In the last days, love brain-killed the last god

"Haha... I believe him, I..." Xiaolou covered his heart, coughed violently several times, and fell to the ground, his whole body filled with sadness.

"Tonight, you accept the guests, and the one with the highest price will get it."

The madam stopped speaking tactfully and directly decided the outcome of the small building.

Lin Jingxue looked at the woman who was still lying on the ground, crying and shaking all over. Sighing, if this was her previous life, this would be too romantic.

Lin Jingxue feels that she is definitely not a love-minded person. Men cannot be trusted, not just men, but humans as well.

This little building is just a fool.

"Eighth Master, you said you would avenge my family. You said you would love me forever. You said you wanted me to be your princess. Now, what do you remember?"

Xiaolou murmured to herself and walked towards the middle of the house. She took out a white shawl from the dressing box and hung it on the beam.

Lin Jingxue watched her movements speechlessly. She wanted to jump down and teach the small building a lesson. It was not worth living or dying for a man.

But Lin Jingxue's body flew up to the sky involuntarily. Lin Jingxue felt that she didn't want to wake up this time.

When Lin Jingxue stopped above a majestic building, Lin Jingxue took in this extremely well-arranged building at a glance. The pavilions, pavilions, woods and mountains and rivers here all looked elegant and elegant.

Lin Jingxue's body began to sink and floated into a main room.

There were two rows of maids standing respectfully in the room, and in the middle of the room there was a round carved table, which was covered with delicious dishes.

Lin Jingxue glanced at it and saw that there were at least fifty dishes, and there were only two people sitting on the table.

When she saw the appearance of the two people clearly, Lin Jingxue was suddenly startled.

That man is Wen Ze, and that woman is Xiang Yun!

"Husband, this mandarin duck and hehe porridge was cooked by my concubine today. Please try it. Is it to your liking?"

Xiang Yun shyly picked up a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Wen Ze. Wen Ze seemed to have something on his mind. When he heard the sound of the bowl falling, he came back to his senses and smiled at Xiang Yun.

It's just that the smile doesn't reach the bottom of my heart.

Xiang Yun stared at Wen Ze blankly, and then lowered his head shyly.

Xiangyun is still in love.

Why, are all the women surrounding Wenze such love-minded?

"Princess, these things are done by servants, please don't burden your beloved concubine."

Wenze held Xiang Yun's hand with concern on his face.

Xiang Yun blushed, remembering something, her eyes darkened, and then she said, "Husband, if you like it, I will work hard as a concubine."

Xiang Yun pushed the porridge in front of Wenze and looked at Wenze expectantly.

She never regarded the Eighth Prince as a prince, nor did she think that she was a princess. She only regarded the Eighth Prince as her husband.

On the day of their engagement, the Eighth Prince dismissed all the concubines in the house, leaving only a little maid to serve him.

But she just didn't like the little maid, so she cried and went to her father.

The night before the wedding, the little girl was sent to Chunxiang Tower in honor of the Eighth Prince.

It has been three years, and she has almost forgotten that little maid. Today, the Eighth Prince always sighs and is absent-minded.

After a little inquiry, she found out that that little girl was the oiran of Chunxiang House today.

"My king, I have some official duties to attend to today, so I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you..."

Hearing what the Eighth Prince said, Xiang Yun's heart dropped, and she hurriedly interrupted the Eighth Prince.

"Husband, my father said that I will have a secret talk with you tonight."

Xiang Yun lowered his voice and leaned into the ear of the Eighth Prince.

"Oh? Did you say..."

"My father said that the court is in turmoil now, and he is a little worried. I, a woman of one generation, can't understand the rest."

Xiang Yun took the bowl of porridge and placed it in front of the Eighth Prince.

The Eighth Prince sighed, smiled slightly, took the porridge, and drank it all.

Lin Jingxue looked at them as if they were a harmonious couple and treated each other with respect.

However, even she, an outsider, could see that the Eighth Prince was unwilling between them.

The loud sound of firecrackers disturbed everyone in the room. Xiang Yun was like a panicked little rabbit, holding the eighth prince's arm, "Husband, what's going on?"

"Don't be afraid, what's going on?" The Eighth Prince gently patted Xiang Yun's white and tender hands and asked.

A boy came hurriedly outside the door, "Reporting to the prince, the princess is the oiran girl from Chunxiang Tower. She has put up a sign."

Xiang Yun felt her arms tighten, and she could feel his trembling.

Xiang Yun's face darkened, and she quietly arranged for a servant to tell the truth, just to see the Eighth Prince's reaction.

She hugged the Eighth Prince's arm tightly. Today, the Eighth Prince's abnormality was really because of that woman.

"What oiran? You dare to say that here, without being afraid of dirtying the ears of the prince and princess." Seeing Xiang Yun's face, Xiang Yun's maid suddenly stepped forward and shouted at the young man. Drink.

"Your Majesty..." The boy was trembling a little and looked at the Prince and Princess in confusion.

"Go down. There is no need to reply to these matters in the future." The Eighth Prince seemed to have a bad look on his face, but he did not blame him.

It was already night, the sky was very dark, and Lin Jingxue's body began to float again, floating back to the girl's room in the small building.

The girl from Xiaolou was rescued. Her face was haggard, and Lin Jingxue couldn't help but feel a little distressed when she looked at her.

"Sister Xiaolou, you...hey, why bother..."

Beside the bed of the girl in Xiaolou, there was a girl who was a little younger than her. She was also wearing heavy makeup and had a sad look on her face.

"Xiaoruo, I..." Xiaolou started to choke before she could say a word, and her tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Sister, it's treasonous for me to say that Master Ba treats my sister like this. He is not a good man..."

"What do you know?" Xiaolou girl turned her face away, her voice filled with anger.

"Sister, who threw you into this place of fireworks and willows?"

The small building was silent.

"Sister, who forbids you to go out and restricts your freedom?"

Xiaolou's expression changed.

"Sister, who is it? Let you pick up the guests?"

"Yes..." Xiaolou was about to speak, but Xiaoruo interrupted her.

"Sister, you have served the eighth master. Without the prince's permission, who would dare to spend the night with you? Sister, don't you understand?"

"I...I have never served the eighth master." Xiaolou closed her eyes. The prince was very kind to her.

He was so good that he didn't touch a finger on her. He protected her and said that the best thing would happen on the wedding day.

They looked forward to the future, and Ba Ye said that he was going to ask for an imperial edict.

Asking for marriage and dismissal from office, he wanted to be an idle prince.

They go to a borderland of hardship, give birth to a pair of children, and live a happy life.

She was waiting for his return in the palace and accidentally fell asleep. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was in this land of fireworks and willows.

"Sister, what are you talking about? Have you never served the prince?"