Song Guizhi suddenly stood there...kneeded in panic: "The grass people don't know, please forgive me."

"Get up, don't kneel down at any time." Leng Rutong shrugged indifferently, turned around and approached Ye Fengya's arms and raised her head to smooth out his frown: "Don't be shady, how many people do you want to scare to death?"

Ye Fengya called out helplessly: "Tong'er..."

Leng Rutong glanced at the new poster of the Gongzihun next to him: "Isn't it just loosen the bones and massage them? If you don't want others to touch me, then you can do it." Leng Rutong made a face at him and flashed into the Gongzihun shop next to him.

Ye Fengya then followed in, leaving Ye Haoran standing there looking around, and finally grabbed Song Guizhi's sleeve, who was still in a daze: "You, take me to see this Baihua Building."

Song Guizhi was scared again this time... "Criminal, you are so young... take you to Baihualou. If the imperial concubine finds out, I will be gone."

Ye Hao chuckled: "You are a madam from Baihualou after all, and you are so afraid of things." After laughing, he walked towards the main entrance of Baihualou, with his two little hands behind him, swaying on his shoulders, looking like a client who was about to enter the kiln...

The people laughed happily.

Songguizhi is not as relaxed as the people, and they follow behind step by step. Why did the Empress and the Lord so feel at ease to throw such a little prince aside and do their own thing!

Ye Haoran stood in the middle of the lobby and looked up around and exclaimed: "It is worthy of being Baihua Building, it is much better than the vulgar brothels on TV."

Song Guizhi frowned, not understanding what TV was talking about, and she didn't dare to ask.

"Call up all the best girls in your house." Ye Haoran sat on the soft couch, raised his legs and ordered. He was young, but he had a jade face and a white lips and teeth. He loved it very much whenever he saw it. 13acv.

Just as I was outside, the girl from Baihualou had long seen him so cute that she wanted to come forward to get along. This time, when he heard what he said, before the pine and cinnamon branches could be called, the four courtesans floated out by themselves and surrounded him in a circle.

"Little Prince, what are you asking?" Ling Niao asked him softly with a charming smile.

Ye Hao showed a harmless smile from a child: "It's indeed awesome, but it's a little worse than my mother." Ye Haoran was quite satisfied with these girls. Although they were brothels, they were definitely not vulgar fans. They were fresh and elegant, and they could be regarded as the temperament of a rich daughter.

"The prince is really joking. How can we compare with the empress? It's not of the same level." Duan Niao replied happily, comparing them with the stunning beauty like the empress, he felt that he had gained some benefits no matter how much.

"Why can't people be compared with nobility and humbleness? My mother is just better luck than you. She met my father." Ye Hao disagreed and changed his posture and looked at them innocently: "I'm hungry."

The four courtesans looked at each other, with doubts flashing in their eyes. What does the little prince say he is hungry? Is it possible? The son of the Seventh Prince also has different ideas from ordinary people...

Ye Haoran blinked and looked at their entangled expressions, knowing that they were thinking wrongly, "I said that I was hungry, and I was still early for the lower part of my body to be meaty. I won't ask you to open it." Ye Haoran gave them a blank look. He finally pretended to be cute and wanted to cheat some food, but he thought it was wrong like this. After all, he was a kid.

His words immediately caused a burst of silver bell-like laughter, "Sorry, little prince, we vulgar women will have a vulgar idea, so let's prepare you for going."

Song Guizhi stood in the corridor leading to the backyard of Baihua Building, and walked back and forth anxiously with her right palm on her left palm until she saw the figure of the girl who was going to report. She quickly met her and asked, "How is it, what do you think of the Empress?"

The girl smiled slightly: "The Empress said, "If the prince wants to play, she can play with him. She is busy relaxing her muscles and has no time to accompany him."

Song Guizhi breathed a big sigh: "The seventh princess is really good. She just threw the prince aside, and she was not afraid of something happening... It turned out that it didn't hurt."

"Mom, don't say that. The imperial concubine also said that if the prince lacks a piece of fur, Baihualou will serve as a tribute to his fur." ​​The girl quickly pulled the sleeve of the pine Guizhi and raised her finger to her lips to let Song Guizhi say carefully.

Song Guizhi was shocked when she heard this and patted the girl's arm hard: "You stinky girl, why didn't you say it earlier? You want Baihualou to disappear from now on." After she finished speaking, she quickly turned around and ran to the lobby. She had to go and see the little ancestor in person.

***

In the young master's soul, Leng Rutong was lying comfortably on the soft couch, and a beautiful man was pressing her shoulders and Ye Fengya sat aside with a dark face.

The handsome man who was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with great strength in his hands, but after just pressing it twice, he trembled and felt that the cold air around him became colder and colder. He didn't have the strength to massage Leng Rutong. The master and the others knew each other. They came here to sit there before without any trouble. They were used to it, but it was the first time they were so gloomy.

This beautiful boy was so cautious that he was as if he was stabbed by a thousand needles, and the force on his hand was also out of order.

Leng Rutong was not comfortable at all when she was pressed. She opened her eyes and rolled her eyes Ye Fengya: "Hey, what are you going to do? Go out for me. People here dare not focus on work!"

Ye Fengya looked at her sadly, and said nothing. A peach blossom face was covered with clouds, as if she had been holding on for a long time, and maybe it was about to break out.

Who dared to bear his anger? The beautiful boy stood aside with trembling hands, lowered his hands to his chest and said voluntarily: "Master, the slave is out first..." After he finished speaking, he didn't dare to look at Leng Rutong again and ran away in shame.

"Hey...How can you be so timid as a masseur! You are a legitimate job! Why should you be afraid of him?" Leng Rutong shouted at the beautiful boy's back: "***, ask your shopkeeper to come out, how do you treat the guests!"

A trace of light flashed in Ye Fengya's narrow eyes, and she immediately rushed from her seat: "Madam, what advice do you have?"

Leng Rutong's mouth twitched: "Don't tell me, you are the shopkeeper here..."

Ye Fengya nodded three times obediently.

"Ah!!!" Leng Rutong shouted unhappily: "I don't care if I don't care... I want a massage, my whole body is so sore, I'm so tired!"

Ye Fengya was startled and quickly sat down on the edge of the couch and grabbed her arms to comfort her: "Okay, okay, don't make a noise anymore, I'll serve you for my husband."

Leng Rutong finally calmed down, but her tender face looked disbelief: "Can your skills work?"

Ye Fengya leaned close to her ear and said ambiguously: "The skill is very good, to ensure that the wife is satisfied." His voice was gentle and hoarse, like the sound of Wen Yu colliding, and there was a hint of depression. The slight heat emitted as he spoke sprayed Leng Rutong's ears. Leng Rutong's face was flushed for no reason.
Chapter completed!