Quick time villain is sweet and wild

Chapter 312 Jun is sick (26)

If you talk about love, the book is probably the story of a romantic scholar and a rich lady.

Qi Cong knew that those romantic scholars were very good at making women happy.

Just like the scholar who eloped with his mother when he was just five years old and flirted with his rhetoric.

The story book should also write down what to say and what to do, right?

Although Qi Cong didn't have a good impression of this kind of eloquent man, but if he could make Rong Huang forgive him for what he did before, it would not be impossible.

Sooner or later, I have to tell Rong Huang that the sooner I study it, the better my chances of winning.

Qi Cong looked at some old signboards, looked at Eunuch Peng expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone, "Knock on the door."

As the eunuch next to the tyrant, Eunuch Peng, of course, also took on the responsibility of fighting in the front line, so he just rushed forward with all his strength.

Eunuch Peng knocked on the door.

If one stroke is not enough, then two strokes, if two strokes are not enough, then three strokes, if three strokes are not enough, then three strokes are not enough.
The door creaked open, and before Eunuch Peng could speak, he was slapped across the face by the boss' scolding.

"Who is it? Why are you knocking at night? Why don't you let people sleep?!"

Eunuch Peng smiled and took out a bag of silver from his sleeve, and stuffed it into the hands of the owner of the book shop, "My master wants to buy some books at your house."

The boss weighed the heavy silver in his hand, as if he changed his face immediately, the impatience on his face disappeared immediately, and he looked flattering.

"Buying books? All right, please come in! Don't think my store is small, but it has everything you want to read!" The boss laughed after finishing speaking.

Qi Cong stepped into the book shop, and glanced at the enthusiastic boss who was following behind.

With a light cough, Qi Cong looked a little unnatural, "I'll do it myself."

The boss froze for a moment, responded several times, and stood behind the counter.

Those who are rich are their ancestors, and they can do whatever they want.

There are quite a lot of books in the bookstore, of various types, and the four-storey bookshelves are full.

There are categories marked on the side of each bookshelf, and Qi Cong quickly found the row of bookshelves he wanted to buy.

The boss, who had been secretly observing the distinguished guests, twitched his lips when he saw the markings on the bookshelf.

The man looked very expensive, but he didn't expect to buy a book that only women would read.

Tsk tsk, the thinking of this rich man is really strange.

Qi Cong didn't choose carefully, but just randomly picked up two notebooks that he thought might be useful.

After paying the money, Qi Cong rolled up the not-so-thick book, and just took it out of the bookstore.

"go back."

Eunuch Peng, who was guarding the door, hurriedly followed.

Back at Heguan Hall, Qi Cong closed the door with his backhand, and walked into the inner hall with his scripture book.

Half an hour later, the man who had always been in front of the Taishan collapse and remained unchanged had strange red ears, and his eyes were empty.

The book in front of him was turned upside down on the table.

The man's amber eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to take the sandalwood beads and wrapped them around his wrists.

The faint, almost invisible sandalwood scent dilutes the original turbulent emotions.

Qi Cong closed the book, put it in the bottom drawer of the desk, and took out a few useless books and pressed them on it.

The indifferent and murderous tyrant sat in the huge and empty Heguan Palace, his eyes were downcast and he didn't know what he was thinking.

As the candle went out, a shadow was left on the antique rack behind the man.
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In a blink of an eye, it was the 70th birthday of Mrs. Dingguo Hou.

Early in the morning, Qi Cong asked Eunuch Peng to send him a token to leave the palace, and even randomly picked something from his private treasury as a birthday present for Rong Huang.

(End of this chapter)