Be a heartthrob in Lao Gong's love letter [Wear the book]

If you practice hard, you will be crushed to death like an ant, right?Yan Yunxian thought vaguely.

The man's fingers gradually closed, and she felt that her neck could be cut off by him at any time.

Consciousness gradually dissipated, and the feeling of suffocation made Yan Yunxian kick his legs desperately, trying to mobilize the remaining aura to resist.

It would be great if the elder brother could come here...She thought with the last of her strength.

... I vaguely heard the man laughing.

……

As soon as I entered the gate, I smelled a strong aroma of wine, mixed with the smell of rouge and makeup powder.

Yan Zhao frowned, covering his mouth and nose with the back of his hand.It was the first time for him to come to this dusty place.

He tilted his head and glanced at Ajia, who came in together, and found that her face remained unchanged, and she was calmly talking to the beautiful woman who came up.It doesn't look like it's the first time stepping into a place like this.Yan Zhao was secretly surprised.

The woman who was talking with Ah Hao would glance at him from time to time, with a look of inquiry in her eyes.A strange feeling gradually rose in his heart.

Here, he didn't feel the slightest evil spirit.

Ah Hao also seemed to have noticed his abnormality, and speeded up his speech, indicating to the woman that they were here to participate in the joint banquet between Furong Tower and Cuishui Pavilion tonight.

The woman replied embarrassingly: "I hope the lady will forgive me, the guests who have not received the invitation from the pavilion master will not be able to attend the banquet tonight."

Pavilion Master?Are you talking about the owner of Cuishui Pavilion?

Ah Hao was speechless at the moment, took out the jade hairpin that Fu Rong gave her from the skirt, and showed the woman the side with the engraved words on it.

"I don't know if this thing can be used as an invitation card?"

The joint banquet held in the Furong Building and the Cuishui Pavilion in the Nanfeng Pavilion is to introduce the newly promoted oiran Furong and the courtesan Zuishui to romantic talents and noble households.Ah Hao had made inquiries before coming here.

If it wasn't for Yan Zhao, she might have handed the hairpin back to Fu Rong directly, but this Yan Zhao stalked her like a fly to ask about the origin of the hairpin.

Could it be Miss Furong's lover outside?Ah Hao glanced at Yan Zhao with a strange face.

The woman took the hairpin and observed it silently with slightly lowered eyes.

Just when Ah Hao thought there was no hope, the woman nodded lightly, and then called a servant to present two exquisite invitations.

"You hour tonight, Cuishui Pavilion, waiting for your two masters."

Holding the invitation card, the two looked at each other silently, but they both saw happiness in each other's eyes.

Yan Zhao stroked the invitation card in his hand, thinking about the plan for tonight.If he can wait until the senior brother, he will be able to capture this little hibiscus flower demon smoothly!

As for Yan Yunxian, it doesn't matter whether she has her help or not.Now, she must be hiding in a certain forest, venting her dissatisfaction with this demon-eliminating trial.Not long after, Yan Yunxian was left behind by him.

……

Yu Ziqi came back very early today with a bag of food in his arms.

Nie Yimian sniffled, the air smelled of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, steamed stuffed buns with vegetables, and the smell of roast chicken.

Everything he likes to eat.

He hurriedly ran towards Yu Ziqi, with his head held high, showing a joyful expression: "Brother, you're back."

Yu Ziqi's eyes were a little black and he looked quite tired, but his tone was full of sweet happiness: "Brother bought you something to eat—"

While talking, she stuffed osmanthus cake into Nie Yimian's small mouth.

"Try it."

"Um... delicious..."

Nie Yimian's gaze moved up, and inadvertently glanced across Yu Ziqi's wrist, and found a familiar silver chain.

this is……?

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