorite of the group, and his emperor father is still working hard.

Unfortunately……

Cen Mu admired, this old man has really good kidneys.

His Royal Highness King Ning wrote poems at the age of three, Fu at the age of six, and Fu at the age of nine, which flogged the world and sympathized with the people's sentiments, which caused a sensation in the world. 12 years old...

Tsk, at the age of 12, his temperament changed drastically. He hangs around folk taverns and gambling houses all day long, and hangs out in fireworks and willow alleys.Making some sour and erotic words all day long, from talent moving the world to being romantic.

Cen Mu opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.

The flamboyant and playful King Ning handles a lot of government affairs at night.It seems that this body is also a two-faced person.

Cen Mu stood up, stretched and smiled at Shu Jia: "Let's go, the time is almost up."

Cen Mu, who had just spoken indifferently to the two women, immediately wore a lazy smile on his face when he walked out the door.The folding fan in his hand was also flapping casually, looking like a dandy.

"Hey, my lord is up, some jugs of fine wine have been brought into the building today, do you want to taste it?" The mother in the building saw Cen Mu coming down from the second floor, and hurriedly came up and asked.

It seemed extremely intimate, but he didn't dare to go forward and kept a certain distance.

Cen Muyouyou glanced at his mother, put away his folding fan and said with a smile: "Okay, it will be recorded on my king's account, but I'm afraid I will have to drink later today."

"Come on, keep it for the prince."

"Haha, wonderful! Wonderful!" Cen Mu laughed loudly, and strode out.

The sun outside the house was a bit dazzling, Cen Mu opened the folding fan, turned around and squinted, and looked up at the words on the signboard - "Wan Shou Wu Jiang Building".

Tsk, what a name!

Sure enough, it is the building opened by the king, and the name is different.

The corner of Cen Mu's mouth curled into a shallow lazy smile. No matter how bad his reputation was, he still attracted the attention of many ladies in the capital.

He smiled even more, and retracted the folding fan in an incomparably chic way, with a glamorous look.

boom!
He was handsome for less than three seconds, and when he turned around, Cen Mu hit something on his forehead, making him dizzy.

On the street, it cannot be a wall.Why so hard!

Cen Mu raised his eyes slightly while covering his forehead, and met a pair of icy black eyes.

With heavy starry eyes and slightly frowned eyebrows, he looked at Cen Mu with scrutiny.

Ahhh!Why is this king shorter than this bastard!
(End of this chapter)