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Chapter 117: Whose girl did Prince 38 like?
Ji Fengmu: "My lord, where do you want to place that person?"

Ruan Zhou: "Since the prince loves him so much, he will let them live together."

The Ye Mingzhu he sent was given to someone else in the blink of an eye, and it was still a male favourite.

The walking pace is getting faster and faster.

Ji Fengmu: "Then I'm going to spread the message?"

Ruan Zhou's footsteps paused, and his lips were tightly pressed: "Stop, take him to live in Xiyuan."

A male favorite deserves to live in his Dongyuan!

Ji Fengmu smiled with his eyes bent: "Alright, young master, I promise to handle things in a safe and sound manner."

He knew that the young master obviously didn't like that person named A Ke. How could he allow him to live in Dongyuan and hang around in front of him? Isn't that a bad person?

No, Xiyuan is the farthest from Dongyuan, so throw it far away to avoid being an eyesore.

He will definitely arrange the best wing room for that person to ensure that he lives happily and comfortably.

When Akko saw the room in the end, he almost couldn't hold it in his breath. The room was small, messy, and leaky. He even regretted it. He wasn't so aggrieved when he lived in the Prince's Mansion.

When I complained to the prince, he was told that he would go back if he didn't want to live there.

He deliberately found an excuse to come and stay there. How could he possibly leave? In the end, he could only live in frustration.

…………

But now, Ruan Zhou went to the banquet alone without Mu Ran.

It wasn't a serious occasion, but some people he had good friends with had an autumn banquet and wanted to get together, and it was very lively.

Most of the people who came were young men from aristocratic families in the capital, and there were even some women from the boudoir. They sat at separate tables, and it was quite lively for a while.

Drinking wine, composing poems, listening to songs and enjoying dances can make me happy for a while.

Ruan Zhou was sitting sideways on the seat, with one hand on the armrest of the chair, holding a wine glass in his hand, drinking one cup after another.

For some reason, I always feel stuffy in my heart, and I can't find the source, like pressing a stone, I can't breathe, I just hold the wine glass and drink slowly.

Before I knew it, I drank a few more glasses, and the roots of my ears were a little red.

Although he doesn't drink very well, he doesn't drink too much now, so his eyes are still clear.

"Second brother, why have you been drinking alone today without talking?"

Because Ruan Zhou is the second oldest among his friends, they all call him second brother in private.

Jiang Zhonghuai stood in front of him holding a wine glass in his hand, looking at his appearance, and asked loudly with a smile.

This sound almost attracted the eyes of the people sitting around Ruan Zhou, and they all looked at him in surprise.

After all, Ruan Zhou is usually dignified and dignified, but it can really be said that Mo Shangren is like jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world!
It's rare to see a picture like this one, when have they seen it before.

"That's right, Ruan Zhou, what happened to you today, but what's on your mind?" The person who said this was the son of General Zhen Guo, who was also the oldest among them.

Jiang Zhonghuai put his hand to his lips to cover it, and whispered: "Could it be that... the second brother fell in love with a girl from a certain family, but didn't know what to do, so he was depressed and drank to relieve his sorrow?"

He said it in a low voice, but those next to him could hear him.

"Nonsense, let's not mention that there are very few women that second brother can fall in love with. Even if he does fall in love with her, how many women in the entire capital are there who don't have a crush on Ruan Zhou? They want to marry into the prime minister's house, how can they Make the second brother so sad." Another man said, tapping Jiang Zhonghuai's head with a fan.

Speaking of this, they suddenly remembered the uproar in the capital recently.

"Second brother, you won't... you won't..." He paused for a while, and whispered even more: "You don't really like men, do you?"

　I still hope that the little cutie will come out and be active, because I am writing alone, and I don’t know where I need to improve, and I don’t know if you will like it, so I am still quite uneasy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)