The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

Mu Luan looked at Shen Yin in confusion.

The backyard of Hexiang Pavilion has a separate courtyard with winding paths, quiet and elegant atmosphere, which makes it look like a private residence.

After a cup of tea, the servant walked through the corridor and stopped in the reception room. He bowed to the man in white who was drinking tea and said, "Sir, those two have gone back."

Hearing this, Bai Qingchen paused with his hand twisting the foam on the tea lid and said calmly, "Go down."

"Yes," the servant left as instructed.

The hall fell into silence again, with only the slight sound of tea cups clinking in the air.

Bai Qingchen took a sip of the fragrant Guzhu Zisun tea. The ripples in the cup faintly reflected the man's playful and lazy eyes.

"Refused?"

"Oh, what a pity."

Even if she dresses up as a lady or a gentleman, it is difficult to hide her beautiful eyebrows, watery eyes, and stunning figure.

He raised his head and savored the fragrance in his mouth. The smile in his eyes deepened. He shook his head and said, "If he knew that his little thing came to visit a brothel, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would sell her to me?"

If such a delicate young lady fell into his hands, he would really feel reluctant to do it.

Bai Qingchen sighed silently, but just halfway through his sigh, a sharp sound of wind suddenly blew in his ears.

He subconsciously dodged backwards with the cup in his hand.

At the critical moment, a dagger with a cold glow came with a thud, brushed the edge of the cup, and stabbed into the table beside him.

At the same time, the tea in Bai Qingchen's cup seemed to be stirred up, and the waves rolled towards his moon-white robe.

Like an indescribable painting, leaving behind tender leaves soaked with bright light green juice.

Bai Qingchen was still holding the jade porcelain cup that was about to fall out of his hand with two fingers. He stood there in disbelief, looking at the man who was strolling towards him with his hands behind his back.

"Who provokes you? Why are you so angry? Be careful..."

"What about her?"

Jun Zhao half closed his eyes and walked towards Bai Qingchen with steady steps.

Bai Qingchen shook his clothes guiltily and asked knowingly, "Who? There are so many people coming and going here, how would I know you..."

Suddenly meeting the man's dark and sinister gaze, Bai Qingchen changed the subject, forced a dry laugh, pointed outside and said, "How about... I find two clean girls for you to cool you down?"

Jun Zhao calmly withdrew his gaze, and his bony fingers grasped the handle of the knife that was inserted into the wood of the upper half of the table.

He said slowly, word by word: "Seeing blood is more pleasant to my body and mind than reducing heat."

As he spoke, he pulled out the dagger easily, and the sharp blade swayed in the jumping lights not far away, and attacked Bai Qingchen coldly.

Seeing the arrogance hidden in him, Bai Qingchen didn't dare to joke anymore and blurted out, "He's gone. He didn't even come to see me after I personally invited him."

The blade just barely scratched his exposed neck.

Jun Zhao swiftly put the dagger into his sleeve, turned around and walked out.

The ending of the sad voice came slowly, "For the last time, don't let me see you again."

He didn't even look at Bai Qingchen and walked away.

Bai Qingchen hesitated as he looked at the departing black shadow, his trembling pupils showing dissatisfaction.

"I just arrived tonight, and you're asking me to hurry on in this pitch-black sky. Are you still a human being?"

Just as he thought of something, a calm smile appeared on his handsome face again.

He raised his hand and touched Shang Zai's neck as if nothing had happened, and said, "I don't know which girl she is, but she has the bad luck to meet this stinky lunatic!"

On the carriage back to the Imperial Censorate, Shen Yin said with lingering feelings: "Yaoyao, why didn't you agree to meet her? Such a charming courtesan, even one more glance at her would be a feast for the eyes."

Mu Luan looked at her quietly, "It's too late today. After all, we've already met once. It's worth the trip. If we go back any later, I'm afraid you and my father and mother will notice something."

Shen Yin nodded with interest, "That's true. If we are discovered, it will be difficult to get out next time."

Mu Luan paused.

Next time? And next time?

But on second thought, there will indeed be a next time.

And it should be here soon.

I just don’t know if it will be as smooth as today.

Today, the two of them finally managed to convince Shen Yin's maid...

In fact, it was Shen Yin who unilaterally used "force" and threats to make the servants in the courtyard keep the whereabouts of the two secret and secretly leave the Censorate through the back door.

At this time, the elders of both families probably thought that the two of them had a deep friendship, so they stayed quietly in Shen Yin's courtyard.

Little did they know that the two of them had already been enjoying themselves outside for some time.

Mu Luan looked a little vague, and for some reason she felt vaguely uneasy.

She tried hard to suppress her restless heart and returned to the Censorate through the back door.

A quarter of an hour later, he got on his own carriage in front of the Censorate's Mansion and returned to the General's Mansion.

Before she left, Shen Hui personally went out to see her off, and earnestly advised her again and again, "It's getting late, I'll have the servants clean up the room next to Ayin's, you can stay here tonight, I'll send someone to inform your parents."

Mu Luan waved her hand a little awkwardly to decline.

If Shen Hui knew that she had instigated Shen Yin to visit a brothel today, he would probably beat her out of the house with a broom.

The carriage swayed and drove away into the distance.

No one noticed that a long shadow had been following behind Mu Luan's carriage.

The shadow was always not too far away from the carriage, but even someone with strong internal strength like Yunhe did not notice anything unusual.

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion gate, and Mu Luan got off as usual.

A strong arm stretched out in front of him, and Mu Luan took it without any hesitation.

Just as he stepped on the pedal, a shadow slowly approached from the distance.

It followed the stirrups, hooked onto the hem of her dress, climbed up to her waist, and then to her slender shoulders, until it enveloped her entire body.

Mu Luan's eyelashes moved slightly, and she slowly raised her eyes and looked forward.

The orange octagonal lantern under the eaves was cast on the man's broad back, leaving a long, elf-like shadow in front of him.

"Miss, have you found your way home?"

Jun Zhao's eyes casually swept across her slender white knuckles on Yun He's forearm, and he looked at the slightly stunned little girl leisurely.

This gloomy tone made not only Mu Luan, but even Yun He, who was standing with his head held high, couldn't help but frown.

Although Mr. Jiuyou has the ability to detoxify, he is just a traveling doctor.

He has no power or influence, but for some reason he carries an air of noble coldness that cannot be ignored.

It was because of this strange and dangerous aura that he sent people to secretly watch his every move.

There are always accidents with the trackable guards.

Either they got lost, or they fainted inexplicably in a place.

To this day, this person still hasn't revealed any clues.

If it weren't for the fact that he could detoxify the young lady, I would have long suspected that he had ulterior motives.

Mu Luan pretended to be calm and stepped on the pedal to get off the carriage, and her slender white hand swiftly left Yun He's forearm.