Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

Go straight up the stairs, push open the secret door, and close it again. After the restoration, there is a bookshelf.

Sure enough, the ancients loved to build secret rooms behind this.

This is just a small study next to the bedroom, connected to the bedroom.

Zuo Yan looked down at the man on the ground, his body was in a coma.

Today Zhu Xu heard something about men not lifting, so he drank a little too much when he came back, and seemed to take too much medicine.

"Come on."

Across the door, there was a servant answering at the door, and he came in only after getting his permission.

"Father."

Zuo Yan pointed to the person on the ground, and the servants immediately understood that several people carried him away together.

But I wondered in my heart, the master always keeps people overnight, so is it possible that Mr. Yu Lang will fall out of favor?

After the people left, Zuo Yan lay on the bed, "What is the identity of the target this time?"

Don't tell him that he is the emperor.

System: "I didn't see the target, I don't know for now, and what you did just now will attract suspicion."

Zuo Yan humbly asked, "Under normal circumstances, what would Zhu Xu do?"

System: "Change to another servant."

Zuo Yan is speechless, don't you know what it means to hide the truth?

Good growth does not mean that the golden gun will not fall all the year round.

The next day, after Zuo Yan woke up, he was served by a group of people. Until the meal, as long as he saw his eyes, there would be a beautiful maid serving him food.

But winking is fine.

After eating and drinking enough, it is time to go out and do the daily routine of the thirteen princes, and go out to make trouble.

Standing in front of the mirror, I can only see the sharp-edged outline of the person in the mirror, the face is as clear as a sculpture, with straight and straight eyebrows flying obliquely, slender and sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, slender, tall but With a not rough figure, he is cold and arrogant, arrogant and aggressive, disdainful of the strength of the world.

The above is Zuo Yan's imagination, but the reality is...

"Isn't this look a bit girly?"

System: "It's too beautiful in your imagination."

Zhu Xu's appearance is like walking out of an ink painting.

The combination of black and white is more like ink will spill out every time you move.

System: ... What a metaphor.

Zuo Yan looked at it for a while, changed into a red coat, and looked more energetic. He took a jade bone fan in his hand, opened it with a brush, and fanned it twice pretendingly.

"System, am I handsome?"

"handsome."

"It's the truth when you hear it."

System: ...the face.

Zuo Yan brought a few people out of the palace and went straight to the main street.

Whenever you encounter a hawker selling food on the road, you can't help but take a second look.

But he couldn't buy it yet, and the system heard the sound of swallowing saliva countless times.

Zuo Yan's servants were familiar with the road, and the road was obviously so wide, so he pushed away the people next to him, leaving a large space for him in the middle.

Zuo Yan looked at other people's eyes and felt like a mentally handicapped person walking.

A group of people surrounded the front, Zuo Yan said: "What's going on."

The servants squeezed in immediately, and came back after a while and said, "Master Hui, there is a girl who is selling her body to bury her father."

This bridge...is slightly familiar.

System: "Buy!"

Before Zuo Yan could say anything, the subordinates he brought had already pushed everyone away.

A girl with her head bowed inside kept hiding, "What are you hiding? Aren't you going to sell yourself to bury your father? At least let the master see how much you are worth."

The girl didn't dare to raise her head, she was shaking all the time, and she looked very frightened.

The people around gathered in a circle, pointing and whispering.

"It seems that this girl is about to fall into the hands of Mr. Zhao."

"Should be able to be a concubine in Room 79."

"Isn't it No.70 Eighth Room?"

"You don't know yet? Yiren from Zuiyufang was carried into Zhao's residence early in the morning."

As they spoke, they were pushed aside, and a noble man took the previous place, and they couldn't vent their anger.

"It seems that it is not certain who will win the prize."

Zuo Yan originally just wanted to take a look, but there were too many girls and boys in his house.There is no need to see one and rob the other, which is more harmful to people.

But when you hear the name, you know you must grab it.

Just as the handsome man was about to touch the girl's chin, he was pinned down by a jade-white fan.

"This girl, I want it."

Looking at the fan, Zhao Feiyun knew who it was, stood up and turned around, "Would I say no?"

Zuo Yan curled his lips into a smile, "Who are you?"

"Master Thirteen, this girl is the one my young master fell in love with first."

Zuo Yan glanced at his servant indifferently, "Is it your turn to speak?"

"Snapped!"

"Dare to be disrespectful to the prince, how dare you have guts!"

Zuo Yan looked at the little man who appeared in front of him, when did he appear.

After the beating, Qing Pi stood beside the master, "Master."

The slap marks on the boy's face swelled up quickly, as if he hadn't used all his strength.

"Before hitting someone next time, remember to say hello to Mr. Zhao."

Qing Pi lowered his head and said, "Yes."

Zhao Feiyun looked at him coldly, "It's up to the owner to beat a dog, Xiao Shisan."

"I'm looking at you." Zuo Yan spread his fan and slapped it, laughing wantonly.

Zhao Feiyun is the nephew of the empress of the current dynasty. The Zhao family has become more and more powerful over the years, and he has become more and more domineering. Regarding Zuo Yan's identity, he dared to call him by his name directly.

After fanning twice, his fingers got stuck, Zuo Yan's smile froze, he was overplaying, the fan was not light, so he closed the fan and coughed lightly.

"So, you have to fight me today?" Zhao Feiyun raised his chin and looked at him.

Nonsense, never snatched it.

Zuo Yan felt that it was necessary to take a look before grabbing, so he leaned over and lifted the girl's chin with the fan handle.

"Little beauty..."

I was stunned when I saw this.

Where did this evildoer come from, let the old man accept her quickly.

Pale skin, narrow eyebrows and eyes, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, as if because of crying before, there is a tinge of red, and a mole of the same color is dotted at the end of the eye.

The bright red lips were bitten, and she looked at him pitifully.

"My lord..."

The voice is different from the softness of other girls, but it is not magnetic.

System: "The target appears, whether to receive the data."

"Don't accept it yet."

Wait, you said this is my goal?

System: "That's right."

Zuo Yan rubbed his chin, "Tell me whether she is male or female."

System: "Male."

Zuo Yan held back his smile, "I found confidence in him."

With this appearance, hahahahaha, Zuo Yan thinks he is already a man.

The beauty looked at the smile in his eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in his downcast eyes.

Zhao Feiyun looked at her face, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said to her with absolute certainty: "Wait to be my first..."

"Room No. 80. Young Master." The servant approached him and said.

"Xiao Shisan, we have the old rules, whoever wins will take away."

Listening to the voice behind him, Zuo Yan leaned closer to the person in front of him, "Do you want to go with me, or follow him?"

The breath hit his ear, and his fair skin instantly turned red.

Zuo Yan withdrew his hand silently, stood up, "You should be able to sell it for a good price as a brothel."

System: "You try."

The sun was shining on his body, and it was a little hot. Zuo Yan spread out his fan to cover his head, looked back at the arrogant person, and curled his thin lips, "Okay."

Zhao Feiyun was stunned for a moment, feeling for the first time that this dude is not bad.

But when a group of people surrounded him, Zhao Feiyun shouted at him who led the beauty away: "What do you mean!"

Zuo Yan rested his chin on the shoulder of the person beside him, tilted his head slightly, and looked contemptuously, "Rules are dead."

Gently sniffing at the neck, "People are alive."

The injury last time was just right, so he didn't play heads-up like a fool, and it's not like he would die with so many subordinates.

He said that he left arrogantly.

He hugged the target's waist with his left arm, and was very dissatisfied with the target's height. Looking thin and small, he was half a head taller than him.