The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

163 Chapter 1 The leader invites relatives ([-])
After the guy finished speaking, there was no sound inside, and he was about to give up.

"continue."

That is to say, the deeds of the nine sons of Mandrill Soul Cave are legendary.

The buddy continued the previous article, detailing everything: "However, although heroes from all walks of life are afraid of letting Mr. Shangrong take three points, but even for the small treasury of Mandrill Soul Cave, there is no shortage of people who will follow suit. Mr. Ninth is the richest man in the capital. Can the betrothal gift be reduced? This country’s wedding has just passed, and this capital is bustling again.”

"How about a national marriage?" The undisputed man was happy and angry.

The clerk replied with a smile: "I think the guest officer is not from Fengqing, and now everyone in Fengqing doesn't know..."

Only halfway through, he called for someone downstairs.

The clerk yelled: "Come on!" Turning around, "The storytellers in the teahouse in the capital are talking about the old ninth son of the Rong family and the ninth master of the Mandrill Soul Cave. The young master wants to hear it. I will take the young master tomorrow." I went out with a smile on my face.

At the door, a man murmured, "What's the smell?"

The guard man silently threw the clothes outside the screen.

"Master, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, the people in the palace will come here soon."

After pondering for a moment, a sentence came out from inside: "Drilling soul cave invitation poster, get a copy."

"Master, do you want to?" This is puzzling.

After a while, Leng Youyou said three words: "Smash the field."

The guard was confused: "Huh?"

There was no answer, only the sound of water ding-dong.

This has been washed three times.what's the situation?The guard shook his head, held his sword, and bowed his head in silence.

It was noon, and the Mandrill Soul Cave was full of people, three to five tables, and the faint smell of wine filled the air. It was Lirenzui in the south of the Yangtze River.

A table of good food, two jugs of wine, three or five girls who are as beautiful as flowers and jade, orchestral strings and bamboos, this ghost cave, even if you invite relatives, everyone who comes will be ghosts.

It's just that three quarters have passed.

Someone couldn't bear it anymore: "Why don't you come out?"

Someone responded: "It's just inviting relatives, so naturally there is some pomp."

"That's right, the lord of the alliance is of course incomparable to others."

"..." Words and words, broken thoughts linger in the short strings of silk and bamboo.

Naturally, someone made a generous statement and made a big statement: "Today, if I can form a happy relationship with the Ninth Young Master, it will not be in vain to travel thousands of miles."

Immediately, there was endless laughter.

The man next to the table snorted coldly: "It's a good idea. Open your eyes and take a good look. There are so many nobles and heroes from the court up and down the fifth floor. How can this happy marriage be so easy?" Voice He restrained himself by seven points, "Besides, there is still Mr. Shangrong."

The people nearby couldn't help but add a sentence: "I heard that the leader and Mr. Shangrong." After thinking about the words, they covered their mouths and smiled, "Lao Yan is separated."

Suddenly, the crowd laughed.

People, always like to laugh at fifty steps and laugh at hundred steps.

In the private room on the second floor, with the half-open door, you can hear laughter outside the paper window.

There is a man's mellow voice: "Li."

Beside the door, the well-dressed guard Gong stepped forward: "Yes, master."

"Is Fengqing a manly style?" the man asked.

"it's not true."

Within the Three Kingdoms, even the Yuluo Kingdom, which is open-minded and enlightened, does not have such a custom. It seems... Thinking about it from the guards, it seems that it is because of the rise of the first son and the leader of the martial arts alliance.

The man sneered: "Is it just money and power?"

This Mandrill Soul Cave has a total of five floors up and down, and everyone from ordinary people to knight-errants and even nobles from the imperial court occupies a seat. Such a flock of people is unprecedented.

After thinking about it for a while, he replied: "There are rumors in the world recently." After a slight pause, he said, "The one who wins the Nine will control the world. These Nine, the imperial court is the Nine, and the Jianghu is only honored by the Nine Princes of the Mandrill Soul Cave."

"It's just a hard-to-raise villain who is in charge of the world?" The man sneered.

It is indisputable that these two scourges are now famous in the Three Kingdoms.

At this time, the downstairs and upstairs suddenly fell silent, and the silk and bamboo strings curled up, and light laughter came. I saw that on the first floor, on the performance stage paved with agate and surrounded by water curtains, the dancers spread out. In the middle, Surrounded by him, the young man came out, dressed in red, flamboyant and alluring.

This feisty aura that is both male and female is charming.

A soft couch inlaid with crystal jade was placed in the middle of the table, and the man in red threw down his robe and lay lazily, looking around with his star-like eyes, rubbing his chin and nodding: "Oh, good."

What's good?Up and down the fifth floor, countless eyes stared at the young man in the middle of the table.

"It's overcrowded." Rong Qiannian sighed, with a troubled expression on his face: "Hey, charm is something that can't be stopped."

The thickness of this man's skin is immeasurable.

Upstairs and downstairs, there was a lot of chatter.

Seeing this, Xunhua stepped forward and whispered in Rong Qiannian's ear: "Master, grace."

Rong Qiannian stared at her beautiful eyes, with a look of astonishment: Demeanor?What is that.

Well, it's just pretending, she will.

He stood up, brushed his robes, cupped his fists, and smiled a little: "Everyone, please be polite here."

Xunhua rolled his eyes at the sky, this person is real or fake.

However, whoever comes out to play around will not be hypocritical.

There was a sound of harmony: "The leader is polite."

Xunhua shook her head, how hypocritical.

Rong Qiannian cupped her hands twice: "Be polite."

Everyone returned their salutes one after another: "You're welcome."

Is it over yet?
The evildoer smiled like a winter jasmine: "Where is it."

Another burst of response.

It's really endless.

Xunhua leaned over: "My lord, it's already noon."

Rong Qiannian blinked: "Go straight to the point?" After speaking, he glanced around, looked around, and then circled.

Xun Hua said blankly: "Don't look for it, Mr. Shang Rong is not here."

Rong Qiannian's face darkened, she gritted her teeth, and couldn't hold back: "Damn!"

Suddenly, a group of crows flew by, silent.

Look, it's called tough!
There are more sturdy ones.

A certain person stepped on the soft couch with one foot, held his hand, and glanced up and down: "I ask you, do you want to marry me, or marry me?" With an expression of being owed 500 million, ruthlessly He said ruthlessly, "Let me explain in advance that our alliance is mainly on top!"

Again, there was silence.

In the world, the only one who is shameless is Jiu Gongzi, the martial arts leader.

In the private room on the second floor, a man chuckled, his eyes fixed on the heroic and evil appearance of the man downstairs.

Downstairs, after Rong Qian read something amazing, she took a cup of tea and drank it slowly.

Xun Huabai glanced at him: "My lord, are you here to mess things up?"

Rong Qiannian remained silent, her bright eyes turned around several times, watery and gradually stained with sparks.

(End of this chapter)