Leave it to the uncle to buy road money

Murong Hai's expression was light and calm, without any threatening panic, the folding fan he closed knocked on himself again and again, as if he was thinking about the possibility of carrying out what he just said.

The smile on Lingzhu's face froze when she heard the words, but her voice was still soft, "Master, you are joking, maybe you have misunderstood Lingzhu, why don't we talk about it in the room."

As she spoke, she waved her hand to screen away the people around her.

Murong Hai looked at the hand on his shoulder with cold eyes, and pushed the fan away with a look of disgust, "No need, it's a good time, I'd better go back to the inn to sleep, I can go on the road tomorrow, no need Wasting time on irrelevant people."

After saying that, without waiting for Lingzhu's reaction, she walked away directly.

Lingzhu's eyes turned cold, and she directly reached out to grab Murong Hai's wrist.

However, Murong Hai hadn't reacted yet, Lingzhu let go of her hand first and let go.

She looked at her palm with a cold and pretty face, as if it had been scalded by a soldering iron, it was already glowing red now.

Can this person block her Gu Qi?

Doesn't that prove that she can see through her true identity.

No, absolutely can't just let him leave like this.

"Young master, don't you want to see the real red building? Although Lingzhu can't get into your eyes, there are still some sisters who show some talents for you. Don't you really want to see it?" She raised her head again. Sometimes, even a trace of sternness on his face is hard to see.

Murong Hai silently lamented how quickly this woman's face changed, but he was really moved by the content of her words.

As top as this girl is, there should not be many girls who use crooked means to seduce people's hearts, although he doesn't quite understand why those guests put on a look of infatuation when they listen to the ugly music of the piano.

But just by looking at the evil spirit surrounding this girl, one can guess that this girl probably didn't do anything good on weekdays.

That is to say, the phoenix real fire in his body can see through falsehood.

If all the red buildings are of this virtue, Donglai's foundation will inevitably be shaken, and he may have to go back and unite with the people of Dragon City to bring this place together.

After all, many of the people who will pass through the new city are descendants of aristocratic families who are going to the Luoxi Mountains. They are the hope of the future of the family, and it is not easy to fall into the hands of such people.

Lingzhu waved her hand to beckon the little girl who was following her with a timid expression. When Murong Hai looked over, she felt her eyes light up.

This little girl looks pretty, but her eyes are a little red and swollen, as if she just cried. Could it be that the old bustard in the red building is blind, this girl is much prettier than this Lingzhu.

It is estimated that there are few people who are inferior to Lingzhu in terms of talent.

"Go, invite some sisters here, and I will serve this young master." Lingzhu ordered, and while speaking, she rolled up Murong Hai's sleeve.

Murong Hai frowned slightly to avoid her movements.

"I'll stay here to watch, you stay away from me, and since it's your sister, you go and invite it yourself, so that I can feel more comfortable with that girl staying here just now."

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Lingzhu tugged at the corner of her lips.

This man is really clueless.

"Okay, young master, please wait for a moment." She replied, and then she stepped up and chased in the direction where the girl left just now, and stopped her who was timidly walking and didn't know how to speak to the girls in the red building.

"Wait, I'll invite it myself." Lingzhu called to her impatiently.

The girl suddenly panicked, and knelt down on the ground with a thud, "Miss, miss, I was wrong, I should leave quickly."

"Why are you crying? Those who don't know think I've bullied you." Lingzhu kicked her impatiently, "Stand up and serve tea to that son just now." jaw.

"Hand out."

The girl tremblingly stretched out her palm, and handed it to Lingzhu. Lingzhu stretched out her hand holding a pill and put it in her palm, "What's your name?"

"Slave, servant girl, my name is Lan Xiang." The girl trembled a bit, and managed to hold the round pill in her hand.

Lingzhu sneered, "Okay, when you serve tea later, put this pill into the tea, make sure he drinks it, it's done, let's forget about you annoying me today."

Lan Xiang's eyes lit up, and she bowed slightly, "Thank you, Miss."

"Okay, let's go." Lingzhu waved her hands impatiently, and walked upstairs to the boudoirs of the ladies in the red building with her body swaying.

Lan Xiang stood up and walked towards the tea room, and soon came out with a cup of hot tea. The pills had already completely melted in the brown tea water, and the tea leaves in the cup were sinking and floating, forming a layer of light mist, which was true. No one can see the difference.

She walked until she was about to return to the hall before she found a place to put the tray and put the lid on the teacup.

Lan Xiang, who had always been worried about the special changes in the tea, had to think of an excuse in advance, was relieved at this time, and the next step was how to persuade the young master to drink the tea in the cup.

Lan Xiang cautiously entered the room with her head lowered. Murong Hai was sitting there shaking her fan. When she heard footsteps, she turned her head slowly and saw the little girl just now.

She placed the tray on the table respectfully, "My lord has been waiting for a long time, please drink some tea. This tea is the best Ximuyan in the red building. I served it to you according to Miss's order."

"Miss really attaches great importance to the young master." Lan Xiang said something as if sighing.

"You sit here." Murong Hai knocked on the chair beside him, "I'll ask you a few questions."

"I don't dare to be a slave, please tell me if you have any questions." Lan Xiang bowed and squatted and gave a salute, her voice was thin and weak.

"Is your red building of this level?" Murong Hai frowned.

"My lord, you are joking. The young ladies in the Red House are all talented and beautiful. It is because you have too high a view, my lord... Let's drink tea first, lord." Lan Xiang kept half-squatting, not daring to get up.

Murong Hai's gaze skipped over the teacup, and he tapped the cup with his fingers. Although he didn't feel anything unusual from this cup of tea, the girl asked him to drink tea several times.

Murong Hai hooked his lips, "What did you put in this tea?" His voice was extremely relaxed, but Lan Xiang froze immediately, and knelt down on the ground, "My lord, there is really nothing in this tea, it's just If the young master doesn't drink, the young lady will definitely not spare the slave." She raised her head to reveal a face that was already crying.

Murong Hai's heart softened immediately.

Modesty and gentlemanship have always been Murong Hai's code of conduct, manners and etiquette are unshakable in his heart, how can he bear a girl crying because of him? Even if the reason is very inexplicable.

"Get up, don't cry, can't I drink it?"

You can't directly poison him to death, the signboard of the Red Mansion, unless you want to get rid of it.