Married and Obedient to the Husband

Long Qirui had just returned, and before he had time to catch his breath, the old emperor scolded him all the time. Long Qirui had already trained himself to be a brass-skinned iron body.

The old emperor was tired of scolding, took a deep breath, and said angrily, "You bastard."

"I'm a bastard, so what is the father who gave birth to me as a bastard." Long Qirui retorted.

"You dare to say that your father is a thing." The old emperor raised his voice a lot.

"My son didn't say it, you said it yourself." Long Qirui said coolly.

"You, you, you scoundrel." The old emperor was trembling with anger, but the words he said were just a few words, which made people feel helpless.

Long Qirui said disdainfully, "It's funny that you want me to marry that married second prince so much. Father, let me tell you that I didn't like that second prince at all. I have someone in my heart. In the future, don't meddle in my business casually." thing."

"You are my son, how can I not care, I don't care, as long as you go to the second prince to say something nice, make him change his mind, and reject the marriage with Gao Li, he will still be yours."

The old emperor lost his face, and begged his son in a soft tone. It seems that being a son is better than being a father. I don't know what he owed this ancestor in his previous life.

"Impossible, I have a sweetheart." Long Qirui refused flatly, without even room to change, the old emperor was so angry that his whole body trembled even more.

"Who is your sweetheart?" The old emperor gritted his teeth, his gaze became dark.

"You don't touch him, if you dare to touch him, I will never end with you." Long Qirui quickly raised his voice when he saw the emperor's expression was unkind and he wanted to kill someone gloomyly.

The old emperor snorted sinisterly, stopped talking, and waved his sleeves, "Get out of here."

Get out, get out, thinking that he is willing to face him, Long Qirui flicked his sleeves away very simply, the old emperor with a pale face attracted his own hidden guards.

"Go and check for me the owner of Yanyulai Tea House named Luozhi."

"Yes."

Yan Mo calmed down, looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and drew it in one breath.

"Young Master, Young Master." Xiner's voice came, looking like she was in a panic, she knocked open the door all at once, and the good landscape painting was ruined just like that, and the last brush and ink fell on it, smudged, and turned black a large piece.

Yan Mo frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Young master is not well, there are people making trouble outside." Xiner said nervously.

"Troubleshooting? Isn't there thugs in this teahouse?"

"But the people who caused the trouble came from quite a large background. They beat all the big hands in the tea house to the ground, and they asked you to see you by name, son, and asked you to go down and play a song for them."

"I'm not a prostitute among prostitutes, so I can't let them order me around." Yan Mo said with a displeased expression on his face.After a pause, Yan Mo sighed again, "Forget it, I'll go out and have a look."

Yan Mo stepped forward, all the way down from the steps on the second floor, green clothes and green bamboos, graceful as if walking out of an ink painting, the long hair on the cheeks hangs down, one piece penetrates three parts of the wood, like a picturesque beauty The face literally took away the breath and eyes of everyone present.

After a long time, everyone in the hall gasped, "What a beautiful person."

People all admired.

Yan Mo cast his eyes coldly on the person in the middle of the hall who was surrounded by the front and back. It was a young man with a handsome face, but his obscene smile made people hate it at first glance. This young man was dressed luxuriously, with gold inlays on his body Yu is covered from head to toe, dressed like a nouveau riche.

The man saw Yan Mo's eyes straightened, and almost drooled from the corners of his mouth, "You are the luthier here."

"No, I'm the boss here."

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity for such a beautiful beauty to go out and show her face. Why don't you come home with me and be a male pet, and I will promise to treat you well for the rest of my life."

"I'm a man, and I don't need other people's care." Yanmo flatly refused.

"Then you might as well play a song for me, son. If you play well, I will reward you heavily, son. If you don't play well, don't blame me for being rude."

"Okay." Yanmo responded lightly. He didn't want to cause trouble. Once the incident got serious and the government was involved, his identity would be exposed in advance. Then what he committed in Dajing was the crime of deceiving the emperor. The Dajing Dynasty can Find any reason to attack the North Territory.

Yan Mo played a brisk piece, his piano skills are absolutely unparalleled in the world, but this young man seems to be sincerely looking for faults. "Not good, not good, whoever wants to listen to this kind of bad music, I want to listen to Shiba Mo, you give me one."

When the other attendants heard the young master's words, they smiled maliciously, and all of them laughed in an extremely obscene manner.

Yanmo endured it, did not have an attack, but said indifferently, "I'm sorry, I can't."

"No, it's okay if you don't, as long as you come down obediently and let me touch it a few times." There was another burst of laughter, and the eyes of those people looking at Yanmo became more and more wretched and obscene, As if wishing to pounce on him at this moment and strip off his clothes.

"Don't bully people too much." A few old guys from the teahouse also rushed out, putting on a desperate posture.

"You step back." Yan Mo waved his hand, this person gave Yan Mo an indescribable feeling, and any of the servants around this person were first-class martial arts people, so this person could have such a grandeur. It shouldn't be easy.

"This young master's consumption in the teahouse today is all free, which is my apology."

"Hmph, young master, do I seem to have no money?" The young master quit and kicked the chair next to him away, "If you don't play and sing these eighteen touches for me today, I will smash your teahouse, and……"

The man paused for a moment, then smiled, his eyes full of obscenity.

"Damn you." The old shopkeeper couldn't bear it long ago, how could such a noble and wonderful young master be insulted like this.

The old shopkeeper rushed over desperately, the young man sneered disdainfully, raised his hand, and a tiny silver needle in his palm pierced into the old shopkeeper's heart without warning.

The old shopkeeper staggered back two steps, and suddenly convulsed a few times and died.

Yan Mo was shocked when he saw it, and hurried over to check. The old shopkeeper had already died, but it didn't look like he was injured by internal force, let alone poisoned. What's going on?

"You guys are bullying too much." Yanmo gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"We not only bullied you, but also slept with you." Several people laughed loudly, and then began to unbutton their trouser belts very obscenely, exposing their ugly lower body.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the guests in the hall ran away one after another.

Yan Mo was really angry this time, he slapped fiercely and shouted mercilessly, someone vomited blood under the palm, and Yan Mo seemed to be dancing a beautiful dance with his hands and feet, but that beautiful dance The following moves are all fierce and deadly moves.

This is a Shura dance, only the dead can be lucky enough to see it.

Although Yanmo shot fiercely, he didn't intend to kill these people, he just used his internal force to injure them, but the strange thing is that these people spit out a mouthful of blood after falling to the ground, and they died just like that.

Including that noble son, Yan Mo's eyes widened in surprise, he had no intention of killing people in the first place, and he also reserved his actions, how could they die.

Before Yanmo could figure it out, a large number of people came outside again, they were the imperial guards in the city.

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