Zongwu: Madam, please respect yourself

"Are you here too?"

Duan Zhengchun's face was a little embarrassed, but more of a panic.

His eyes kept wandering to Dao Baifeng not far away.

His eyes were full of fear.

Did he ever like Li Qingluo?

Definitely.

I also like it now.

But has he ever thought about taking responsibility?

Sorry, he never thought about it.

If I had thought about it, I wouldn't have been without a letter for so many years.

Li Qingluo looked at Duan Zhengchun in front of her expressionlessly: "Is something wrong? Prince Duan."

Duan Zhengchun subconsciously thought that Li Qingluo was angry with him. Just as he was about to explain, Dao Baifeng had already walked to his side. When the words came to his lips, he immediately swallowed them back and just smiled dullly. .

Li Qingluo sneered and turned her gaze to Dao Baifeng's face: "Sister Dao, I haven't seen you for many years, but she still looks beautiful!"

Dao Baifeng looked at Li Qingluo, a deep wariness flashed in his eyes.

However, her eyes subconsciously shifted to the boy next to her.

Suddenly, he took a breath of air.

Because Wu Gong actually looked about 45% similar to Duan Zhengchun when he was a child.

But when I looked carefully, I felt that they were not the same, they were just similar in spirit.

Inadvertently, she looked into Wu Gong's eyes that were faintly shining with pink light.

Subconsciously, heat surged through her body, and her hands that were originally loosened were held together in the blink of an eye. After all, she had not experienced that feeling for many years, and it kept rippling in her heart.

Vaguely, his neck was blushing, and his trousers were soaked without any trace.

Duan Zhengchun also discovered Wu Gong.

At first glance, he didn't think anything was unusual.

But then he was suddenly shocked.

Although I only noticed that it was just a spiritual resemblance.

But not everyone can be like that.

It's like his biological son Duan Yu, who is completely different from him.

Not only are their temperaments different.

Even their looks are very different, and they are only vaguely similar.

"You" Duan Zhengchun made a strange sound in his throat and pointed towards Wu Gong.

Huang Rong came from the side and hugged Wu Gong.

The beautiful Huang Rong made Duan Zhengchun's eyes light up, but when he heard Huang Rong's self-introduction, he immediately put his thoughts away.

"This must be Prince Duan of Zhennan Prince's Mansion in Dali. Huang Rong, I have seen you here. This is my son Wu Gong. I wonder what your lordship does?"

"Your son?"

Duan Zhengchun was suddenly startled, but then he thought of Guo Jing, whose surname is Guo!

During the moment of doubt, Li Qingluo said coldly: "Rong'er, the door of your house is broken, so come to my place to watch. The opera will be performed soon, so don't miss it."

"good!"

The three of them entered the private room and closed the door.

Only then did Duan Zhengchun react.

He wanted to say something, but the door was already closed. In desperation, he could only sigh and said slowly to his side: "Feng'er, let's leave first."

He shouted, but got no response from Dao Baifeng.

Duan Zhengchun looked to his side with some confusion.

But he saw Dao Baifeng, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly and gritting her teeth, as if she was enduring something.

"Feng'er!"

"I can hear Prince Duan!" Dao Baifeng raised his head: "I'm not deaf, and besides, I'm not blind either."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Duan Yu... leaving Duan Zhengchun with an embarrassed look on his face.

In the room, Zhuge Liang stood by the window and looked down.

His eyes kept scanning the crowd below.

Wang Yuyan had already woken up, and she was a little dazed at this time. She suddenly fell into coma and had no idea what happened?

I only felt some pain in the back of my neck.

I looked back and saw everyone was back.

Jiejie turned around and began to lecture Wu Gong in a cold tone: "You are not invincible, there are always things in this world that can kill you.

Next time, don't rush up without thinking. When the time comes, you will die without knowing how.

And you, Huang Rong, teach your son well. If you can’t teach him well, I don’t mind teaching him for you. "

Huang Rong, who was rare, did not fight for the advantage of words, but kicked Wu Gong hard, with such force that it even made a dull sound like a heavy hammer beating a drum.

"Boom!"

With the sound of this sound, Wu Gong directly knelt on the ground with both knees, grinning in pain.

"Gong'er, did you listen to what Master Jiejie taught you?

Next time if you dare to act like this, I will break your legs. Let you become a cripple, so that you won't be thrown into the rivers and lakes without knowing why. "

There was a trace of reluctance in Li Qingluo's eyes, but she also understood how impulsive Wu Gong was just now, so she reached out and tugged on his ears: "If you are so impulsive next time, I won't need your mother to teach you, I will destroy your legs first."

Li Qingluo specially used the accent on the word "leg".

Except for Wang Yuyan, the other two women in the room rolled their eyes in annoyance.

Wu Gong took a breath of air.

Li Qingluo's words were not meant for fun, but was she really willing to do so?

Wu Gong's lips subconsciously formed a smile.

Huang Rong saw another kick, this one directly on his waist, and her dull voice sounded louder: "If you keep smiling, I will destroy you now."

