Quick time travel: The sick and charming villain in my strategy has turned black again

Chapter 215

Hearing Duan Mu's situation here, Tu Yaoyao's eyebrows twitched slightly. It seems that his life here is not easy.

How can people from other countries be so friendly?

It's all about calculations.

Duan Mu, as the hostage of Yunguo, has no cronies or influence here, so he can only let himself be manipulated.

However, for some reason, Tu Yaoyao always felt that Duan Mu would never accept his fate easily.

According to what Wu Wei said, Duan Mu didn't resist at all, instead of his usual surly behavior in Yun Kingdom, he let the royal family of the Southern Kingdom arrange him instead.

This point, whether it is Duan Mu in the past or Duan Mu now, is very strange.

The proton is so quiet, it must be acting as a demon.

She didn't quite believe that such a person would be easily manipulated.

Waving Wu Wei down, Tu Yaoyao frowned and began to think.

It is now in the southern imperial city.

Qi Linghai didn't know for what purpose, he gave Duan Mu his own independent mansion, and it might not be easy to meet Duan Mu.

People around the Proton Mansion must have been arranged to monitor closely, and Duan Mu's every move will eventually be reported to the palace in detail.

Besides the one from the imperial palace, Qi Linghai and Qi Lingchuan are also in control of the Proton Mansion.

These two people are in the same situation now, if they want to see Duan Mu, they have to start with them first.

Qi Linghai is a frequent visitor to Fushenglou.

He also seems to have a somewhat unpredictable attitude towards Duan Mu.

As for Qi Lingchuan.
Tu Yaoyao's eyes flickered slightly.

"What does He Zhirong look like?"

Since the death of He Zhirong, Qi Lingchuan's temperament has changed greatly, moody, if he finds out that there is a woman similar to He Zhirong in Fushenglou.
Tu Yaoyao's expression caught the eyes of Hua Li and the others, and they immediately understood what Tu Yaoyao meant.

"I'll make arrangements."

Three days later, Fushenglou held the annual oiran election.

Everyone in the world knows that the women in Fushenglou are all top-notch, and the oiran is even more stunning. Many people want to join in the fun.

Even if you can't kiss Fangze, you can always feast your eyes.

In order for more people to participate, Tu Yaoyao even sent out leaflets, the streets and alleys were full of portraits of this year's oiran, and the top painter Mochizuki personally wrote the paintings, making them even more lifelike.

Although such physical labor should not be done by Mochizuki, but looking at Tu Yaoyao's encouraging eyes, Mochizuki could only accept this task sadly.

The portraits were quickly sent to the homes of the dignitaries.

Fushenglou's status in Nanguo is not as high as that in Yunguo, but due to its particularity and the fact that the intelligence system is indeed first-class, many people are willing to sell this face and not make enemies with it.

Even Duan Mu received a portrait.

He looked at them one by one with great interest, and when he saw one of them, his fingertips paused, as if he remembered something, and then he opened it thoughtfully.

But no longer interested in scrolling down.

Duan Mu looked at the dead tree in the yard, the wound on his wrist had scabbed over, and his eyes flickered slightly.

So, is it a coincidence?

He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was taking a nap.

In the Proton Mansion, there were only a few guards brought by Yun Guo, and the rest were placed by various forces, and his people couldn't get close at all.

Although his freedom was not restricted, it was restricted every step of the way.

Everyone in this mansion represents the forces behind it, and every move is in the eyes of others.

In addition, the surroundings of the mansion were closely monitored.

Qi Lingchuan was practicing archery when his bodyguard came over with a stack of portraits, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, this was sent by someone from Fushenglou, who said it was the oiran election."

Qi Lingchuan stopped, and the arrow in his hand hit the bull's-eye accurately.

Glancing at those portraits, he said lightly, "It's lost."

He's not interested in participating in these things, but they're all boring people's stuff.

The guard paused and said, "Prince Hai may go."

Qi Lingchuan didn't even turn his head, but just sneered: "The prince won't go anymore, a person who is addicted to sensuality will not achieve great things after all."

"Your Highness, Fusheng Tower is not an ordinary place for sensuality. If you don't deal with them, a lot of information will flow into the hands of Prince Hai."

The guard continued.

"They only recognize money. Even if this prince goes to kill their people today, they will still sell the information to me with a smile. Why do we have to deal with it?"

Qi Lingchuan kept moving, and the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm.

After all, Fushenglou is just a profit-seeking businessman, and he doesn't even bother to establish good relations with merchants, a simple business relationship is enough.

It has to be said that Qi Lingchuan has realized the truth that he is God.

But what he didn't know was that this action was carried out by Tu Yaoyao against him.

Seeing that Qi Lingchuan was not interested, the guards retreated wisely.

The oiran election is in full swing.

That night, the lights were dim, and the Fusheng Building was crowded with people.

Tu Yaoyao sat behind the scenes, watching the crowd below.

As she expected, Qi Linghai really came.

And, with Qi Linghai, there is Duan Mu.

When looking at the thin figure, Tu Yaoyao's pupils shrank, she stood up abruptly, her fingertips were trembling.

is it him?
Everything is conjecture, if Misawa is not reborn at all, then everything she did today is just a joke.

"little Master."

Hua Li held Tu Yaoyao's shoulder slightly, and shook his head at her.

Taking a deep breath, Tu Yaoyao sat down slowly, but her gaze remained on Duan Mu and did not move away.

Duan Mu, who came in with Qi Linghai, seemed to have a feeling, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Tu Yaoyao's direction from a distance across several floors.

Tu Yaoyao's heart trembled.

Duan Mu looked back as if nothing had happened.

Huali winked at Wangyue and the others, signaling them to stay with Tu Yaoyao well.

"Little master, I'm going down to host, it's about to start, and the best show is yet to come."

His eyes were a little worried.

"Go, don't worry, I won't be impulsive."

If Qi Linghai sees that their ultimate goal is Duan Mu, I'm afraid they will get into unnecessary trouble.

Hua Li then nodded and went down. When she appeared in front of the stage, Hua Li had a gentle face, a smile on her lips, and her handsome face was unforgettable.

The people in Fushenglou had never seen Huali before, and they all speculated that Huali was the boss behind Fushenglou.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. This year's oiran election is the beauty we have found everywhere. I will meet you soon. Vote for the oiran in your mind. If you are the selected guest, there will be a mysterious event after the end. A big gift."

In previous years, Fusheng Building also held such activities.

The big gifts given out afterwards were all extremely attractive. Being able to receive gifts and see beauties naturally attracted many guests.

Of course, the last oiran will appoint a guest as the guest of honor tonight.

The atmosphere became more and more lively.

(End of this chapter)