[Quick Transmigration] Your feelings

After Zhuang Yan took care of herself, she took a few attendants back to Xiangguan in a carriage.

After leaving the door, he thought of Rong Yue again, so he asked the waiter beside him: "Master Rong Yue has gone back?"

The waiter then replied: "The guest has left, Mr. Rong Yue is probably still washing up."

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Do you know which room he is in? I would like to meet him for a while."

The servant hesitated for a moment, but considering the identity of the person in front of him, he replied politely: "My lord, follow me."

Zhuang Yan followed the waiter to a room, the waiter knocked on the door and said, "Master Zhuang Yan is here, can you come in?"

After a while, someone came inside and opened the door.When Zhuang Yan entered, he saw that Rong Yue was being served by someone to put on his clothes. The window was wide open, and one could see the mist floating by the river and the green willows drooping. The wind blowing in still carried the chill of the night.

Zhuang Yan stood there looking at Rong Yue's back, and said: "You don't have to worry about catching the cold, it's really cold when you open the windows in the morning."

Rong Yue asked someone to close the window, turned around, looked at Zhuang Yan imperceptibly, and then said nonchalantly: "The morning wind blows people awake."

Zhuang Yan approached and saw that although his expression was calm, his face was a little pale, so he couldn't help saying: "Go back to the hall and have a good rest."

Rong Yue responded, seeing that Zhuang Yan's expression was normal, he couldn't help but ask: "Are you...are you okay?"

Seeing his demeanor, Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm in good health, but you look so weak. Were the guests rough last night?" He thought he was asking about his room.

Rong Yue understood what he meant, his face flushed slightly, but his heart became more suspicious, but he couldn't ask any questions.The chief flower fell on him yesterday, even though the Zhuang Banquet said that, despite his arrogance, he would definitely be sad.Naturally, Rong Yue would not go to the bottom of the matter and do things that expose people's scars.

After Rong Yue had finished washing and washing, the two went out and went back to the library together.Walking in the corridor, or meeting a servant, or picking a prostitute, they all peeped at the white and red two people with strange eyes.More eyes were on Zhuang Yan.

As the saying goes, beauties are unparalleled, so every year the oiran is the first, and there has never been a double first.This year is really an exception.This banquet is really a good trick.The meaning of the name of the oiran who came from behind is probably far higher than the original one.

The Zhuang Banquet has always been a place of much attention, and people are careless, so there is nothing special about it.Only Rong Yue, on the one hand, still feels ashamed of his established status as a prostitute, and on the other hand, feels guilty and uneasy about the fact that Zhuang Yan lost to himself as the oiran—he still doesn't know about the double chief.

Rong Yue was still thinking that Zhuang Yan should have done all of this, but his appearance made Zhuang Yan only second.He is sorry for Zhuang Yan.

The two separated at the door, each got into the carriage, and went back to the pavilion.

Zhuang Yan arrived at the Hunan Hall and went into the Nuan Pavilion. Father Liu was already waiting for him inside. When he saw him coming back, he came up to him and pulled him up and down to look up and down. Then he said: "Your energy is not bad."

Zhuang Yan stared, "Could it be that you want to see me being carried back?"

Father Liu tapped his palm, and said: "I don't know about your body? You are as coquettish as a young master. From this point of view, the prince really likes you very much."

Zhuang Yan was stunned: "My lord?"

Father Liu nodded, with a smile on his face: "You don't know, your benefactor last night was the Ninth Prince Zhang Ye who just returned from the frontier!"

Zhuang Yan recalled the stunning aura when he first met him, but it was understandable, so he nodded and said: "So he is the prince," thinking that he deliberately hid the leader's flower from him, making himself sad After one night's behavior, he said angrily again, "What a wicked person!"

Daddy Liu was surprised and said: "Bad heart? His lord threw away Rong Yue and chose you, and later he chased after Shuangkui for you, so you don't want to see him anymore?"

"What?" Zhuang Yan was startled when he heard his words.

Seeing his appearance, Father Liu knew that he probably still didn't know anything, so he sighed and said, "If you have a chance to meet again, you have to thank him very much." Afterwards, he told the story Come.

