Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Xia Ling felt a strong sense of crisis.
The original owner was almost ten years younger than Ji Xingchen. In ancient times, Ji Xingchen was twenty-seven years old. As the eldest son of the JI family, he did not even have a room. He was truly an oddity in the capital.
People said that Ji Xingchen had a hidden illness.
Yesterday, when they had their wedding night, Xia Ling could feel that Ji Xingchen still had a reaction. However, it was precisely because of this reaction that Xia Ling felt a sense of crisis.
Drinking tea at a brothel Who was she kidding?
Xia Ling pursed her lips and thought about how she would get Ji Xingchen to talk to her when they returned to the JI family.
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On the other side, Ji Yuan was smiling. A thick-skinned person would not feel awkward if no one spoke.
He poured tea for Ji Xingchen, but Ji Xingchen did not respond.
Turning around, Ji Yuan started chatting with Ji Xingchen’s friend.
“brother, you look very powerful. Are you a martial arts practitioner or a martial arts expert? ”
“brother, you look strong. Do you have a good saber technique? ”
“brother, what’s your name? What are you doing here in the capital? If you need anything, come and find me. Although I, Ji Yuan, am fooling around in the capital, I have many friends. There are some things that big brother might not be able to do, so it’s useful to find me. ”
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Ji Yuan had a beautiful face, brows like a distant mountain, and eyes full of mist.
When he did not speak, he looked like a peerless beauty.
He sat and spoke freely, revealing his clear man’s voice.
Such a face and unharmonious voice, just looking at it made one vomit blood.
When a beauty became a man, Gu Wuwei felt a mouthful of blood. He could not even look at JI yuan.
He had really been deceived. It was too eye-catching.
“Yes, he’s from the Jianghu. He’s not an expert. ”
“He’s a swordsman. ”
“Come to the capital to discuss some business. ”
Gu Wuwei was a man of few words. He only responded a few sentences to Ji Yuan’s many words, and his words were all short and concise.
Ji Xingchen and Xia Ling were in charge of drinking tea.
But even so, Ji Yuan was talking to himself, and the atmosphere in the private room was lively and lively.
Ji Xingchen added another round of tea for Xia Ling.
After sitting in the private room for a while, it was almost time. After drinking enough tea and buying the tea, it was time for them to leave.
Ji Xingchen helped Xia Ling wipe the tea from the corner of her mouth.
Ji Xingchen’s movements were very gentle and natural. He only saw the tea at the corner of Xia Ling’s mouth, so he naturally made his movements.
However, as a bystander.
As a single dog, Ji Yuan inexplicably felt that he had been abused.
Without waiting for him to speak.
Ji Xingchen looked at him and Gu Wuwei and spoke with a smile.
“Brother Gu, my younger brother is mischievous. He was bought by you at the brothel today. If you really pay with money, this person will really belong to you. ”
“Take half of the silver, 15,000 silver, and this courtesan will belong to you for a month. What do you think? ”
Gu Wuwei: “What’s the use of me having a man? ”
He was from the Cao Gang, and he came to find Ji Xingchen because he wanted to use a backdoor.
It didn’t matter if he gave the 30,000 silver to Ji Xingchen. As long as he was paid to do things, he was most afraid that Ji Xingchen wouldn’t take money.
Gu Wuwei refused, but JI yuan glared at him instead. Feeling very embarrassed, he turned to Ji Xingchen.
“Big Brother! What do you mean by this? What do you mean that Courtesan goes to this big guy for a month? I’m a man, don’t tell me you want me to pretend to be a woman for a month? Aren’t you worried that my reputation will be damaged? ”
Ji Xingchen: “What reputation do you have? ”
Ji Yuan was speechless for a moment.
When he was fighting cocks in the capital, people would say that he was a second-generation heir and a regular customer of the brothel. How could he still have a reputation?
People called him and JI luoqing the ‘two evils of the capital’ .
