Yue Ningxiang

Brothels and teahouses and wine shops, naturally, the local management of Yi Nijiao will not miss brothels and Chuguan.And this Yangzhou has always been a den of beauties and a cave for selling gold. Naturally, the main business of the Yangzhou branch is the skin and meat business, and the expenses for the daughter's family such as rouge and gouache are also extremely huge.But this time the expenditure was a bit exaggerated.

——Even for the rouge and gouache supplied to all women in Yangzhou, the money is too much.

Mo Zhu carefully looked at the other places, and sure enough, the expenditure on women's hairpins and incense handkerchiefs was also huge, compared to previous years, it was more than five times.

And Liu Xiangzhu, who was standing aside, was already sweating coldly on his forehead.

"This is because... because of the price increase this year, the price of grain and rice is twice that of previous years, so..."

"But this year's income has not increased accordingly. Liu Xiangzhu, your expenditures in Yangzhou have increased, but your income is not as good as in previous years. Can you tell me why?"

"……I……"

Master Liu Xiang also knew that he couldn't cover up the loopholes in the ledger, so he had already prepared his speech.It's just that with Mo Zhu's calm face, he couldn't guess his thoughts at all, and the words he had prepared beforehand got stuck in his throat and couldn't be spit out.

Mo Zhu smiled, his smile was not mixed with emotional changes, just like a puppet in the hands of a puppeteer, smiling indifferently.

"You all go down first, I have something close to myself, I want to talk to Lord Liu Xiang."

The incense masters who received the amnesty wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, fearing that the left envoy would suddenly change his mind and leave hastily.Liu Xiang, who was left behind, stood beside Mo Zhu with his hands down, fighting with each other.

Zhang Miao concealed the door of the study.

Mo Zhu pulled out the jade hairpin, and her long hair was rippling on her shoulders. Against the dim light, her face was as cold as ice, and her eyes were full of affection.

At this time, the lamp wick had formed a big lamp flower, Mo Zhu was not in a hurry to ask questions, the hosta slid across the lamp wick, and the oily black lamp flower was scattered in the clear lamp oil, like a drop of ink gradually sinking into the pool, strange and beautiful.

The air flows stagnantly in this tranquility, although Mo Zhu's face is just ordinary, but his cold and emotionless eyes, and his hands that are as warm as jade but also as smooth as jade are unreal, they are all scary.

——He, the left envoy appointed by the leader, acts as the leader's authority when the whereabouts of the leader are unknown.In fact, even if the leader came back, he would still be the deputy leader.Because he is the youngest person in the history of the Yi-Nijiao who has practiced Ningyu Kung Fu, and his performance during the half a year of acting as the leader of the sect has made it impossible for any harsh person to be critical.

To be watched by someone so good and sharp is... torture.

Finally, the almost boring work of teasing the wick was over, Mo Zhu asked casually.

"How is foster father these days?"

what! !

Liu Xiangzhu was surprised.

Mo Zhu asked again slowly.

"The adoptive father is still used to eating and lodging in Pingnan Palace these days."

"..."

Mo Zhu turned his head, there was an indifferent flame deep in his cold eyes.

"Liu Xiangzhu, the adoptive father wants to help Pingnan Wang's son Xiao Yuqing to the throne, but because of his status as the leader, he can't move freely. So he originally planned to feign death when he made an appointment to fight Langya Mountain in the Mid-Autumn Festival. But it happened that I was also in Langya that day. Shan, what you should know and what you should not know, you know everything like this.”

Speaking of this, Mo Zhu paused, took out a handkerchief, and handed it to Liu Xiangzhu who was sweating profusely.

Liu Xiang said his thanks.

Mo Zhu continued softly.

"I know that your loyalty to my adoptive father is unusual. In the past six months, you have used your business skills to continuously send the property of the Yangzhou branch to the Pingnan Palace, which is why there are big loopholes in the accounts. Who We all know that Yangzhou has the most lucrative profits, and this year is another good year, and the profits of all the branches are better than those of previous years. What are you going to do to justify yourself?"

Having said that, Mo Zhu stopped and looked at Liu Xiangzhu.

Liu Xiangzhu swallowed his saliva.

"I'm not afraid of death."

"It's not as simple as you can solve the problem with one death! Liu Xiangzhu has the ability to reach the sky, can he rely on Yangzhou's profits to support an army? Besides, in terms of the current situation, the dream of the father-in-law is a bottomless pit! Famous, blatant treason can only be blamed by thousands of people, in today’s world, the emperor has no major faults, and the people are content to enjoy themselves, his ambition will only destroy the Yi-Ni religion.”

Liu Xiangzhu was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he said slowly: "—Is it not the wish of the believers for hundreds of years that I teach to rule the world?"

"Do you really think that believers will go to the battlefield for this vain dream of heaven?"

Mo Zhu snorted coldly, with disdain in his words.

"A fanatical believer may be able to do so, but most people join the Einsteinian religion just to seek spiritual sustenance and help in life. For believers, the heaven after death is important, but the living life is the same. Master Liu Xiang , I will suppress your matter for you for the time being, I hope that the next time you contact your adoptive father, you will invite him to meet me at Canxue Pavilion."

