Be a heartthrob in Lao Gong's love letter [Wear the book]

The three-story eaves of Cuishui Pavilion have far-reaching overhangs, which are more peculiar and delicate than ordinary attics.

Looking up slightly, you can see the lanterns hanging on the pavilion, the lights are strange; the red curtains are flying, and the figures are vague.

The sounds of young girls laughing and playing are endless, making people fascinated, wanting to see the blood-thrilling spring in the pavilion.

After handing over the invitation to the servant in charge of verification in front of the pavilion, Ah Hao and Yan Zhao entered the pavilion one after the other.

They thought they would be placed at the bottom of the pavilion because they had no background, but unexpectedly the woman who led the way led them to the top floor.

"Your invitations belong to the upper class." The woman answered them with lowered eyebrows, "Miss Furong will not treat the two honored guests badly." She arranged them to sit on both sides of the upper class in the hall.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw doubts on each other's faces.The difference is that Yan Zhao is more vigilant and vigilant, with the momentum of drawing a bow and pulling a knife out of its sheath.

The surrounding guests didn't seem to be very interested in their arrival. After taking a glance, they turned their attention back to the beauty in their arms.

Among the beauties accompanying the guests, there are many handsome and shy young men, but most of them are feminine men with flushed/red faces and seductive/soul-catching/souls.Because the limbs rubbed against each other, the clothes and skirts became messy.The half-closed eyes of the beauties are full of spring light, and a smile can arouse people's raging desire/fire.

Looking around at the bustling scene in the hall, Yan Zhao felt a strange feeling in his heart: he couldn't feel the breath of a demon cultivator at all... Could it be that the flower demon used some method to cover up his breath?

He secretly thought, since the flower demon dared to invite him into the cabinet, it must have something to rely on.

Previously, he and Yunxian had suppressed the flower demon with the elder brother's spiritual weapon, beating her to flee in embarrassment.If there is no spiritual weapon, they have no chance of winning against the demon cultivators of the upper golden core stage...

Yan Zhao closed his eyes and recited the meditation formula silently, and he calmed down within a few breaths.When he opened it again, there was no anxiety in his eyes.No matter what support the demon cultivator has, he will kill her here!

Seeing Yan Zhao's determined expression, Ah Hao thought it was ridiculous, but also felt that he was an infatuated man who adored Fu Rong... but she didn't know that what she thought was far from the real situation.

She looked away and looked around the hall.At the banquet, cups of wine were mixed, one table was slightly drunk, another table was half drunk; some people drank and laughed with beauties in their arms, and some ate heartily in front of the rich and precious food... It was very pleasant.

This kind of scene... was already something she was not used to.

When she felt bored, she couldn't help looking at the wine glass in her hand.The color of the jade cup was crystal clear, the quality of the jade was moist, and the finely carved patterns made her click her tongue again and again.

Even the wine vessels are so luxurious and exquisite, the resources of Cuishui Pavilion are really rich!

Here, there is an extra thin boy sitting beside Yan Zhao.

The boy was wearing a translucent shirt, and his fair skin was faintly visible inside; his shoulder-length black hair hung down smoothly, and the tulle covering his face was more mysterious than other beauties.

Yan Zhao was surprised: "I don't need someone to drink with me..."

When the boy came to him, he didn't even notice.

The boy looked up and looked at him silently with a pair of bright black eyes.

Yan Zhao helped his forehead helplessly, there was no trace of evil in this boy, he was probably just a newcomer in Cuishui Pavilion.

Seeing the boy's obedient and silent appearance, Yan Zhao didn't chase him away after all.

"what's your name?"

The boy didn't answer immediately, Yan Zhao saw a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Just when Yan Zhao thought he was going to choose silence again, a hoarse voice came from behind the tulle on the boy's face.

"Ziqi." The boy said in a flat tone, "the 'period' of 'expectation'."

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