The princess pushes her close to a woman

As the largest gold selling cave in the capital city, the Nephrite Building has a very deep rooted owner, and Shen Qingluo did not find out its owner, but just made a deal with the manager in the building.

On the bright side, Song Ci stood out from their first group of newcomers. With good luck, he won the favor of the rich son Shen Gongzi when he first received guests, and he only had to serve him as a benefactor.

When he first dressed up as a man, he only faced Song Ci in the private room, and he couldn't let go.Unexpectedly, within two days, he learned some frivolous words and flirted with Song Cilai, who was dressed in women's clothes like a dandy.

Song Ci was afraid that she would notice something was wrong, so he purposely kept his brows cold, and didn't talk to Shen Qingluo much except talking about important matters.

The nephrite building attracts a wide range of customers, from high-ranking officials to ordinary people, and the brightly lit, bustling and overcrowded lobby is the most popular place for ordinary people.

In the lobby, there are girls from the building performing on stage, and there are also singers who sell and sing for a living.Shen Qingluo watched Song Ci meditate enough in the room, and would drag her down to watch the girl's performance.

Because of the frequent visits, some distinguished guests who are accustomed to going to the private rooms will follow them, but they will not get any benefits.

Soon, many people knew that the girl Mo Ci who covered her face with a light veil was an aloof, noble, unsmiling and cold beauty. Although she was living in a dusty place, her arrogance remained undiminished, and she never showed any good looks to her benefactors.

Shen Qingluo leaned on Song Ci's arms like a boneless one, her brows were full of laziness, while singing and dancing on the stage, she twirled a grape and handed it to her lips, "Miss Song, the taste is not bad, let me taste it one?"

Song Ci turned his head to avoid it, and said lightly: "When can your plan start?"

Shen Qingluo arranged her into a brothel, and he himself lived in her room, and also arranged a hidden guard with martial arts skills to be her maid, so that she would not have to worry about it all day long and find it difficult to rest at ease.

"Soon," Song Ci listened in his heart with reluctance in his tone, wanting to grab her ear and throw it out in disgust. Why did Shen Qingluo suddenly become such a virtue?

At the beginning, she was so righteous and anxious that she wanted to relieve her aunt's worries as soon as possible, but after only a few days, she was influenced by the atmosphere of the nephrite building?I am immersed in it every day, and I don't think about it, but I don't see the business.

"Song Ci, will you take me back tonight?" Shen Qingluo said, suddenly got up and hooked her neck, and whispered in her ear: "I'm going to the palace tomorrow, it's not convenient to stay here."

Song Ci seemed to be used to it, with a calm face, he pulled her down calmly, pushed her to the side, "Sit down."

"Then you have to agree to send me off first." He fell into Song Ci's arms without leaning to one side, and Song Ci stretched out his hand to resist, and Shen Qingluo teased unhurriedly: "Miss Mo Ci, this son is you A guest, have you ever treated a benefactor like this?"

It's nothing more than Shen Qingluo being so casual in front of her, it's because this identity is so easy to use, it more or less restrained Song Ci's behavior, and Song Ci was not ruthless towards her, so that in just a few days, Shen Qingluo was indulged to such an extent.

"No," Song Ci didn't push her any more, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and there was a slight smile in his eyes, "Just take them with you when you go back."

In this way, she can also have a good rest.

"Don't even think about it, Song Ci, are you being an idiot?" Shen Qingluo rolled her eyes, with a bit of annoyance in her voice: "This seems like a really bad idea..."

How can there be a heartless woman in the world who would send her husband to the Goulan Courtyard with her own hands?Isn't this looking for a stumbling block for yourself?

In this brothel where yingyingyanyan is dazzled by flowers and eyes, even a monk with a pure heart and asceticism may one day be moved by his heart, and his soul will be seduced by the goblin.

She won't keep Song Ci here, pretending to be pitiful and tugging on Song Ci's sleeve, looking at her, with a soft tone: "Song Ci, why don't you send me back, I don't worry about you being here alone... "

Before Song Ci could reply in the future, he heard Zhao Zimo's voice.

"Since you don't want Miss Mo Ci to stay in the dusty place, why not redeem her body for Miss Mo Ci?" The handsome man dressed in white like snow with a refined smile on his face joked as he looked at Shen Qingluo.

