Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

In the most gorgeous private room in the middle of the second floor of Liufang Pavilion, Wang Yuanwai, who is over half a century old, smiled cheerfully and took the wine cup from the soft and boneless woman in his arms, and drank it without even looking at it.

"Mr. Wang is so proud!"

"Brother Wang's drinking capacity is really the same as before!"

At the wine table with exquisite food, several young men and young men who were sitting around also hugged the girl with soft waist and limbs beside them, and complimented Wang Yuanwai with flattering smiles.

"Master, this concubine wants to eat lotus paste cake." Wan Lan turned her head to avoid Wang Yuan's hand that was about to touch her cheek, her eyes were full of water, revealing a bit of timidity and embarrassment.

Wang Yuanwai touched the red mole on Wanlan's neck with nostalgia, looked at the delicate body of the woman in his arms trembling slightly, couldn't help but say "yes" dotingly, and personally held up a piece of chopsticks for her Lotus Paste Crisp.

Wan Lan was about to thank her softly, but she didn't want Wang Yuanwai to burst out laughing. She covered her plump and soft chest with her early wrinkled palm and rubbed it back and forth.Wanlan's face turned pale for a moment, but immediately became rosy again. She raised her head slightly with a shy expression on her face, and her half-closed eyes could only see Wang Yuanwai's layer upon layer of hair on her forehead. Forehead lines.

The rich men wantonly indulged in their teasing, but in the private room, only the faint panting and coy smiles of the girls could be heard.

"Tch." A sneer that didn't suit the atmosphere flashed across the private room, Wan Lan heard the sound keenly, and looked at the corner of the private room with a pair of blank eyes.

The eyes of the actor with thick oil paint on her face are cold, and the wrinkled costume seems to have gone through a fierce struggle. One of her cheeks seems to be swollen, and her slender and thin wrists are tightly bound by the rough hemp rope. Tightly bound behind him, he was forced to kneel and half kneel on the ground. The lonely figure and the chaos in the private room seemed to be separated into two worlds.

Why bother?

Wanlan looked at the actor, feeling the touch and caress of the man beside her, she turned her gaze away, and turned her face away.

At this moment, Wang Yuanwai's thoughts were all on the person in his arms, seeing her eyes fixed on one place, his eyes followed her.Seeing that she was looking at the little actor who didn't know what to do, Wang Yuanwai couldn't help but put his mouth on Wanlan's ear, "Does the little beauty feel sorry for that little actor?"

The tips of Wanlan's ears trembled slightly, and her face was full of a charming smile, "That little hoof has eyes that don't recognize a good man, how can I feel sorry for her. Besides, it's not because she doesn't know good and bad, so it's cheaper for my concubine~ "

Wang Yuanwai chuckled, and looked at the actor with a look of displeasure, "Is it because you don't know what's good?"

After all, Wang Yuanwai couldn't control his emotions for a while, and he didn't care about the importance of his hands, so he tightly clenched the smooth and silky jade arms under his hands.Wanlan snorted in pain, panting lightly, her heart full of grievances.

With a slight change in her mind, she sighed slightly, and continued to follow Wang Yuanwai's words, "But that little opera singer is not a concubine in the cabinet, and his family background is clean. Besides, the private room next door even threw those flowers for him , not to mention anything else, just in case the guest next door knows that this beauty was cut off by you, what should I do?"

Wang Yuanwai paused his mischievous hands on Wanlan, and smiled again, "Hmph, so what if the people next door come here? How can the master be afraid of that boy whose hair hasn't even grown yet? Damn, it's just a cotton cover!"

Wanlan was about to say something when she heard the words, but there was a sudden "bang" in the room, and the delicately carved wooden door was kicked open by a tall figure. The tall and straight young man in black clothes and green robe walked calmly from the door, he was shaking a jade fracture fan in his hand, with a slight smile on his mouth, his face was handsome and beautiful, as if he was a gentle and jade-like son of aristocratic family who walked out of the painting , is walking on the street, with a graceful posture.

"It turns out that in Wang Yuanwai's heart, Feng is just a stern cotton cover."

There was a little laziness in the clear voice, and Wanlan's heart trembled when she heard that, seeing the young man stop five steps away from the crowd and put away the folding fan.

"I didn't want to disturb everyone here, but..." Feng Ze turned his head to look at Fu Li in the corner, his eyes tightened, "Wang Yuanwai, what does this mean?"

"My lord!" Fu Li, who was half kneeling on the ground, raised his head, eyes full of surprise.

Wang Yuanwai stopped molesting the man in his arms, stood up slowly, and smiled thoughtfully, "So this little opera singer and Master Feng are still old acquaintances?"

Feng Ze didn't want to reveal Fu Li's identity, so he looked cold and avoided talking, "Feng spent a lot of money on him tonight."

Wang Yuanwai smiled, stroked the exquisite jade wrench on his thumb with one hand, and said loudly, "Young Master Feng is generous, and I am also ashamed of myself. But this little actor really suits my old man's appetite. How about this, I will Then return all the money that you threw red flowers in Liufang Pavilion today, and all the money will be on the old man's head, but how about this little opera singer?"

Feng Ze sneered, "Besides the king, everyone will ask for a first-come, first-served basis. This person is Feng Hua's money and wants to bring it back to the mansion. Let's not say whether he is willing or not, but if you do this, I'm afraid it will be broken." Follow the rules."

"Rules?" Wang Yuanwai stepped over the stool and walked towards Feng Ze, "Young Master Feng, I am not joking, I have the final say on the rules of Liufang Pavilion today."

After finishing speaking, the young masters at the table behind him stood up one after another, and from behind the large screen in the private room, more than a dozen vigorous military servants in black clothes came out.

Feng Ze's eyes turned cold, "Wang Yuanwai, what do you mean?"

What do you mean?

A gleam flashed in Wang Yuanwai's cloudy eyes, but he still had a cheerful smile on his face, "If Mr. Feng is willing to part with you, then everything is easy to talk about, and..." He pulled the beautiful woman with beautiful features beside him, Putting his arms around her shoulders, he said, "This old man is also willing to let go of something dear to him."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yuanwai loosened his arms, and under Wanlan's uncertain gaze, he pushed her to the ground, just crawling on the toes of Feng Ze's shoes.

Feng Ze didn't even look at the woman on the ground, he just took a step back, and said calmly to the king, "What if Feng doesn't want to?"

"Don't want to?" Wang Yuanwai chuckled strangely, and the arc of his fingertips rubbing against the jade wrench became wider, "The old man will not be polite!"

In the private room, more than a dozen military servants surrounded the middle, forming a tight encirclement.Outside the circle, Fu Li saw that the young master was actually in jail because of himself, so he eagerly wanted to break free from the hemp rope that was tight around his wrist...

The atmosphere became subtle for a while.

Feng Ze looked at the black-clothed servants around him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a small step back, but he didn't want to put a hot chest on it.

Without even thinking that the owner of this chest is Gu Yue, Feng Ze slightly tilted his head and asked softly, "How?" One hit ten, can you do it?my great general.

"can."

The dull bass sounded like a resonance from the chest cavity, Feng Ze leaned lightly on that broad chest, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.