Han Mulu felt so aggrieved that he wanted to die, but he did not dare to express his dissatisfaction and could only curse in his heart.
What's going on when your own son takes your woman away and you vent your anger on someone else?
If you have the ability, wouldn’t it be enough to snatch the woman back?
Cai Jing's expression was ugly. If he didn't have the relationship of "brother-in-law", a fool like Han Mulu, who failed to succeed but failed to succeed, would have been kicked away by him long ago.
Now that His Majesty has left, Cai Jing will naturally not waste time here anymore.
As for the strategy of defeating the king, we need to consider it in the long term.
It was late at night, but the Hongyan Pavilion showed no signs of returning to calm. The guests left and the singers returned to their rooms to rest.
Xiao Yan'er, who had been imprisoned for a day, and several of her followers, were like wild horses that escaped the reins, and walked directly into Zhao Huan's arms.
"The prince must make the decision for the slave family!"
"This Hongyan House is really bullying. They locked the slave in a small dark room for a whole day and almost scared the slave to death."
"They clearly know that the slave family is working for the prince, and yet they are so presumptuous. They clearly don't take the prince seriously."
"Your Majesty must punish them severely!"
Zhao Huan pushed the weak and boneless Xiao Yan'er away from his arms and said angrily: "Stop throwing dirty water on me."
"When will I ask you to come here to grab territory?"
"You damn girl, you are so courageous. Fortunately, Master Li is not the same as you. If a complaint were filed with Kaifeng Mansion and you were charged with robbery, you would be locked up in a dark prison for the rest of your life.
inside."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yaner stood up directly, pinched her waist, as if to demonstrate, and deliberately raised her voice so that all the singers in the Hongyan Pavilion could hear her.
"What are you afraid of?"
"The slave family belongs to the prince, who dares to accuse the slave family?"
"Even the governor of Kaifeng is a relative of our prince, and a close confidant."
If Zhao Huan hadn't already gotten married, Xiao Yan'er, the evildoer, would have been executed on the spot!
Look, are these all human words?
Even Chen Zhao is not as "powerful" as Xiao Yan'er.
Zhao Huan couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He actually began to understand His Majesty. The more powerful you are, the more arrogant the people around you will be.
Led by Xiao Yan'er, the other Jiaofang Singjis also started to take action.
They pinched their waists with one hand, pointed to the surrounding guest rooms with the other, and kept shouting.
"Come out if you can!"
"Aren't you very powerful? With the prince protecting you, let me see which one of you dares to be more powerful."
"You even dare to touch the prince's people. I think you are getting tired of living."
The Hongyan Pavilion singer was not someone to be trifled with. There were quite a few people who pushed open the door, stood behind the fence, and started yelling at each other from afar.
"Bah! A bunch of shameless foxes, aren't they just relying on the support of the prince? They are so awesome."
"That's right, who in Bianjing City doesn't have some background?"
"Humph, even if you try your best to show off your energy, the prince will not look at you and dare to rub against the prince again. Be careful that the princess will kill you all!"
"Hehehe, Prince, please be careful and don't let these foxes fool you. If you make a mistake, you may not be able to pass the test of the princess."
Zhao Huan looks innocent. You are scolding you. Why do you bring it to this king?
In order to end this farce, Zhao Huan immediately shouted: "Xiao Yan'er, you all stop here!"
Xiao Yan'er was startled and saw Zhao Huan's unhappy expression, so she angrily retreated to Zhao Huan.
Seeing this, the singers from Hongyan Pavilion also turned around and returned to their rooms.
Xiao Yan'er is the best at observing words and expressions. She was coquettish and cursing just now, but now she has become extremely well-behaved. She sat with her legs curled up in front of Zhao Huan, looking pitiful.
"My lord...has the slave family made you angry?"
"I will apologize to you."
As she spoke, Xiao Yan'er lay down in front of Zhao Huan, extremely docile. Compared with the fierce and energetic person before, she was completely different.
Zhao Huan sighed and said helplessly: "Don't pretend to be pitiful. I am really angry. It's not because you acted recklessly here, but because you failed to do what I asked you to do."
"If it were Chen Zhao who was in charge, the literary club would probably be open for business by now."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yaner suddenly became nervous.
"Please, Your Majesty, give me another chance. We will never make any mistakes again this time."
Zhao Huan waved his long sleeves and said without any doubt: "This is not playing house. If you lose, you can start over."
"You only have one chance. Since you can't grasp it, I will naturally replace you."
Xiao Yan'er suddenly started sobbing, her eyes were red, and her guilt and self-blame didn't seem to be fake.
The singers next to them also felt lonely for a while.
They thought they could take this opportunity to become people around the prince and completely get rid of their status as singers.
The result was that the attempt was all in vain.
"You guys are waiting next to me now."
"I obey my orders."
At this moment, the door to the second floor opened, and a thousand white shadows slowly came into view.
It was Master Li who had already changed his clothes.
Although the colors of clothing in the Song Dynasty were divided into different levels, people like Li Shishi, no matter how famous they were, could only wear Tsing Yi.
As for plain clothes, there are no restrictions.
Master Li's white clothes were extremely loose, and as he walked down the stairs, he actually had the aura of a fairy descending to earth.
Even Zhao Huan, who thought he was immune to beautiful women, secretly sighed at how stunning it was.
Facts have once again proved that aesthetics is the same at all times and in all countries.
Why did the Tang Dynasty regard fatness as beauty? Bullshit! This is clearly putting the cart before the horse. What does beauty have to do with being fat or thin?
Seeing Xiao Yan'er and other girls sitting on the side of Zhao Huan, Li Shishi couldn't help but look surprised.
"Why did the prince keep them by his side?"
These words confused Zhao Huan: "Why can't you stay?"
"It's a good night. You and I are sitting down to have a glass of wine. Do we still need to close the door and be secretive?"
Master Li also looked puzzled: "Yes, the slave family really wants to drink with the prince..."
"etc……"
"Could it be that in front of the flowers and under the moon, in the dead of night, alone, alone and alone, the prince spent so much effort to stay in the same room with the slave family just for the sake of drinking?"
Zhao Huan slapped his thigh.
Damn, this misunderstanding is getting big!
Zhao Huan was still confused before. It was just for a drink. Why bother going back to the room to change clothes?
Now looking at Li Shishi's loose white robe, Zhao Huan felt regretful. The "drinking" that Li Shishi understood and the "drinking" that Zhao Huan meant were not the same thing at all.
At this time, Zhao Huan was even more aggrieved than the stupid monkey in the peach garden who only focused on stealing peaches.
Li Shishi's handsome head was a little sad at first, but when he found out that Zhao Huan's mind was so pure, he suddenly cleared the clouds and saw the sun, and he smiled happily.
"It's the servant who uses the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman."