Shen Shen Shen doesn't pursue men, only money

After leaving Heyin Tower, Mu Yejun told Du Ruo: "Go to Dongran Pavilion."

The carriage drove towards the Dongran Pavilion of the Jiaofangsi.

It is still early today. There are three or four horses tied at the gate of the Music Bureau, chewing grass leisurely. They must be the horses of the guests who stayed overnight at the Music Bureau. The guests have not yet got up.

The courtesan Yue Ranran's appearance is not outstanding, she can only be considered pretty. With this appearance, she is not worthy of becoming one of the twelve courtesans of the Jiaofang Bureau.

But background and backstage are important everywhere.

Yue Ranran is the confidante of the second son of the Duke of Yunsheng, Mu, and she only serves him. Relying on her backing from the top family in Dongxiang, and the fact that Mu always spends a lot of money on her, the shrewd madam immediately gave Yue Ranran one of the twelve courtesans titles, to make Mu proud. At the same time, Mu doesn't like noise, and Yue Ranran never receives other dignitaries, so the madam is happy to arrange her in the most secluded courtyard of the Jiaofangsi, and gave it an elegant name: Dongran Pavilion.

At this time, the courtyard door was tightly closed. Du Ruo hurried over to the front of the courtyard before the young master even left, and knocked three times. In less than five breaths, the door opened, and a child dressed as a servant, who looked no more than 11 years old, poked his head out. Seeing that it was Mu Yejun, he quickly opened the door and saluted, and whispered, "Master."

Dongran Pavilion is one of the many strongholds of Fenying Hall. Everyone in the pavilion pledges their loyalty to Fenying Hall with their lives, in other words, to Mu Yejun alone with their lives.

Mu Yejun then led the group into the yard, where Du Ruo and other guards were waiting.

He walked into Yue Ranran's main courtyard alone, waving his hands to signal the maids serving around to leave as he walked.

The maids were well-trained to bow and retreat quietly, never daring to disobey their master in the slightest.

A long time ago, a new maid was shocked by her master's beauty. In order to attract the attention of this handsome master, she took the excuse of adding tea and water to enter the main house. When she came out, she was a dead body with a sword piercing the chest. The death was extremely miserable. The maid in charge was also beaten with 20 boards. If it weren't for Miss Ranran's plea, I'm afraid the maid in charge would have been beheaded.

Yue Ranran tied her hair into a bun casually, and wore the thin, transparent crescent-shaped gown that was customary for the courtesans of the Imperial Music Bureau. She only had a small top underneath, and a pink bellyband underneath. She also wore a long skirt with a side slit, revealing her fair and tender thighs.

At this time, she was standing in front of the long table in the room practicing calligraphy. When she bent over, her chest was white and her spring light was looming, making her slightly delicate face more seductive. The hairpin flower small calligraphy on the table was very beautiful. After being praised by the young master, she practiced more diligently.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, Yue Ranran showed a surprised expression and looked up towards the front door of the flower hall.

The handsome man was wearing a black robe with wide sleeves embroidered with flying cranes and gold thread, and a long black brocade tied around his waist. The brocade was made of high-quality material and exuded a beautiful luster unique to brocade. His hair was fixed with a black gilded crown. When the man entered the room, his black boots with intricate patterns stepped on the thick carpet in the hall and suddenly became silent.

His clothes look too luxurious and complicated to others, and very oppressive, but they fit him just right, setting off his facial features as if they were born to be dressed this way.

"Master." Yue Ranran stepped forward happily and saluted.

Mu Yejun sat down at the table with a cold face. He now gave people the feeling that he was desperately suppressing his inner rage and was about to explode in the next second.

Yue Ranran immediately sensed her master's displeasure, and turned around to serve her a cup of freshly brewed hot tea. Her eyes flickered with seductiveness, and she said in a gentle and careful voice, "Who dares to displease the master? Yueying will help the master deal with him, okay?"

Before she finished her words, a delicate and small dagger had already brushed past her embroidered shoes and pierced through the thick carpet. The exposed part of the dagger emitted a cold light. It was one of Mu Yejun's favorite things.

"Anyone who touches her will die."

"Master, please forgive me." Yue Ranran immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "It was Yueying who spoke too much. Please forgive me, Master." Cold sweat oozed down her back. The young master was not someone who was easy to talk to. He was cruel and merciless, without any warmth at all.

Mu Yejun waved his hand irritably to let her get up. What a boring woman.

If it was Shen Shen at this moment, what would she do? Would she be surprised and say, "Huai Bi, you are so amazing." Or "Huai Bi, this dagger is so beautiful, just give it to me." Or "Mu Ye Jun, are you crazy?"

In short, she never follows common sense and talks about this and that. Thinking of Shen Shenshen's jumping and reaction, Mu Yejun couldn't help but return to his gentle appearance with a smile on his lips.

The courtesan who had just stood up didn't hear the sound, so she quietly looked up and fell in love with him instantly.

She had never seen such a gentle expression on the young master's face. That handsome face was always cold towards her. Even when he was pampering her in bed, he only treated her as an object to vent his desires.

At this time, the moon is bright and the breeze is clear, just like the bright moon in the sky, which makes people fascinated. Wait, the master just said... She? Who could it be? She actually captured the heart of the young master?

Who is she?

Mu Yejun thought about today, Heyinlou, and Zhu Yanxiao kissing Shen Shenshen, and suddenly he felt even more irritated. He looked up at Yue Ranran, and the courtesan was terrified by the fierce gaze. He called out tentatively, "Master? Ah!"

Before she could even scream, she was violently pulled over by her master, and a rain of kisses fell on her lips, face, and neck... Each kiss was full of violent breath, and the feeling was not pleasant.

"Owner..."

"Shut up."

Yue Ranran didn't dare make any sound anymore, and her body tried hard to endure the crazy kisses and rough caresses.

Mu Yejun had no pity for her. To him, these women were just his personal belongings. Since they were just belongings, he could do whatever he wanted with them. If he didn't like them anymore, he could just throw them away.

When the kiss was full of passion, he threw the person in his arms onto the bed, stared coldly at the woman whose cheeks were already flushed, and said without emotion: "Take it off."

Yue Ranran had long been accustomed to her master's mood swings. She quietly stood up and undressed herself from her outer coat, undergarment, bellyband, underwear and all other clothes. She was completely naked and covered with the quilt, like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Mu Yejun also untied his belt, took off his outer shirt and pressed on.

Yue Ranran had already gritted her teeth and prepared herself to endure the young master's violent venting.

Unexpectedly, he was very gentle at this moment. He kissed her face, her eyelids, her lips, and his hands gently caressed every inch of her skin. It was as if she was a piece of fine porcelain that would break if he applied a little force.

Yue Ranran, who had never received such a gentle caress, was deeply indulged. Her body trembled with excitement and she couldn't help but murmured, "Ah, Master."

At this moment, an extremely gentle voice came to her ears: "Call me Huaibi, Shenshen."