The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

A familiar figure of Lan Zhi seemed to have been thrown out.

Qin Zheng spoke on behalf of Qin Yunchuan as he rubbed his nose. He felt a little guilty and did not dare to look at Lan Zhi.

Previously, he had promised to help her fight for the Courtesan Belle.

It was because he had promised her these words. That time when they were in love, she had even added a lot of tricks for him.

Qin Zheng had dragged Qin Yunchuan over because he wanted to protect himself.

He never expected that the situation would turn around and he would instead be the wedding dress for Qin Yunchuan!

After giving the banknote to Duke Turtle, Qin Zheng went forward.

He carried Lan Zhi out of the cage and brought her into the room of the Red Chamber in an overbearing manner. He could not afford to be at a disadvantage.

Before long, the room was filled with the sounds of a battle.

After taking the banknote, Duke Turtle did not dare rest as he went to look for the old man. Madam.

Five thousand taels of gold... This was equivalent to buying Qing He's position as the Courtesan Belle. However, five thousand taels of gold was only worth this price in Qing He's entire life.

The madam beamed as she accepted the banknote.

"Dear guests! If there is no one who offers a higher price than five thousand taels of gold, I will announce that the champion of this Courtesan Belle competition will still be our lady Qing He!"

"Dear guests, I hope that all of you can continue coming to support us during the Courtesan Belle competition next month!"

...

The madam's words made her chuckle.

Looking at her appearance, who did not know that she had earned enough money from Qing He? The man who saved Qing He had a high status as well. If not, why would she look so beaming?

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At that moment, Qin Yunchuan and the young girl were in the same room.

The veil hanging from the head of the bed was faintly discernible.

The young girl sat on the bed. She wore a black robe and grabbed her outer robe. Through the veil, she looked like a small ball.

She lowered her eyes and her eyelashes landed on her cold face, leaving behind a small shadow.

Her originally cold face looked a little wretched. Her lips were extremely pale. No matter how one looked at her pitiful appearance, she was still in shock.

Sitting there, Qin Yunchuan took Qin Zheng out. However, after Qin Zheng left, Qin Yunchuan realized that he had nothing to say to the young girl.

What could he say to a worldly woman?

He sat behind the table.

He looked at the girl, but she did not say a word.

The entire atmosphere was a little stiff.

After sitting for a long time, the girl still did not speak. Qin Yunchuan's mouth was dry, so he poured himself a cup of tea.

Black tea was all good. Other than adding a little spice, there was nothing bad about it. Qin Yunchuan drank a full cup and thought of cooling his thirst. He did not expect that the tea inside was not simple.

It was his first time coming to such an occasion, so he did not know about the secret rules.

Initially, it was just a little awkward, but after drinking the tea, his body became even hotter, making him sit there.

"Qing He!" He called out.

"Oh?" With a soft voice, Xia Ling looked at Qin Yunchuan.

A man with broad shoulders sat beside the table. His hair was tied up in a bun and he wore a moon-colored robe. A pale-colored jade sash was tied around his thin waist.

There was a hint of coldness and arrogance in his sternness. The lines on his face were cold and hard. It was an appearance that people could only dream of.

Xia Ling slowly let go of her hand.

She stood up and lifted the red veil with her bare hands. The palm-sized hibiscus's face was revealed from the veil. Her tearful eyes looked at Qin Yunchuan seriously.

"Sir Qin, have you drunk the tea?" Her voice was soft, like an oriole scratching one's heart.