Shen Qingluo relied on Song Ci with peace of mind, and because Song Ci was fighting wits and courage with Shen Qingluo, he also relaxed his vigilance to the outside world.So much so that they didn't even know when Zhao Zimo appeared beside them, and how much Zhao Zimo heard what they said.

"My son is willing to redeem the beauty, but I haven't saved enough money yet." Shen Qingluo took a sip of the wine at the table, pretending to be melancholy and said: "Oh, my father has lost a lot of money in business, and he has already started to pay for it." Sell ​​the property and prepare to pay off the debt."

This lie was easy to come by, Song Ci couldn't help looking at her, Shen Qingluo also looked at her, using her body to cover her, she winked mischievously at Song Ci, and her tone was even more lonely, "Girl Mo Ci, from now on... I'm afraid... I won't be able to see you again."

Song Ci hummed indifferently, showing no sign of emotion.

"You...do you have such an attitude?" Shen Qingluo seemed to be extremely angry, stood up and pointed at Song Ci angrily: "I have spent a lot of money for you, and I linger in this Ruanxianglou every day for you. Not going back, you just treat me like this? Do you have any affection for me in your heart?"

The pretentiously deep voice was a little hoarse at the moment, as if there was nowhere to vent her inner grief, she seemed to be too involved in the drama, her eyes lingered on Song Ci's brows and eyes, "I have a deep love for you, do you have me in your heart?" Half point?"

Song Ci suddenly raised her head to look into Shen Qingluo's eyes, her eyes were full of shock and pain, she unconsciously clenched the hand under the sleeve, feeling inexplicable pain and soreness stuck in her heart.

This strange feeling made her feel irritable, her brows were slightly frowned, and her cold voice was mixed with deliberate indifference, piercing her heart sharply, "No."

This..." Zhao Zimo has read a lot of poetry and books, so he doesn't know what to say? Nine out of ten women he met in the brothel were reluctant to part with him. Have you ever encountered such a situation?

Song Ci's words were like a basin of cold water being poured on his head, Shen Qingluo suddenly came to his senses, feeling that all his strength had been emptied at once, he held on to the table for a while, and then he came over and said: "In that case, I will leave, my lord."

Due to the presence of Zhao Zimo, although Song Ci saw that Shen Qingluo was uncomfortable, he did not dare to take any action.

"Ms. Moci really doesn't like Mr. Shen at all?"

Zhao Zimo watched Shen Qingluo walk out of the lobby of the Nunyu Building and disappeared at the door, his smile was a little stiff, "If you have any difficulties, you might as well tell me, my son may help the girl to share her worries."

"I don't like it..." Song Ci replied quickly, and then he got up and went upstairs, with an indifferent tone and indifferent eyebrows, Zhao Zimo felt that Leng Mei really deserved her reputation.

But he didn't know that Leng Meiren entered the room, so he jumped out of the window, and Mr. Shen, who left angrily, was leaning against the wall and waiting for Leng Meiren to come out.

She raised her eyes to see Song Ci, her eyes filled with mist, "Song Ci, I don't have the strength to walk anymore," Song Ci swallowed what he wanted to say, lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes, waiting for her next words.

"Can you carry me back?" Shen Qingluo said, waiting for his rejection, time passed bit by bit...

The longer Song Ci thinks about it, the greater his hope?She couldn't help expecting a little more in her heart, maybe the inseparable relationship between Ruanxianglou and Ruanxianglou is still useful?

at last……

"Okay," the indifferent and emotionless voice reached her ears, and Song Ci had already bent down in front of her.

Compared with the night when she went down the mountain from Ci'en Temple, Shen Qingluo felt that Song Ci's thin body gave her a heavier sense of steadfastness, and it was so heavy in her heart that she couldn't feel any resentment towards him...

The night was as quiet as water, and the lights of Wanjia came into her eyes. She tilted her head and looked at Song Ci's side face softly, her voice full of longing, "It would be great if we can continue like this with Song Ci."

Hearing her slightly naive thoughts, Song Ci unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, "Do you want to exhaust me to death?"

Shen Qingluo was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized, hugged her neck tightly, and smiled cheerfully, "That's your honor."

Is it an honor?Song Ci didn't know that Shen Qingluo forcibly dragged her out of the deep wall of the monastery, causing her to lose her shelter, but it also gave her a lot of joy and emotion, and they gathered in her heart bit by bit...

She didn't answer, if Shen Qingluo was willing to be her friend instead of being obsessed with being husband and wife, then it would be an honor.