"Tell me!" Tang Xiuling looked at him with red eyes, "Why did the passionate Quan brother I like become so selfish?

Even if the sky falls, I am willing to carry it with you, but you act like a little girl.

Are you worthy of everyone’s expectations of you?”

Liao Quan covered his face and said in shame: "I'm sorry..."

"Your father's grievances will eventually be cleared away, but if you continue to blame yourself, no one will help you!" Tang Xiuling gritted her teeth.

"I understand all this, but when I think of you marrying Madman Zhu, I feel burned inside!"

"Even if I really marry Madman Zhu, I won't let him touch a finger on me!" Tang Xiuling said firmly.

"But, but..." Liao Quan thought, even if Tang Xiuling stayed with him for the rest of his life, how could they be together?

Is it a secret act?

That's not what he wants!

Tang Xiuling noticed Liao Quan's concerns and said, "You don't have to think about dirty things, I'm not that kind of person either.

Zhong Ling came to see me today and said that she likes King Wu!"

Hearing this, Liao Quan was stunned, "Zhong Ling likes Madman Zhu?"

"Yes!" Tang Xiuling recounted what happened, "I will beg my father. If my father agrees, I will go to your Majesty again. But changing someone is not a rebellion, so there should be hope."

Liao Quan was extremely excited, "Okay, great, Zhong Ling is really great!"

Tang Xiuling felt slightly unhappy when she saw Liao Quan's ecstatic look, but she didn't say anything.

"No matter what, I owe Zhong Ling."

"Yes, whether it succeeds or not, I will always remember Zhong Ling's kindness!" Liao Quan realized that he had lost his temper and said quickly.

"It's getting late, I'm going back first!" Tang Xiuling didn't dare to stay long for fear of being discovered by her family.

"Can't you stay a little longer?"

"Wait for my good news!" Tang Xiuling said and left in a hurry.

After Tang Xiuling left, Liao Quan returned to the pavilion, "I didn't expect Zhong Ling to actually come forward. It seems that I still have hope of becoming a brother-in-law with King Wu."

He understood that his plan should change. "The King of Wu is a good man. When Zhong Ling marries him, maybe I can use him to help my father redress his injustice..."

...

In Prince Wu's Mansion, Zhu Jun looked at the information in his hand and couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, you are really capable. Each of them can calculate better than the other!"

Li Ji said domineeringly: "Your Highness, the personnel have been arranged, we can start tonight!"

"Go ahead and stay hidden!"

After Li Jiba left, Zhu Jun threw the information aside. He had no interest in Tang Xiuling at all. What was he doing with this drama of fateful mandarin ducks?

If it hadn't been for his whim, he might not have known that Liao Quan and Tang Xiuling were so good at playing!

However, this Tang Zhongling seems quite interesting.

But he doesn't lack women.

These women at home are enough for him to keep busy.

Women are a necessity, but they don't play a big role in Zhu Jun's heart.

With his status, if he still tries to play with love, isn't that just a joke?

I gave up this idea long ago.

Thinking of this, he threw the information into the fireplace and asked Xun Busan to call Qinghe over. This night was really enjoyable.

On the other hand, after Liao Quan had eaten and drank enough, his head was a little dizzy, and for some reason, he felt hot and dry all over.

Especially when you step out of the door and get hit by the cold wind, it becomes even more unbearable.

He passed an alleyway with pink lanterns hanging high, and he smelled the scent of rouge and gouache from a distance.

He saw two sisters waving at him.

The foot moved involuntarily.

"Master, where are you going?" Seeing this, the housekeeper asked hurriedly.

"I'm unhappy, let's have some fun!" Liao Quan breathed heavily.

"Master, you are still observing your filial piety!" The housekeeper grabbed Liao Quan, "Even if you feel uncomfortable, when you go back to your home, there are maids at home...are they not cleaner than these sisters?"

Liao Quan shook off the housekeeper's hand and said, "Leave me alone!"

Seeing that Liao Quan insisted on going his own way, the housekeeper stamped his feet anxiously. He knew very well that Liao Quan was too depressed, had too much pressure in his heart, and urgently needed to vent.

He hurriedly chased after him, took off the 'filial piety' from Liao Quan's arm, and followed him silently.

The brothels in Liuli on Firework Alley are generally small in scale, and they only do superficial business.

It is far less high-end than the one on the 16th floor, and most of them are literati.

But Liao Quan didn't dare to go to the sixteenth floor. If he met someone he knew, he would be doomed.

Most of the people here are peddlers and lackeys, or some small businessmen, a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and a very strong rouge atmosphere.

When Liao Quan stepped in, several women with heavy makeup hugged him, "Sir, are you listening to music or just for fun?"

At that moment, Liao Quan felt that his reason was about to be swallowed up.

He hugged each other and said with a smile: "I want them all!"

Having practiced martial arts all year round, he was extremely strong, so he carried two people on his shoulders and walked inside.

The housekeeper looked like he had seen a ghost.

Before he could say anything, he was pulled away by the sisters.

"Master, Master..." The housekeeper was extremely anxious, but he did not dare to shout loudly for fear of exposing his identity as the young master.

When he got to the back, he was hugged by others, and one drink after another was poured into his mouth.

He also became dazed and his consciousness became confused.

The 'filial piety' fell to the ground, and my sister held it in her hand. She said with a smile: "Old sir, you are so good at playing. Come and visit the brothel wearing Xiao!"

The butler was drunk and said, "Bring it here, this is not my filial piety. My father has been dead for decades!"

"Not yours? Whose is it?"

"Yes, it belongs to my young master!"

"Oh? Then who is your young master!"

The housekeeper burped, and there was a voice in his heart telling him that he couldn't tell him, but something was wrong. He said, "I'll scare you if I tell you. My young master is the son of Marquis Deqing, and the future Marquis Deqing, you despicable people."

My dear, it is your blessing to have my young master here!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around him was stunned.

There was an uproar immediately.

Marquis Deqing and others know that in March this year, they were sentenced to death by their majesty for being good at hiding dragons and phoenixes.

But, doesn’t his son observe filial piety at home?

Why did you come to Fireworks Alley and Willow Land to have fun?

How could such a person hang out in a place like this? Even if he did, it would be on the sixteenth floor!

"Beast, Marquis Deqing died less than a year ago, and he went out to fool around. How can he keep his filial piety? It's so ridiculous!"

"I know why he didn't go to the sixteenth floor, because there are all acquaintances there. If he goes, he won't be able to hold on to his title of filial son."

"Although Marquis Deqing did something wrong, he is still a hero. However, his son is not even as good as a bear!"

The curse gradually spread, and the story of the son of Marquis Deqing quickly came out of the news.

Before the Yingtian Drum Tower sounded, the news had spread completely.
Chapter completed!