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It was night, the night was dark and windy, and Qi Ye came to the Central Prison under the clear moonlight.

"See King Ye."

Walking into the big prison, there is only damp and cold air under your feet.Walking through one small prison after another, although the people inside have different crimes, they have been worn down into the same person, with dull eyes, like puppets.A few people who dared to grab Qi Ye's sleeves were threatened by Qi Ye's followers to go back.

At the very end, Qi Ming, the brother of the Emperor of Nanxia, ​​was imprisoned there, charged with treason.

"Third brother." The words that came out of the too quiet air were faint and permeating.

The man squatting in the corner had long been stripped of his fine clothes, and was wearing a loose prison uniform. The prison uniform was stained with blood, whip marks, knife marks, brand marks, and even a few strands of his hair were scorched.

"Third Brother." Qi Ye called out again when he remained motionless.

The person in the corner finally reacted, crawled over slowly, raised his head, and the attendants were startled, this is still King Ming? !

A piece of flesh was sliced ​​across Qi Ming's forehead, dense white bones, visible to the naked eye, seven orifices stained with blood to varying degrees, these are visible.What he couldn't see was that the bones in his seemingly intact right hand were broken, and the tendons were broken.

"Prince You has come." Qi Ye was sure.The backs of the two followers felt cold.

"Yes, I have been here. Hahahahahahaha, I have been here." Qi Ming stared at Qi Ye fiercely and smiled for a long time, the blood vessels in his eyes almost burst, "Not only did he come, he also showed me Something, Lord Ye, guess what it is?"

"I don't know." Qi Ye didn't change his face.

"You know." Qi Ming stretched out his hand that was gripping the iron rod like sharp claws, trying to grab Qi Ye's neck, but luckily Qi Ye had expected it and backed away a few steps.

"I think King Ming is crazy." Qi Ye said coldly.

"Yes, yes, King Ye, let's go quickly."

A few people left, and a hoarse shout came from behind their ears:

"You know, Qi Ye, you know. You betrayed me, you actually betrayed me! Do you think Qi You will let you go? Let me tell you, you will only be worse than me!"

Imperial power, lust, it's a never-ending struggle.Talon, which has been dormant for many years, finally strikes.

"Let it go, let it all go..."

"Squeeze what..."

Zuixianlou performed a good show today, and the protagonist is the famous Cui Meiren.

Tao Man had known this before and would not talk too much that day, but who knew Cui Mian was so small-minded.

In the center of the front row in the Zuixian building, Cui Mian sat on a fine pear wood flower carving chair, with her legs resting on the table, her breasts half open, and a folding fan with the words "Cui Meiren" written on it. , Fanning casually, so romantic.

Surrounded by people who eat melons, first of all, Cui Mian is really beautiful, and second, he wants to see Cui Mian messing around.

The old bustard of Zuixianju stood on the side and smiled to deal with it,

"Young Master Cui, why did you come to this Drunken Immortal Residence today...?"

"I don't like to hear Mr. Cui, just call me Beauty Cui."

"Yes, yes, beauty Cui!" The old bustard hurriedly flattered her.

"Peach full,"

"Hey!"

"Bring the box in."

Taoman led people to transport a few boxes, opened them, and the real money was presented in front of everyone, and those who had never seen the money really fainted.

What's more, the old bustard who sees money is eager to suck money into her eyes.

"Hey, we Meiren Cui are so generous. I don't know what kind of fun you want to have?"

"I don't lack this money, but I need to give it to you, don't you think so?"

The bustard nodded repeatedly.

"I heard that your family has newly recruited a group of petty officials, called Cui Meiren, the number one beauty in Yuansai capital. Open my eyes today, the money belongs to you."

"Ah, it's nothing..." The bustard wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Didn't it all say that it was an advertisement, and it only sells if it is exaggerated. No one would be so serious.

But it was such a serious master that she had offended in Zuixianju. In the end, the madam had no choice but to bite the bullet and let the little officials come on stage to show off one by one.

