Prince Abandoned Concubine: Broth Ji Jiu'er

Chapter 70

"Dieqi, you told me to wait." Hearing this, Young Master Ce never sat up from the woman's arms, but just tilted his head slightly, his black pupil glanced at Jiu'er beside Dieqi, and landed on Dieqi's body. Then he gave admiring eyes, "Ruyue, Xiao Lingqiao, you all look at Dieqi, that's called dressing up, you know?"

"Young master is right." Everyone hurriedly agreed, and it was self-evident.

It was only then that Jiu'er realized that Gong Zi Ce had not only invited Die Qi, but all the well-known brothel prostitutes in Shangyang City had arrived.

"Young Master, stop teasing me. Die Qi dare not let all the sisters see jokes." Young Master Ce's praise put Die Qi in a good mood. Seeing Die Qi, Jiu'er raised his jaw a little, and walked up to Young Master Ce in small steps. Squat down and beat her legs.

Young Master Ce raised her hand, "Don't be busy, look at the pair I just wrote."

Hearing this, Jiu'er glanced around, hurriedly walked to the stone table, picked up two pair of ink-stained pairs, and walked in front of Young Master Ce and Die Qi, with a flattering smile on his lips, "Miss, please take a look. "

I saw only ten characters written on one pair, and the handwriting was flamboyant, showing a romantic and uninhibited style.

Drunk lying on the lap of a beautiful woman,
Wake up and take control of the world.

It's not completely rhyming, but Dieqi was shocked by the domineering aura emanating from it. Dieqi glanced at Jiu'er complicatedly, and turned his eyes slightly, signaling her to put the pair away.

Jiu'er was in a hurry to take it away, but Young Master Ce said, "Die Qi, why didn't you say a word? Could it be that my writing is not good?"

Dieqi opened his mouth, and looked at Young Master Ce with difficulty, "Master, this is not embarrassing the slave family, Dieqi is a prostitute who understands this word and draws it."

"Six years ago, no one in Shangyang City knew that the twin sisters, Die Qi and Die Luo, were outstanding in singing and dancing, and their poems were even better than men." Young Master Ce raised his eyebrows, obviously not letting her be easily fooled.

(End of this chapter)