Quick Transmigration: The host wants to die

Chapter 914

Chapter 914

Master Li is holding the red blood gem in his hand: "Old bustard, I am the red blood gem, but it was photographed from Jiangnan. You open the door and let me meet Miss Shaoyao. Miss Shaoyao will definitely like it."

The old bustard saw that the young man next to him hadn't said anything yet, and cursed secretly in his heart.

This is the wrong person. I didn't expect her to be a mother for so many years. This person is really a poor boy with no money.

"Oh, Master Li, Miss Shaoyao said she missed you yesterday." The old bustard said with a smile all over her face.

Hearing this, Mr. Li laughed so that his whole body trembled: "Miss Shaoyao really said that she missed me, she really mentioned me."

"That's natural. Miss Shaoyao is interested in you. Why don't you see her twice a month? Others don't see her once a month."

"Hahahaha, that's great, I actually fell into Miss Shaoyao's eyes." Master Li was coaxed by the old bustard to feel comfortable physically and mentally: "Quickly, quickly, hand this gem to Miss Shaoyao. Miss Shaoyao likes red. Got it for her."

The old bustard was about to pick up the gem with a sharp hand, when suddenly a hand came in. Zhao Jing held a piece of ruby ​​in his hand.

The old bustard hasn't seen anything good in so many years, but this time she opened her eyes wide.

"This... this, the first-class blood jade!"

What is the red blood gem, the blood jade is precious.

Zhao Jing held the red jade and said, "Don't Miss Shaoyao like red? I don't know if the blood jade dew I brought will show the girl's eyes."

"I can get in, I can get in, then I can get in! Shao Yao recently said that there is still a piece of red jade missing in the dressing box." The old bustard smiled like a chrysanthemum, and quickly went to hold the red jade with both hands.

And Master Li turned pale on the spot.

I thought it was just a good-looking little boy with no money in his pocket. Who would have thought that the other party would be the best blood jade when he made a move.

Although he was not reconciled, Mr. Li knew the rules of this Shaoyao girl, and he would not see Shaoyao girl tonight.

The old bustard: "Young master, follow me to the private room, and the peony will come in a while."

"Ah."

I thought that the huge brothel was full of noise, but I didn't expect there to be a quiet private room.

The incense has been lit in the private room, exquisite pastries and tea are placed on the table, and the vases in the corners of the whole room are filled with blooming bright peonies.

The fragrance of peonies all over the house really deserves that woman's name.

Zhao Jing sat down in front of the case, and poured himself a cup of tea, smelling the tea was still a good cold brew, the brothel still put in a lot of effort.

After waiting for about half a stick of incense, no one came yet.

Zhao Jing frowned slightly.

If other men were waiting here, I'm afraid they would be willing to wait for a stick of incense. Zhao Jing was suddenly a little curious about the oiran.

Look at the infatuated oiran like the fat man at the door just now.

So what kind of beauty is this girl Shaoyao that can make them offer money with both hands just to see each other.

Zhao Jing doesn't like beauty, he only cares about power and power, and in his twenties he has not married a wife or concubines.

He thinks women are beautiful, that's all.

After all, at the palace banquet, he had met the rumored number one beauty, Princess An Yu.

Zhao Jing also heard too much about the title of the most beautiful princess, so he looked up once, but it turned out that she was not as beautiful as the rumors said.

Zhao Jing drank all the tea in the cup, and finally a woman in a scarlet skirt appeared behind the bead curtain, and she even hugged a pipa.

"My slave is late."

She stood behind the bead curtain and spoke with a charming voice.

"I spent a piece of top-quality blood jade to meet the girl, is the girl going to stand behind the curtain all the time?"

"Of course not."

Miss Shaoyao came out this time generously, and Zhao Jing finally saw the true face of the rumored oiran.

She combed her sideburns, her hair was black, her exposed face and neck were flawless, her eyes were slightly upturned, and she was born with charm, her small cherry mouth, and her red lips were extremely moist.

She has a graceful figure, and the skirt of the skirt is not neatly dressed, and it is pulled down a little bit, revealing her small collarbone and fair shoulders.

Zhao Jingwei came to the conclusion in a daze that this oiran is more beautiful than Princess An Yu.

And the moment he saw her, Zhao Jing inexplicably thought of the woman in red holding an umbrella he met yesterday in the rainy night.

Ruan Xiaoli approached with his pipa in his arms, and said softly: "I'm not feeling well, I may not be able to dance for you tonight, so I specially brought the pipa out, what music do you like to listen to?"

"Let's play a little song from the south of the Yangtze River."

Zhao Jing was not in a hurry to ask questions.

"it is good."

Ruan Xiaoli sat in her seat, holding the pipa in her arms, stroking the pipa lightly with her red fingers dyed with cardamom, and the melodious and melodious Jiangnan ditties flowed out little by little at her fingertips.

She was looking at Zhao Jing when she was playing the music, her eyes were like silk, and it was probably her eyes that she was talking about.

And the moment he bowed his head and played the piano, it made people feel pitiful.

As expected of an oiran, she has some abilities.

After finishing a little song, Ruan Xiaoli pressed the strings and asked: "My lord, do you like this song?"

"Shang Ke, since the girl is not feeling well, come and sit down."

"Young master is really considerate."

Ruan Xiaoli got up and put the pipa away, came over and sat beside him, seeing that the tea in his cup was finished and immediately refilled it.

"The young master is from Beijing, right?"

"Ah."

"Sir, it's probably the first time you've come to our building."

"Ah."

Little Evil: "Pfft."

This picture seems familiar.

Just when Ruan Xiaoli was trying to find a topic, Zhao Jing finally took the initiative to ask questions.

"Do you know a man named Zhu Fu?"

"do not know."

Zhao Jing carefully observed her expression: "Zhu Fu came to see you a few days ago."

Ruan Xiaoli chuckled lightly: "The young master didn't come to see the slave family because he admired the slave family, did he? He came here to ask questions, what happened?"

"You just have to say whether you know him or not, it doesn't matter if he comes to you."

"My family sees different men every day, and my family only calls them masters and young masters, and never asks their names. How does my family know who you are asking?" She was smiling, with a charming and lazy look.

If other people were questioned by Zhao Jing, their faces would turn pale with fright.

Is this woman courageous, or is she doing it on purpose.

Zhao Jing smiled, took a leather tube from his waist, and took out the portrait from it.

"Look, it's him."

Zhao Jing unfolded the painting on the table, and Ruan Xiaoli leaned closer to him and looked down.

She watched carefully.

And her approach made Zhao Jing smell the fragrance of her body, not the fragrance of powder, but the fragrance of peonies.

There were already a lot of peonies in the room, and there was a faint fragrance of peonies in the air, but the one on her was a little different, it smelled even better...

"Did you recognize him? He just came to you a few days ago."

(End of this chapter)