It was only then that Zhuang Yan knew the cause and effect. Thinking of the words he whispered in his ears last night, he was a little moved, but after thinking about it, such a thing was nothing more than a trivial matter to a royal family like him. Therefore, it is ridiculous to take yourself seriously, so you don't think about it.Seeing that breakfast was prepared on the table, Zhuang Yan took off his cloak, sat down at the table, and started eating.

Seeing this, Father Liu smiled and said: "I was afraid that you would be uneasy, but seeing you like this makes me feel relieved."

Zhuang Yan also laughed and said, "I'm not that stupid, I know who I am."

Father Liu said earnestly: "It's good that you know. What a prostitute is most afraid of is not being able to recognize her identity and thinking about things she shouldn't be thinking about."

Zhuang Yan made a face at him, and said with a smile: "What an old man, I'm not a child anymore, I don't want you to teach me this!"

Even though he was the top chaser, he became more famous because of it. Three days later, Zhuang Yan officially began to receive guests.All of a sudden, the house was full of competitions, and everyone was vying to be the guest of honor at the Zhuang Banquet.

The privilege of the oiran is that guests pay only for the right to share a room with them, and whether they can stay overnight depends on the oiran's own wishes.

Although Zhuang Yan enjoyed the sexual affair with Zhang Ye, either he was not such a person who indulged in love, or it was because his first man was such a hard-to-find man. Zhonglongfeng, for the guests who met him next, he didn't pay much attention to them. He just chatted with the guests, played the piano, and drank a little wine.The guests didn't dare to put pressure, after all, that guy was in the limelight.

Only half a month passed, but the prince did not come again, and there were rumors and gossips in the flower street. It is expected that although Zhuang Yan liked him for a while, the prince turned his head and left him behind.

As a servant, Qingming usually listens to these gossips most of the time, but seeing that his master is still enjoying himself, he feels extremely anxious.

"My lord, do you think that the prince is blocked by something so he doesn't come here?" Qing Ming guessed while beating Zhuang Yan's leg.

Zhuang Yanzheng was reading the scriptures with enthusiasm. Hearing Qingming's words, he took a bite of a piece of pastry and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about? It's people's will whether you come or not, and it has nothing to do with me."

Qing Ming pouted and said, "My lord, you are not in a hurry at all."

Zhuang Yan was basking in the sun, blowing the soft and warm afternoon wind with the fragrance of peach blossoms, not to mention how comfortable he was, how could he think about the prince who was eight poles away?

Qing Ming wanted to say something, but Zhuang Yan stared at her, and immediately shut her mouth.

His son is good everywhere, but his temper is not very good.

Looking at it, Zhuang Yan also felt drowsy, so he put down the book, leaned against the beauty and took a nap.The sun shone on his eyelids, warm and bright, not hindering Zhuang Yan's good sleep at all.

When Zhang Ye came in, he saw such a lazy and warm scene, he smiled, stopped Qing Ming who was about to wake up Zhuang Yan, and waved him down again.

Qingming couldn't hide her excitement and came to the door to leave, but before she left, she couldn't help but glanced at her master worriedly - this sleepy sleepy one showed a bad temper, she might make the prince angry!

Zhang Ye walked to the side of the beauty and sat down, gently stroked his loose black hair, and touched his closed eyes.Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the notebook he put aside, so he picked it up and flipped through it. It was full of stories about gods and ghosts, and there were little people and little monsters drawn with ink brushes in the margins of the pages. Zhang Ye couldn't hold back his face. Smiling, flipping through the pages.

He didn't intend to wake up Zhuang Yan, but fortunately Zhuang Yan was just taking a nap, and soon woke up in a daze, just yelling tea with his eyes closed, probably because he ate a piece of pastry before going to bed.

Seeing that the tea bowl was on the table, Zhang Ye picked it up and handed it to his lips. Zhuang Yan took a sip and frowned, "It's cold." He yawned a little and opened his eyes.

All of a sudden, he saw the man sitting next to him, still looking at him with a smile, Zhuang Yan was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized, smiling: "You are here."

