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On the other side, Meng Fuyuan was wearing a white gown with a round collar and silver silk embroidered unicorn, and a jade pendant on his waist. The place he was going at this moment was precisely the place of Mr. Zhemei, who was known as an out-of-this-world man in the Nanfeng Hall.

Long before Meng Fuyuan came to Soul and Building, Eleven and Twelve and others also proposed to the old bustard to see Mr. Zhemei, but they were all declined.

Only Meng Fuyuan was lucky enough to be "appreciated" by Mr. Zhemei.

Meng Fuyuan secretly thought it was not easy to see this Mr. Zhemei, knocked lightly on the door with his knuckles, pushed the door open and entered.

The screen made of mica divides the already narrow room into two, and a faint fragrance lingers in the room. The pattern on the screen is white and red Mei Aoxue in full bloom. There is a crisp and melodious pipa sound behind the screen, which is full like a crisp The pearl falls on the jade plate, and the oriole sings.

Meng Fuyuan could vaguely see the figure in red behind the screen.

Meng Fuyuan stood outside the screen, surrounded the surroundings calmly, listening to the sound of Mr. Zhemei playing the piano, the sound behind the Shang sound implied a sense of murderousness, and the long tail sound indicated that the strings had been vibrating for a long time. It is not reasonable for the small hall of Fengguan to know martial arts.

After the song was over, Meng Fuyuan didn't care about his piano skills, walked behind the screen, and praised while walking: "Zhemei is good at piano skills, can I play another song?"

"What do you want to hear, son?"

"Breaking Song."

Meng Fuyuan casually said a piece of music. He didn't intend to come to listen to the qin. He stood in front of Mr. Zhemei and looked at his hand holding the qin. There were calluses on his knuckles. The brothel in the brothel shouldn't be able to do any heavy work?How can there be cocoons?Could it be that my guess about Zhemei's martial arts is correct?

Meng Fuyuan pretended to be curious and walked up and down the room, occasionally touched the ceramic vase on the table, picked up the teapot and pretended to take a sip, seemingly looking at it casually, but in fact he was looking for a mechanism, if he was really here to exchange medicine for the puppet , there must always be a secret room mechanism, otherwise how would the medicinal materials be transported?Isn't it too obvious to send it in directly from the main entrance?

Meng Fuyuan went to the mirror dowry placed on the mahogany table again. The edge of the square mirror dome was carved with deer heads and irregular auspicious clouds. When he touched the vase just now, his hands were stained with dust. This mirror dowry was very clean, perhaps because the owner often For the sake of using it, Meng Fuyuan put his hands on the bottom of the mirror, turned his back halfway to block Mr. Zhemei's sight, and wanted to push the mirror horizontally——

This mirror donut is only filled with gold, silver and jade jewellery, it doesn't weigh too much, but it can't be pushed at this moment, this mirror donut is probably weird!

Meng Fuyuan heard the sound of Zhemei's clang and clang, but he didn't know if it was the reason for the selection of the song. Meng Fuyuan actually heard the murderous intent. The young master played another song, and suddenly a figure behind him rushed forward and hugged him.

Only then did Meng Fuyuan realize that Mr. Zhemei was actually taller than himself.

Both hands were grasped by Mr. Zhemei along the arms, Meng Fuyuan had to temporarily divert his attention from the mirror, and tried to break free, but found that the opponent was very strong.

I don't know if this Mr. Zhemei did it on purpose, is he really dissolute by nature, or is he afraid that he will find out that Jinglian is weird?

Meng Fuyuan couldn't see Mr. Zhemei's face, so he pretended to be calm and said, "Master, is he so impatient?"

"Of course."

"I thought the young master was so noble."

"Aloof?" Zhemei smiled lightly, "How can we be aloof in this industry? We are the most vulgar people, vulgar to the bone, and vulgar to the bone."

Meng Fuyuan was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes felt dizzy, his hands and feet became weak, Meng Fuyuan was shocked, and remembered the incense he had just entered this room to ask about.

Meng Fuyuan had taken Yang Qi's detoxification pill in advance. Yang Qi said that it could cure almost all the drugs and aphrodisiacs in the Jianghuai area. The drugs in the northerly areas might not be effective, but Jianzhou is located in the Jianghuai area. Yang Qi The detoxification pill didn't work at this moment?

Mr. Zhemei put his arms around Meng Fuyuan's waist and pushed back two steps, so that the latter's hands could not touch the mirror at all. Mr. Zhemei's ten fingers were like slippery snakes, and he walked downstream, untying Meng Fuyuan's waist The white jade belt in the middle was hooked, and the belt fell off. Mr. Zhemei took off Meng Fuyuan's hair crown again, and his long hair fell down.

Meng Fuyuan suppressed the discomfort in his body, and the Hidden Sword and smoke bomb hidden in his sleeve were ready to go, but Meng Fuyuan hesitated again.

Although I and the shadow guard said they were playing by ear when they gave orders, they finally discovered the weirdness. If they were to die with Mr. Zhemei at this moment, the mirror dowry might just be an ordinary mirror dome when they come back next time.

Meng Fuyuan hesitated for a moment, the outer shirt was already attached to the sleeve arrow and the smoke bomb and fell to the ground, cutting off the possibility of Meng Fuyuan's counterattack. Mr. Zhemei's hands are very strong, and because of the fragrance, he can't use his strength, Meng Fuyuan can't break free , was pulled to the bed, and forced to enjoy the caress of Mr. Zhemei. Every time the other touched her, she felt lewd and ecstasy, like a prodigal son who is proficient in sex.

The reputation of being out of dust and refined from vulgarity?It's just ironic.

Meng Fuyuan didn't want to reveal his flaws for the time being, after all, he was the one who asked to see Young Master Zhemei himself, and the opportunity was hard-won, hard-won, resisting the repulsive action, Meng Fuyuan thought hard about how to deal with it to be reasonable, so he let Young Master Zhemei strip off his shirt, Perhaps it was the effect of the incense that made the skin sensitive, or maybe it was because the only obscene clothes left made the flesh feel cold, and Meng Fuyuan's body couldn't stop trembling.

Suddenly a needle pierced the window paper and pierced the back of Mr. Zhemei's neck, and Mr. Zhemei fainted on the bed.

A figure broke through the window.

Meng Fuyuan was on guard subconsciously, but the next moment he was wrapped tightly by that man's cloak.

Huo Yi brought Meng Fuyuan into his arms, the hands holding Meng Fuyuan trembled uncontrollably, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Master, I'm late."