Chapter 10 Fragrance and Charming Medicine

"Where is the green ink?" Zhang Haoran didn't care about the behavior of the little man. He looked at the old man coldly and asked.

The old pimp approached and replied, only to feel that the fragrance of this young man was a little strong. When she stopped, Zhang Haoran was extremely unhappy. He opened the folding fan with a slam, which made the old man's face cold.

"Yo, Qingmo can't come out today. I'm waiting for you in the room." The old lady said with a smile, with a trace of thought in her eyes. Looking at Zhang Haoran, the words changed the tone.

Thinking about it, the itching made his lower abdomen burn. Zhang Haoran smiled and looked up slightly and walked towards the building. And the old daughter was not idle. She also arranged tea and a girl for the little man who followed Zhang Haoran, which made her mind safe.

Although this spring flower and autumn moon building is quite famous in Suzhou, it is still ordinary people, not as good as those who are officials. Usually, businessmen are the most popular among the old maids. When they are powerful, they can not give money. But rich people are different. It's fair to exchange money for girls.

The old pimp looked at Zhang Haoran upstairs and was a little worried. I don't know what this Qingmo thinks. If it comes out like this, in case it breaks its body, it will be a big loss.

Zhang Haoran walked up the stairs and cleaned up the enviable eyes downstairs. He couldn't help but feel proud. All you can see and can't touch is my dish tonight.

Walking to the door, Zhang Haoran restrained his smile, straightened his clothes and knocked on the door: "Miss Qingmo, come down to the appointment."

Qingmo in the room smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, please wait. Qingmo is changing clothes..." Qingmo said as he looked at Qin Si. She nod lightly and then hid behind the screen.

A change of clothes made Zhang Haoran's breath heavier. When Qingmo opened the door, the scorching heat became more obvious.

"Ms. Zhang, please."

A crimson veil fell under my eyes, and when I looked up again, the charming smile made people soft. Zhang Haoran almost couldn't help holding the beauty in his arms. Qing Mo saw that his face was a little red and smiled gently. With this smile, Zhang Haoran resisted his unhungibility.

Well, let's see how I can make you happy later...

The sound of Qingmo closing the door and falling wooden bolts made people fantasize.

"Ms. Zhang, this wine is green and ink first to be done."

Qingmo pushed the wine glass placed on the table in front of Zhang Haoran, and then picked up another cup and put it on his lips. His red lips opened and closed, quite **.

Zhang Haoran made up his mind today to break Qingmo's body and painted ** on his clothes. Although the antidote has been taken in advance, how can the beauty hold it in front of her?

Qingmo looked up and drank the wine cleanly. Zhang Haoran looked at the delicate neck and couldn't help looking down. The cyan veil was full of hazy light. Zhang Haoran was anxious and reached out and pulled the green ink into his arms.

After this pull, Qingmo was shocked and choked by the wine. He had to lie on Zhang Haoran's chest and gasp. Seeing this, Zhang Haoran was extremely happy and eager for Qingmo to suck all the ** clean.

Rolling in the brothel, how can you not recognize this thing? It's just that Qingmo was careless, and it was too late to hear the famous hall. At this moment, her chest was so stuffy that she could only close her eyes to suppress her wild breathing.

She stood up, hid the light in her eyes, reached out and poured another glass of wine, and fed it to Zhang Haoran's mouth in person. He pretended to stagger and put his chest against Zhang Haoran's face. The woman's fragrance is really charming, not to mention the beauty of the city. Zhang Haoran's mind was blank, his lips were open, and he slowly drank the wine.

"The box of Qingmo has been returned, and the prince also has to drink three cups, which can be regarded as a gift for Qingmo..." In the delicate voice, Zhang Haoran was filled with a lot of wine. Under three glasses of wine, Zhang Haoran was about to kiss Qingmo's lips, and the last trace of reason was also pulled out.

It's also wonderful. Zhang Haoran's eyes are stiff and his body is straight. Qingmo stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, but he did not respond. After a while, Zhang Haoran blinked, but his face was really drunk.

"Come out, sister." Qingmo called, and Qin Si quickly came out from behind the screen. Two red clouds were burning on Qingmo's face, and his eyebrows were tangled like thin threads. Qin Si helped her worriedly: "Is your sister uncomfortable?"

Qingmo seemed to hesitate for a while before he focused his head. Her ecscination is fine, but she just inhaled **, and now she is very uncomfortable: "I'll go to your room to change my clothes and rest for a while. He is not smart now. If you have something to say, just ask..."

With that, Qing Mo walked out of the door. It was a little cold outside, which also made her wake up a little, and the heat on her body subsided a little. She stood in front of the door and finally turned around and walked away...

The room was a little stuffy. Qin Si took off the veil and slowly took a breath. With his eyes turned slightly, Qin Si sat on the round stool, looked at Zhang Haoran lying on the table and asked, "Who are you?"

"Zhang Haoran." Zhang Haoran frowned, and his hoarse voice came out with very shallow ups and downs, and Qin Si was relieved.

"Who is your father?"

Zhang Haoran struggled to open his eyes, with a layer of water mist in his eyes with blood-red silk threads. Looking carefully, there is no focus in the eyes. He bit his tongue and replied, "Zhang Zheng, the governor of Suzhou."

Qin Si nodded slightly and got closer.

"What's the current situation in Beijing?"

"The situation?" Zhang Haoran frowned and held his forehead with one hand, as if he were thinking about something.

"Do you know how His Royal Highness has been recently?" Seeing that Zhang Haoran didn't understand, Qin Si stopped turning around the bush. She asked so carefully that she even breathed tightly.

"Your Highness has been very good recently. I heard..." Zhang Haoran's throat was blocked and he hiccuped: "I heard that the prince of Fengyuan has defected to your highness, and your highness has a great chance of winning."

Yiyi?

He went to help the prince, which was not against his original intention. The third prince attacked the Marquis of Fengyuan, and it was reasonable for Ye Yun to stand up, but he should not choose to get involved in it.

Is it necessary to avenge her?

The unexplained sourness in her heart made her eyes hurt, and the burning sensation at the tip of her nose was tightly suppressed.

"What about the third prince?"

"The third prince...hehe...hehe..." Zhang Haoran laughed inexplicably, waved his hand in the air, and knocked over the glass on the table: "The third prince is miserable. The prince of Fengyuan is going to avenge Miss Qin. The two fought fiercely. Ha..."

"What a murderous method?" Qin Si saw him shaking left and right, and his words were not organized, so he couldn't help but be anxious. After grabbing Zhang Haoran's sleeve and pulling it heavily, Zhang Haoran was a little quieter.

"Ferocious? It's fierce. Dou, Dad said that the third prince was killed, and His Royal Highness inherited the orthodoxy. Our family is a meritorious minister, that is a meritorious minister... Hahahaha..."