Chapter 20 A tragic incident caused by a portrait

Author: Feng Siniang

Chapter 20 A tragic incident caused by a portrait

After Wu Youdong takes office, her revenge plan should be put on the agenda.

Although she has no clues at the moment, so what? If the mountain doesn't come, I will go to the mountain. The third prince and the eighth prince are not good. If you take one and take the other one, the other will definitely think that it is from which side attacks immediately. When the dog bites the dog, it will always leak out, and it will be a big deal.

Thanks to Xue Feibai for the secret letter she sent. Tonight, she will use this letter to fight Xue Feibai as the man, first!

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The largest brothel in Beijing Liuxiang Garden, the brighter the night, the brighter it is. When Du Heng was still one mile away, he seemed to have felt the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras in his ears, and the faint air was close to the tip of his nose;

A crescent moon in the sky is also wandering in laughter and joy. The fragrance garden built by the water is like the river water flowing out of the flesh and pink with cream aroma, which attracts endless imagination.

The ones living next to Liuxiang Garden are also the largest casino in Beijing, Ruyifang and Xianggu Pavilion. The young masters in the pavilion are no less than the soft jade warm-scented people in Liuxiang Garden. Today, Du Heng’s destination is also this Qingfeng Pavilion.

However, her purpose is slightly different from others. Her goal is those customers who buy spring.

After entering Qingfeng Pavilion, Du Heng looked around for a while, and quickly locked in the target.

Du Heng sat at the man's next table, and like that man, gently shaking the fan, watching the lively performance on the stage coldly.

Just as the curtain call sounded, Du Heng's ears accurately captured a "其~", and then Du Heng said "其其" first.

Now, the people around him looked at Du Heng, and even the young men on the stage looked at each other. Some of the turtle men even felt the scene a little awkward, and they suspected that someone had come to smash the situation.

The man wearing purple silk on the next table was hanging his hands, shaking a river fan, lifting his clothes, and taking the initiative to move to Du Heng's table with great interest.

Half of his body was leaning against the back of the chair, one foot raised and stepped on the surface of the chair, the fan was closed, and he kept beating his palms. When Du Heng saw that even the pants inside were wearing purple colors, the peach-colored knee pads on his legs were faintly visible.

He leaned forward, and the hot breath seemed to spray on Du Heng's face, and said, "Oh? This little brother doesn't even look down on such a person?"

When Du Heng, who was wearing men's clothes, turned his face and looked disappointed with naked eyes. He thought to himself: He is not pretty and charming enough, but his eyes are outstanding, but he looks even more explicit than himself.

Du Heng sneered coldly: "Don't find the wrong person, this brother, although I am not as strong as you, don't look at me as thin as you, but I am definitely not the one I am under. We are all real men, and we should suppress men..."

Then he said meaningfully: "What kind of masculinity do a big man use to apply makeup? I don't like those men who are so feminine that they are more charming than women. Are those on the stage just 'vulgar powder'?"

After talking, Yan Qing seemed to have found a fellow man, and pulled Du Heng for a good meal and had a good time to drink and talk.

After three rounds of wine, Du Heng put down his cup with a slight mood, "Brother Yan, this top beauty in the capital is not in Qingfeng Pavilion. I came to Beijing from Changshan that day. As soon as I entered the city gate, I saw a young man coming back against the light, 'The horse was walking arrogantly and falling flowers; when I was young, I walked wildly west and east, and the silver saddle horse was galloping like the wind'. All kinds of poems are not as good as the young man's charm!"

"Hahaha, Brother Heng, just brag about you. I'm from the land of Wu and Chu. What kind of beauties are there in the water town of Jiangnan? If you want me to say, you people from the north are not as good as those from ours from the south of Jiangnan. "At this point, Yan Qing also burped.

Du Heng was so angry that he immediately patted Yan Qing's hand that had just been hooked with him: "There are not a hundred or eighty beauties under my body for so many years. I can't tell a beautiful and ugly one? If you wait for Brother Yan, I don't believe that there is no good painter in Beijing yet! I will definitely spend a lot of money to draw that person for you!"

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Yan Qing smiled, but didn't care about it. Then he picked a young man who liked him and let him vent his anger.

In the past few days, Yan Qing has been working hard to find a wealthy job based on his family's relationship. His family is a businessman and is accustomed to not being short of money, but he cannot do it after all without some official power.

After being an official, he happily went to Qingfeng Pavilion. He found that "Brother Heng" who had disappeared for several days tonight suddenly appeared. His excited appearance was exactly the same as that of himself who was about to become an official.

Du Heng happily took off the scroll that he had been using, and came to Yan Qing's table excitedly, and drank a sip of wine with great scent. "Brother, please see, this is what I have spent a lot of money to ask someone to draw."

Yan Qing smiled distractedly, Shi Shiran unfolded the scroll, but was snatched by the beautiful face of the painting, and could not open his eyes for a while.

The person in the painting is gorgeous but not charming, and his every move is like a god descending to earth. He is so refreshing and clear that he cannot be looked at.

Du Heng smiled in his heart: "It's true that he is a celestial being, Brother Yan!"

Yan Qing nodded subconsciously, and Du Heng continued to say, "Oh, it's a pity that I only saw the beauty, and I can't find all the traces of the flowers. If I can have a kiss on the flowers, I will have no regrets even if I die immediately..."

When Yan Qing heard this, the sperm in his mind kept causing trouble: Yes, he died under the peony flowers, and being a ghost is romantic... Besides, he is about to take office, so how can he find himself after leaving the capital?

Then he unconsciously took the conversation, "Don't worry, as long as this person is still in the capital, he will go to find him for his brother. Such a beautiful person will still have to..."

Du Heng didn't hear what he murmured next, and even Yan Qing couldn't tell what he said. He only knew that he would look at the drawing more and then he would rush to the bottom of the navel.

Yan Qing's speed really did not disappoint Du Heng. He soon learned that the person in the painting was Xue Feibai, the concubine's son of the current crown prince, the chariot Xue. Because he was low-key and under the halo of his elder brother, he never looked like this.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan!" Du Heng shook his hand in front of Yan Qing's eyes, and forced his gradually dull mind to return to the cage. "What's going on in the past few days? How could you be so distracted?"

Yan Qing held his forehead with one hand, "Brother Heng, isn't that portrait yet. After seeing me, I never forget it! There are such a 'Lang Yan's unique' character in this world!"

"Shu, what am I going to do? Leave it to me."

"really!"

"This is natural. In three days, I will keep the custody and clean the person and give it to my brother."

"this……"

"Why, my brother is afraid that the beauty will be abrupt?"

"Not that, after all, it's an official family. How can he play casually like the young apprentices in Qingfeng Pavilion?"

"I am just a concubine son. Can you tell my father if he has lost his virginity? Besides, we will soon take office from all over the world. At worst, we will go on the road to report on our job the next day. How can he withstand you?"

After hearing Du Heng's words, Yan Qing put his heart in his stomach and hurriedly bowed to him, "Thank you brother," Du Heng said embarrassedly: "But brother, this matter still requires money to open the way. Although my brother is a bit wild, he is not as good as his brother..."

Then Du Heng shyly asked for 50,000 taels. Although Yan Qing felt a little distressed, he thought of the beauty that was within reach in three days, but he gave it without frowning and waved his hand.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!