"Canxue Pavilion? This subordinate remembers it."

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Although Xiao Yu was terrified by Mo Zhu's expressionless description when he first entered the mansion, the prince is a prince after all, and after resting and taking a bath, he is the flamboyant Prince Rui again.

The two maids arranged for him by the plain-looking butler were very convenient. Although they were serving him for the first time, they were able to do everything according to his wishes. Xiao Yu, who was in a good mood, quickly forgot Mo The unpleasantness brought by the bamboo, his body was immersed in the warm soup, and the steaming mist made his mind flutter, and he couldn't help but think of the black bamboo again, and... the problem that he had been thinking about all along.

Mo Zhu, is it really not related to Xingzhi?

Three years ago when Su Qingyu was in trouble, it was Xingzhi who took Su Qingyu out of the capital under the pseudonym Mo Zhu. At that time, in order to win people's hearts, Su Qingyu had promised Mo Zhuyi the title of left envoy of the nun sect.Afterwards, his father died and Xingzhi left him without a word from him.It wasn't until two years later that Mo Zhu, the left envoy of the Yi-Ni sect, appeared in the arena.

When he first heard the name of Mo Zhu, the left envoy of Yi Nijiao, Xiao Yu was ecstatic, and immediately sent someone to collect information about Mo Zhu.But with the repatriation of pieces of information, this joy turned into disappointment.

Apart from being similar in stature and age, Mo Zhu and Su Xingzhi have no similarities!

His behavior is lofty and indifferent but his heart is warm. Although Mo Zhu seems peaceful, he actually rejects others.

Xingzhi is gentle and merciful everywhere, but Mo Zhu is relentless in cutting grass and roots.

Xingzhi is a hermit. He loves to be accompanied by beauties. On a full moon night, there is a gentle breeze. He drinks a glass of vintage wine. He will find a few close friends and play the piano in the depths of the bamboo forest.

Mo Zhu lives like a stone, he has never set foot in a brothel or wine shop, and spends more than half a year in the depths of the snow-capped mountains. His only hobby is to set off the cold stars of the lonely night, standing on the black stone of the cold mountain, Blow flute and dance sword.

Xiao Yu really didn't want to believe that Mo Zhu was Su Xingzhi, but he knew that even if Mo Zhu wasn't Xingzhi, there was a special connection between them.To find Su Xingzhi, one must find Mo Zhu.

So Prince Rui, who has always kept a low profile, took the initiative to ask for Jiangnan's errand this time, in order to favor Mo Zhu, the left envoy of Nijiao.Of course, being able to stay away from Brother Wuhuang's target for a while is also a bonus of this operation.

After leaving the capital, Xiao Yu intentionally used Mo Zhu's name as Yi-Ni Sect to cause trouble everywhere, just to make Mo Zhu take the initiative to meet him.And Mo Zhu was indeed attracted.But in the final analysis, it was because Xiao Yu had always firmly believed that Mo Zhu was Su Xingzhi deep down in his heart.

No matter how the intelligence sent by the spies describes, Xiao Yu still believes that Mo Zhu and Su Xingzhi are the same person, this is an instinctive belief.Unless Mo Zhu let him see Su Xingzhi's body, or tore off the skin dripping with blood, to prove that this face is real and not disguised, it will completely cut off his thoughts!

This is an obsession, which has gone beyond the ordinary emotional attachment.

Xiao Yu didn't understand why he had taken a fancy to Su Xingzhi, who was not peerless among thousands of people. He only knew that he had taken a fancy to him all of a sudden, and he couldn't let go from now on.

and--

His fingers are beautiful~

Xiao Yu turned around, the warm water swayed slightly on his chest, and the darkness outside the window was filled with the warmth of the womb.

I remember that night, it was so warm.The lights in the cabin were dim, and the sound of water outside the cabin was rippling. Their skins were pressed together in the tightest posture, and they forgot their identities and the person's face. The body remembered his skin during the orgasm, more than the memory. Zhong Xingzhi's skin is more delicate and smoother, as smooth as jade in the rough without texture, but it's odiously cold, which is a fly in the ointment.

...But if you appreciate it from another angle, this coldness is also the indifference of passion.

Is he really just Mo Zhu?

Xiao Yu remembered that his fingers, without any calluses, slender and slender with invisible bones and joints, slid across the body, so sensitive that it was hard to hold on.

Even...cutting into the most sensitive part of his body with the jade in between, it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

...the skin of his fingers was so smooth that his body... sucked it tightly, reluctant to let it go...

Xiao Yu remembered that a romantic talent who visited beauties all over the world once said that evaluating whether a beauty is used is also tender and tender. First of all, look at the hands. A person with a pair of beautiful and smooth hands, the skin on the face and body Not rough.

But Mo Zhu's face, compared to his hands, is extremely rough, so rough that it makes people suspicious... The face is fake! !

Thinking of this, Xiao Yu understood...

only.What should I do to make him take off his mask?

In the next two days, because of the black bamboo