Disarming Allure

He unconsciously put his tone into an extremely infatuated voice, his voice was so soft that water could drip out, but his tone revealed an undeniable majesty, the strength on his arm was getting stronger and stronger, and his claws seemed to have a slight tendency to slide down.Being so frivolous in front of so many people, Ling almost couldn't hold back anymore, she clenched her fists and wanted to greet him, but in the end she pressed her lips into a line, let out a long breath, and said coldly: "The song is over, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."

None of the officials below dared to breathe, they knew that the rules of this young man were one guest, one song, three guests a day, and he was still untouchable by a young man. In the sky, no matter how many people spend all their wealth, they will not be able to see him, and behind the scenes of Liulou, there is Nangong Lian sitting in town, and no one dares to make trouble. If the prince hadn't personally invited him this time, how many people sitting below would be lucky see?

But I didn't expect that this young man seemed to be very lofty, he didn't even buy the general's account, he really made a joke of his own life!

Nangong Yi watched from the sidelines, fearing that the world would not be chaotic: "What? General Huangfu, have you taken a fancy to him? His worth is not low...don't ruin your family for playing..."

Huangfu hugged the man with a contented smile on his face, and squinted his eyes at Nangong Lian: "Isn't this the prince who said he would recommend it to me? Why, you can see it but you can't eat it?"

Nangong Lian ignored Mr. Ling's sharp eyes and quietly smiled at him, and said with a rare gentle smile: "How could it be? General Huangfu is free to..."

Now that the boss behind Liulou has spoken, who dares to say another word?Young Master Ling retracted his gaze without a trace, although he was still a little unwilling, he slowly lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, but his attitude seemed to be much more docile with Nangong Lian's approval.

Huangfu took the people to the table in satisfaction, and the singing and dancing resumed in the hall. Although Linggongzi's song was like a flash in the pan, it made the following programs seem to be lacklustre, and almost no one could pay attention to them any more.

Even so, those actors and musicians also boasted hard, wishing to send their good embryos to Huangfu, but Huangfu seemed a little uninterested, and only cared about adding food to the actor's bowl. Knowing how infatuated he was with this person, he couldn't help sighing in his heart at Huangfu's beauty, and because of Huangfu's seemingly affectionate but ruthless attitude, he felt sorry for the beauty's future fate.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food, seeing the moon rising to the climax of the night, and the night dew heavy, when the impatience to drive people away became more and more obvious in Huangfu's eyes, the little emperor finally had enough of watching the drama, and announced on airs that he would back to the palace.

A group of ministers longed to get their feet oiled, and when they saw that the emperor wanted to leave, they all stood up and greeted each other, surrounded by the emperor and the prince, and walked towards the gate in a lively manner.

Naturally, Huangfu wanted to do a good job of superficial work and send the man to Zhongxin Street. Before leaving, he entrusted Mr. Ling to the two servants who led him in, and then winked at the little maid Linglong who had been standing behind her all the time. Only then did he follow the large army of the minister of guards with a smirk, and sent away that little scourge, Nangong Yi.

Only Ling, the two young servants and the little maid were left in the hall, and the lingering aftertaste of the excitement just now seemed to have not yet dissipated, but the hall, which had been so hot all night, was emptied in an instant.

The food in the porcelain bowl on the table in front of Ling was barely touched, he stood up gently, and signaled the servant to leave.

At this time, the inconspicuous little girl who had been standing behind stepped forward, and blocked his way with a decent chuckle: "Young master, stop."

Only then did Ling look straight at her. The little maid was dressed in a red jacket and brocade cloth, with two buns combed, her eyes rolled up, her face was clever, and Ni Duan, who had a good footwork and martial arts skills, looked at her. It turned out that she was a servant girl who was quite liked by Huangfu, so she was naturally different from those ordinary servant girls.

Before Ling could speak, a young boy in green clothes who followed behind him couldn't help but confront the maid: "Stop? What steps are left!? Our young master has already made an exception this time! Why are you still here? Are you angry at your grievances? It's not too early now, the young master's body is very precious, and he has to go back to rest..."

Ling stopped softly: "Ming Han."

The young servant in Tsing Yi bit his lip, and retreated unwillingly with staring eyes.

Linglong did not show any signs of anger, but said politely: "Mr. Ling, the general has set up bouillon in the backyard, sir, please move."

There was no expression on Ling's face, but he still squinted his eyes in an undetectable way. The two servants had been with him for three months, so they knew that his expression was a bit sullen.

The two servants have been serving him since the day he came, so they know the nobleman's nobility, and they also guessed that he was the young master of a rich family before he fell into the dust, so they are very disgusted with these jobs of making jokes and people. This time General Huangfu teased him time and time again, provoking his bottom line, and now he wants Young Master Ye to stay even more, what he wants to do to Young Master, Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone...

Just when Ming, Han and Ranyue both thought that Mr. Ling was about to leave in a fit of anger, he pursed his lips slightly as if he was fine and said, "Lead the way." It seemed that the anger that was ready to unleash just now was just an illusion.

The two young servants were dumbfounded. In the past three months, no one was lucky enough to be the young master's guest, but the young master didn't seem to want to see Huangfu too much, did he?Why did you agree like this?

Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and didn't dare to guess what Young Master Ling meant, so he just followed behind in a daze.

Although it is a general's mansion, the arrangement of the courtyard and the architectural form inevitably appear grand and solemn, but Huangfu is still a self-proclaimed man of sentimentality. few.Long lanterns with red paper and golden tassels are hung everywhere in the mansion, bypassing the nine-curved porch, and the circular door opening in the back garden is revealed in the white plum blossoms that have just bloomed on both sides.

Huangfu leaned against the bluestone brick door opening, waiting there with a smile on his face.

When the little maid Linglong saw her master, she took out a bag of reward money and signaled the two servants to leave.

Minghan and Ranyue still looked at their young master with some worries, and refused to leave no matter what, Huangfu saw that the two were eager to protect the master, and was afraid that he would turn into a wolf and eat people in a blink of an eye, so he couldn't help smiling slightly, letting them Stay by the door.

Huangfu came forward to meet him in person, held onto Ling's hand, and groped in his palm with his index and middle fingers ambiguously.

Huangfu's hands were very dry, and his skin was slightly rough. It was inevitable that he would feel a little rough when he touched his palm, but it was warm, with that strange body temperature...

Ling almost subconsciously tried to break free, but when she recalled Nangong Lian's calm eyes earlier, she endured a little more and relaxed her tense body...

However, being held in such a flirtatious and teasing way makes everyone absolutely uncomfortable. He said with a little sarcasm: "The general is really in a good mood..." Instead of going to accompany the king of a country, he came back early to personally look at yourself.

Huangfu seemed to have seen through his mind: "The emperor has been surrounded by a group of ministers and went back... It would not be too little without me." He showed a clear expression... Sure enough... a person who has played the piano all the year round should have calluses on his fingers, but this young man has calluses on his palms, so he must be a person who has practiced weapons all year round.

He raised his eyebrows, pretended to be unconscious, and led the person to continue walking.

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