Zhang Ye took out a handkerchief from his bosom, wiped away some water stains around his lips, and said with a smile, "It's the first time serving someone, so it's inevitable that there will be inconsiderateness."

Zhuang Yan's cheeks were slightly red, and she couldn't help arguing: "Just now, I didn't know just now! Who would have thought that you would come when the sun was high?"

Zhang Ye raised his eyebrows, and asked rhetorically, "Then it's still mine, right?"

Zhuang Yan turned his eyes, leaned into his arms, and said softly: "It's Zhuang Yan's mistake." This is his guest, and he is a big guest, why did he show his true colors?Tsk, it's all because the sun is so good that he let down his vigilance.

Zhang Ye stroked the beautiful long hair of the man in his arms, and said with a smile, "That's all, beauty is hard to blame."

Zhuang Yan asked: "Young master, why are you here during your free time?" The guests in Huajie are usually night guests. After all, night is the best time to do things. If this person comes during the day, could it be that he wants to prostitute himself during the day? ?If so, then it is really...

Zhang Ye said: "It just happened to be free." Naturally, he would not tell Zhuang Yan, seeing the peach blossoms in the garden, he couldn't help but think of the flower-like beauty, so he came here impulsively.Prostitutes, he didn't want to touch them too much.

Zhuang Yan was lying in his arms, the sun's rays reflected in his beautiful eyes, which were as clean as colored glaze.

Zhang Ye asked, "You probably already know who I am, why do you still call me 'Young Master'?"

Zhuang Yan said: "Since you didn't tell me yourself, you probably don't want to tell me, so I'll pretend that I don't know who you are." He looked at a hidden scar under the other's chin, and felt an urge to touch it— ——It was the first time for him to see such an ugly and deep scar. Fortunately, it was born in secret and did not damage this man's handsome appearance.

Zhang Ye just laughed: "Just call me as you usually do." He saw a plate of pink and white pastries on the table, which looked quite delicate, so he took a piece and put it in his mouth, a sweet and bitter taste interacted with each other. Intertwined, mixed with a touch of peach blossom aroma.

Zhuang Yan asked: "Young master, do you still like my peach blossom cake?"

Zhang Ye nodded, "That's right." He doesn't like sweets, but the sweetness of this pastry won't make him bored.

Zhuang Yan smiled brighter, called Qingming to fetch new water and tea leaves, and made tea for Zhang Ye like flowing water.Holding the teacup, Zhang Ye saw Zhuang Yan's white wrist showing when he was pouring the tea, so he put down the teacup, turned to hold that wrist, and pulled him into his arms.

Zhang Ye likes to hug Zhuang Yan very much.Zhuang Yan was lying on his lap, every time Zhang Ye lowered his head to talk to him, it seemed as if he wanted to kiss him.Zhuang Yan wanted him to kiss him, but his benefactor seemed a bit upright.With a beauty in your arms, who can hold back?

But Zhang Ye said, "So you are so leisurely on weekdays."

Zhuang Yan replied: "Young master is busy, this is the business of doing business at night."

Zhang Ye said: "That's right." He stroked Zhuang Yan's beautiful cheek and asked suddenly, "Have you ever received any guests?"

Zhuang Yan smiled and said, "Of course I will take it."

Zhang Ye smiled and said nothing.

Zhuang Yan saw that the face of the benefactor was hard to guess, so he honestly told the truth: "But there are no guests who entered the curtain."

"Oh?" Zhang Ye teased, "Could it be that Xiao Yan'er is guarding me?"

Zhuang Yan also smiled back at him: "If you don't come again, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to this body." He didn't even deny it.

Are prostitutes ruthless?Passionate?

Zhang Ye stared at Zhuang Yan's face, bent down and kissed him, Zhuang Yan responded with his face up, thinking, after all, it's still daytime prostitution.The windows are closed tightly, the willow clothes outside the windows are thick with peach clouds□□, and the spring light inside the windows is spreading, singing the waves of swallows.

"In the future, no one else will be allowed to enter the curtain."

During the ups and downs, the man's warm breath came to his ears, whispering like an order or a whisper.

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Last night I went out for a walk, eh =w=