Are you all after the heroine? I married that female devil

Tianwucheng-Unknown Inn.

"But Uncle Pang, I am sincere to Yu Ling!"

"Then let me ask, young master, is she sincere to you?"

Pang Qi's rhetorical question left Zhang Ji speechless for a moment.

"I...I think Yuling has feelings for me!"

"But the young master also has feelings for Miss Zhao Nianwei and Zhao, doesn't he?"

Pang Qi's voice suddenly became cold. As soon as he entered the Zhao Mansion and saw Zhao Nianwei yesterday, he noticed that his young master was hesitant to speak. Needless to say, the young master was tempted again.

"It's different! My feelings towards Yu Ling and Miss Zhao are completely different!"

Zhang Ji argued hard.

Pang Qi sighed and didn't say much after hearing this. He knew that if he wanted to change his young master's mind, it would be useless to rely on persuasion.

Even if the family is used to suppress Zhang Ji, it will only make Zhang Ji more rebellious.

So he decided to find another way.

Tianwu City, which had been bustling all day, became quiet at the sunset.

Red Square.

The largest fireworks spot in Tianwu City is the Willow Alley, where countless literati, poets, and children from wealthy families are mixed in. Even at night, the place is still bright like daylight in the lights.

"Uncle Pang, why don't we go back?" Zhang Ji grabbed Pang Qi's arm and swallowed hard. The smell of rouge around him made him inexplicably energetic.

How could a scholar like him have ever been to a place like this? If his father found out, he would probably have his hands and feet broken if he went back.

"Master, relax, there's nothing big going on here."

Pang Qi looked particularly relaxed, and was not polite when facing the prostitute who was approaching her. He grabbed her with his big hand, causing the latter to squeal.

The voice made Zhang Ji panic and said anxiously: "Uncle Pang, let's get out of here quickly!"

Compared to these fancy prostitutes, he still felt that his hands and feet were more important.

"Fuchunyuan, here we are."

Pang Qi glanced at the prostitute's house welcoming guests in front of the door and muttered to himself.

"Uncle Pang!"

Suddenly, Zhang Ji felt a huge force coming from him, and his hand was forced to take away from Pang Qi's arm, and flew out completely.

Then waves of softness hit him, and the vast expanse of white snow made Zhang Ji's eyes dazzled.

"Hey~ Here comes another handsome guy, girls, please treat him~"

"Son, come in and play~"

"No...let me out..."

"Young master is so bad, where can I catch him~"

"I'm sorry..."

Half pulling and half pulling, Zhang Ji entered the building surrounded by prostitutes.

"Enter my young master." Pang Qi handed over a stack of banknotes.

The old bustard took the banknote and said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, sir, tonight, our Hanyu will entertain your young master in person, and he will definitely let him know what the ultimate happiness in the world is."

The old bustard collected the banknotes and deliberately stumbled his plump body into Pang Qi's arms. He spat out fragrant orchid and said: "Sir, slave, there are many girls. It's boring to be alone in the long night. Why don't you come in and sit down, slave?" I’ll entertain you personally~”

She has seen too many rich men like this in Tianwu City, but these men don't come every day. Every rich man is their big customer, and they must be served happily. They must not be ignored by other people. His peers took it away.

The old madam is only in her thirties, and her skin is better maintained than that of some little girls.

Pang Qihan ate a wave of tofu and refused righteously. He had only one mission on this trip, which was to ensure the safety of his young master here.

The old madam spat secretly, rubbed her swollen and sore chest, and went to entertain other guests while twisting her waist.

As the night wore on, the bustle of the Red Square became a little less lively, with many drunken people staggering toward home with their arms around each other and the smell of rouge all over their bodies.

Pang Qi stood on the roof of Fuchun Yuan and couldn't help but smile while listening to the happy sounds coming from the room below. His young master was getting better.

"I'm sorry, young master. It's for you and the Zhang family that I took this drastic step."

Zhang Ji's biggest problem is that his education was too good since he was a child, and his family is very strict. Apart from the maids and old ladies who serve him, he has hardly seen any good-looking women, and he has never tasted it.

I hope the young master can understand some things after having a taste of it.

With the strength of the Zhang family in Luyang, countless wealthy ladies there would have no chance to marry. There are so many beauties in the world, why bother hanging from a tree.

"Swish..."

A gust of cold wind made the hair on Pang Qi's body stand up.

"Who?!"

Pang Qi held the dagger at his waist and shouted in a low voice. He looked around but didn't see even a ghost. Instead, the sounds of joy from downstairs became louder and kept interweaving in his ears.

Is he too nervous?

What happened in the past two days really made him extremely nervous.

When he returns to Luyang, he will definitely ask the owner of the family to go and have a good time for a few days.

"Is this the goal His Highness promised? It's weak enough."

Looking far away on the roof of the attic, a man with a scorpion tattoo on his face smiled ferociously.

"Go, my darling."

The man stretched out his hand, and two snow-white flying insects the size of rice grains flew quickly towards Fuchunyuan.

Neither the master nor the servant, who were busy with their own affairs, noticed that two small flying insects entered their ears.

All night.

The next morning, Pang Qi walked out of Fuchun Yuan, supporting Zhang Ji whose legs were weak.

"Master, how do you feel?"

Zhang Ji said nothing, but nodded with a blushing face.

Pang Qi smiled hoarsely and asked, "Master, are you going to Zhao's house to break off the engagement today?"

"Um..."

Zhang Ji responded softly. After such a night, he found that he didn't seem to love Zhao Yuling that deeply. This kind of simple love was not as satisfying as rolling on the bed.

As someone who has been there, Uncle Pang's words are very reasonable. If he can't meet a beautiful girl of his status, why should he hang himself from a tree?

If possible, he would even want to redeem this Hanyu girl. This feeling of growing up for the first time is so wonderful.

With the other party's technical support, he grew up so much that night.

After lunch, Zhang Ji, whose legs were no longer weak, followed Pang Qi to Zhao Erhe's residence.

"Uncle Zhao, I think Yu Ling and I have no fate. Yu Ling deserves a better man. It's better to let this engagement go."

Zhang Ji said respectfully towards Zhao Erhe.

Zhao Erhe suppressed his anger and smiled: "What do you mean by this, my dear nephew? Could it be that he intends to embarrass my Zhao family?"

"Did you know that Yu Ling is already attracted to you?!" He almost yelled the last sentence.

Zhang Ji trembled and was about to open his mouth to defend but heard a cry of pain from Pang Qi behind him.

"Young...Master! Run..."

Pang Qi knelt on the ground in pain, blood oozing from his seven orifices, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down. His face was extremely horrifying, and finally his body went limp and fell to the ground completely lifeless.

"Uncle Pang?!" Zhang Ji stood there and was instantly frightened.

"What's going on?!" Zhao Erhe was also confused, while Zhao Yuling let out a harsh scream.

Zhang Ji turned his head and felt the pain in his head as if it was about to explode. The pain quickly spread to his heart, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood mist.

"Paji" the corpse fell to the ground. The death condition was the same as that of Pang Qi. He died suddenly of bleeding from his Qiqi orifices.

The nice hall suddenly turned into a murder scene.

Song Palace.

Shen Jingyu played with jade beads and asked casually: "How did things go?"

The man knelt on the ground and said with a flattering smile: "Go back to your highness, I guarantee that they will not survive three breaths."

"If Your Highness doesn't believe it, you can send someone to verify it now."

"No need."

Shen Jingyu smiled indifferently and said, "Wenwu, he will be rewarded with things."