"This face is so long, Ma Sheng?"

"Big pie face, don't lower the industry's appearance, okay~"

"My God, there are so many pimples, if you have smallpox, don't come out and hurt others!"

"Such a young child, Zuixianju can't be a human trafficker."

"Hey, how does Taoman compare with me?"

"Hahahaha, he's not even as good as a hair of yours." Outside, Taoman still gave Cui Mian a lot of face, not to mention he was telling the truth.

In fact, a few of them were quite pretty, but in front of the first stunning beauty, it was like a pheasant meeting a phoenix.

In a blink of an eye, all the petty officials were humiliated by Cui Mian, and the bustard's face was already a little uneasy.

"Since Zuixianju doesn't have any good stuff, then I, Cui, will leave."

Taoman quickly closed the box with quick eyes and hands, and heaved a sigh of relief, feeling distressed that Cui Mian almost squandered these treasures.

Cui Mian was getting up to leave when she noticed a person in the crowd was drawing something with a brush.

"Buddhist, I think he can do it."

The bustard and everyone followed Cui Mian's gaze, Cui Mian walked over with great interest,

The old bustard sized Wen Jun up, even though he was handsome and polite, he didn't look like an official.Who is it?Oh, right.

"Cui Meiren, I'm sorry, he's not our petty official here. He's just a painter hired by us at Zuixianju."

Cui Mian approached slowly, took out the instant painting in his hand, even though it was just ink painting, with a few strokes, it was already expressive, the person in the painting was Cui Mian.

"You draw me?"

Wenjun didn't expect that he would be found out for stealing paintings. Firstly, Cui Mian discovered it, and secondly, he was surrounded by so many people, and the back of his ears became red, which made him very embarrassed.

Although Wen Jun only dared to take a quick glance at Cui Mian this time, Cui Mian found something more complicated in the way he looked at him.

"Buddhist, I want him."

Wen Jun is usually taciturn, honest and has no characteristics. He is just a poor scholar who sells calligraphy and paintings, but at least he is a retainer of Prince Ye's mansion.

The bustard: "This..."

"Wenjun is just a scholar, and I hope Mr. Cui will let... let him go." Wenjun bowed his head and pleaded.

"Oh, I finally spoke. It's interesting." Cui Mian leaned over and leaned into Wen Jun's ear,

"You're a scholar, but I'm just a whore, whore~ Why let it go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the back of Wenjun's ears almost burned, and the people around him who heard the words were even more sobbing.

"What's your name?"

"Wen, Mr. Wen."

"It's humane, and the name is also elegant." Cui Mianxiu frowned slightly, expressing a trace of dislike.

"The Lord Buddha, the Tathagata, the wild horses, the dust... also, the literati and poets. You can just call him Wen Jun from now on. How about it?"

It's really enough, Cui Mian really has a habit of naming people randomly, and Taoman, who has suffered a lot here, swears a few words from the standpoint of a scholar.

"This name is given to the parents, how can they change it just by saying it?"

Well, that's right, Taoman unconsciously nodded in agreement, but it's a pity that he is a vagrant without a name, otherwise Cui Mian would never have given him a name.

Cui Mian was very satisfied when he saw Wenjun whose eyes were reddened by being teased,

"Okay, I won't quarrel with you anymore. I, Cui Meiren, am not in a position to be difficult. Taoman, let's go!"

Coming gracefully and walking gracefully, Cui Meiren stepped out of Zuixianlou with her fan.The old bustard also dared to be angry and dare not speak out. After being made such a fuss by him, the future management of Zuixianju will be worrying.

When the crowd dispersed, Wen Jun carefully picked up the painting, leveled it and put it in the album, and left Zuixianju. .

The author has something to say:

La la la~ It should be the gentle and affectionate attack of the romantic and evildoer. In fact, I also like a stronger attack, but the characters in this story already have their own destiny in my mind.In the later stage, the attack will become stronger.