Empress, she is beautiful Lu Ziye

Chapter 457 I'll Skin You Both First

"Don't worry, what should come will always come, he can't help it."

He poured a cup of tea for Nan Zhen and handed it over. Nan Zhen stretched out her hand to take it, and smiled when she heard what he said, "I heard that because you made a big fuss in front of Kong's house a few days ago, the story has already spread among the people. It spread and became a topic of conversation after dinner. The master of the Kong family is now controlling him very strictly, and I am afraid that he will not be able to leave the house easily."

Chu Li hooked the corners of his mouth, and said indifferently, "The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. If the Confucius family doesn't give up the main door, isn't there a side door? The side door is strictly controlled, so it can still be a dog's hole?"

If the habits formed every year and month can be changed by only a few days of discipline, there will be no people with bad conduct in this world.

"That's a good thing to say."

The two sipped tea and chatted for another two or three hours. Finally, at dusk, they saw a familiar figure sneaking out from the corner of the street, followed by two servants in disguise.

"My lord, my lord!" The tall boy stopped him from moving forward, and said earnestly, "My lord, you can't go for a few days, and the master will find out. You are fine, and we will have to be skinned."

He stood in front of Kong Yuan, trying to stop him before he finally stepped into Ningxiang Tower.

Kong Yuan pushed him away, unmoved, "If you two don't tell me, and I don't tell you, who else will know?"

His father was busy earning money all day long, so he had no time to take care of him.

If the people in Ningxianglou didn't want to lose him as a big guest, they would naturally keep their mouths tightly shut.

By the time those who like to gossip poke him in front of his father, he will be able to come out and do some activities long ago, without any harm.

Seeing that one tall and one short were trying to persuade them, Kong Yuan was so angry, "If you don't get out of the way, I will skin you two first without waiting for my father to come."

He kicked each of them, then straightened his clothes and strode inside.

Before Zhenniang could speak, Kong Yuan said, "Same as usual."

"Come on, sir, this way please," Zhenniang said while leading the way, "Miss Jin Rao hasn't finished her make-up yet, you have to wait for a while."

"It's okay, let her dress up carefully."

Jin Rao is a well-known courtesan in Ningxiang Tower. He is proficient in all kinds of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, among which chess is the best, but Kong Yuan prefers to listen to him playing the qin, and he does not hesitate to pay a lot of money for a piece of music.

In the business of Fengyue, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. His bid is high, and Jin Rao has no dissatisfaction.

Besides, although Kong Yuan's moral conduct was not very good, at least he kept the rules in front of Jin Rao and did not do anything coercive.

Zhenniang led him to the door of the room, and brought a pot of tea and a plate of snacks to enter, then closed the door, turned around and went downstairs to greet other guests.

Jin Rao's room was very large, separated by a screen and gauze curtains, as soon as she opened the gauze curtains, a faint scent flooded into her nose.

Kong Yuan smelled it, and said involuntarily, "The spices you use today seem to be different from those in the past."

Jin Rao pursed her lips and smiled, "Does the young master think it smells bad?"

"That's not true," Kong Yuan found his old seat and sat down, "It's just that you have never changed before, and I'm a little surprised by the change today."

"It's been a long time, and I'm a little tired, so just change your mood."

Jin Rao responded casually, sat down with her skirt up, raised her plain hand slightly, and flicked her slender fingers, the piano sound flowed out.

Kong Yuan half-closed his eyes, as if he was admiring it, but when he listened, he felt something was wrong.

It's not that the sound of the piano is bad, it's that his mood is gradually becoming agitated.

(End of this chapter)