Wang Yuyan's face was full of distress, but there were all elders here, and it was not her turn to speak out.

After Wu Gong admitted his mistake, he could only pull him over to comfort him.

"How's it going? Does it hurt?"

Wu Gong grinned and held his waist.

Huang Rong really dared to be cruel.

She should know best that her kidney energy is insufficient, so she actually kicked herself in the waist.

That is to say, fortunately, I am more resistant to beatings now.

Otherwise, if I take this step down, I may not be able to do whatever I want for a long time.

"pain!"

Wu Gong looked at Wang Yuyan pitifully and said in a very low voice: "Sister Yuyan is still kind to me and knows how to care about me."

Wang Yuyan's face quickly turned crimson, she gritted her teeth and reached out to touch Wu Gong's lower back.

"Let me rub it for you. It won't hurt anymore."

"OK!"

Wu Gong let the little hand slowly move to his lower back.

But because of the clothes, Wang Yuyan didn't dare to exert force, so she actually couldn't feel anything.

Wu Gong took a look and saw that the three women next to him didn't pay attention here.

He gently held Wang Yuyan's little hand, stretched it from the side of his clothes to his back, and placed it on the swollen lower back.

Wang Yuyan's face turned redder.

But her little hands were extremely cold.

His fingers were stroking the already purple skin.

Wu Gongshi took a breath of comfort.

The burning pain immediately dissipated a lot after being pressed and rubbed by Wang Yuyan.

Although Wang Yuyan does not know martial arts, her massage techniques are extremely sophisticated.

Wu Gong was a little curious: "Sister Yuyan, how come you know how to massage?"

Wang Yuyan pursed her lips and said in a voice no bigger than a mosquito: "I read it from the book. My mother sometimes suffers from back pain, which was an injury she suffered when she moved south. I would often give her massages, so that her waist The pain will be less.”

"Oh?" A smile appeared on Wu Gong's face, "In that case, I would also like to thank that monk. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been taught a lesson by my godmother, and I wouldn't have been massaged by you, sister Yuyan. , let alone know that sister Yuyan, your little hands are so smooth and tender."

"You are so smooth-talking. It seems that Aunt Huang's lesson was taken lightly." Wang Yuyan pouted and gently pinched Wu Gong's waist.

Although he didn't use any force, he pinched the wound just right. Wu Gong grimaced in pain, and then Wang Yuyan continued to massage with some regret.

While feeling the treatment of the girl next to him, Wu Gong looked at the three women standing together. Looking at their backs, he suddenly felt a wave of touches. Did he enjoy the blessing of a family relationship?

Three women gathered near the window.

They have not forgotten the purpose of coming today.

In fact, the drama has already begun.

The slightly cool night breeze blew the entire stage. An opera girl in pink clothes was singing softly. Hundreds of lights from lanterns surrounding the stage illuminated the entire stage brightly.

The woman on the stage was very beautiful, but she could not arouse the recognition of the three women at all.

All their eyes were searching among the crowd.

Soon they saw a white-haired old man, holding a cane and stroking the bare beard on his face with his other hand.

Huang Rong looked at it from a distance and shook her head.

It was too far away to see clearly whether there were any traces of disguise on his face.

Extinction soon targeted another person.

It was an old man wearing a black robe. He was gently shaking the sandalwood beads in his hand, and he was shaking his head in accordance with the a cappella singing on the stage, but there was no way to be sure.

“This is not the way to go.

He may have disguised himself, he may not have disguised himself, he may have come, or he may not have come.

There are various possibilities. "

Li Qingluo was silent for a while and continued: "If you really want to find someone, the best way is to cause chaos. Only in chaos can you have a chance to identify their identities. Other than that, there is no other way." Law."

Miejie nodded and said in an indifferent tone: "The best way is to set a fire. I will set the fire."

She didn't care at all whether innocent people would be involved.

But Huang Rong shook her head and quickly stopped her: "There are too many innocent people here.

It's very possible that we burned many innocent people to death but failed to find that Batulu. Let's try another method. "

"Is there any other way?"

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a knock on the door.

Then, before anyone responded, the door was pushed open.

A burly man walked in. This guy had a bald head, but no scars on his head. He was burly, wearing an iron palm glove on one hand, and two golden rings on the other hand.

He was wearing Liu Yanfang's slave clothes. After he came in, he knelt on the ground without saying anything.

He kowtowed three times to Huang Rong, and then said: "Thank you for saving my sister. I, Chen Er, will never forget your kindness in this life."

Everyone was a little confused.

Only Huang Rong nodded thoughtfully.

It turned out that Jiumozhi had been merciless just now, pouring the billowing energy directly into the body of the maid in pink.

If not for Huang Rong's timely guidance and rescue, even if it was just a moment late, not only would his life be in danger, but even if he was rescued, he would end up crippled and unable to practice martial arts for the rest of his life.

Rolling her eyes, Huang Rong suddenly said: "You don't need to remember this kindness. Can I ask you a favor now?"

"My benefactor, you said, as long as I can help, I will never refuse."