Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Oh no, why did I forget about this? Now I’m exposed as an assassin?

"Actually, I'm the child of a hunter. Before joining Yanyu Pavilion, my family lived next to a mountain. Later, I offended bandits and could no longer enter the mountain. In desperation, I had to come to Yanyu Pavilion and make a living by performing, so I know some Kung Fu." Tang Cuo pursed his lips and stared at Mu Nian'an with an inquiring look.

"In this case, I will just believe what you said is true. If I find out who sent you as an undercover agent, I will never let you go." Mu Nian'an stood up and said.

"I guarantee it's all true." Seeing him stand up, Tangcuo thought he was about to leave, so he hurriedly stood beside him, raised his hand, and said happily, "Farewell, Prince."

"Heh." Mu Nian'an sneered, "This prince hasn't said he's leaving yet."

"Your Highness, it's already dark. With your gentle personality, it's absolutely impossible for you to stay here overnight, right? So, if you don't go back in time, it will be dark. I'll open the door for you." As he said that, Tang Cuo took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Just as he was about to turn around and face Mu Nian'an, his feet suddenly slipped and he fell towards his position.

Tangcuo grabbed at things around him, trying to steady himself.

Looking at his upside-down figure, Mu Nian'an subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch his body. At the same time, the white gauze on Tang Cuo's face was inadvertently pulled off by him.

A fair face suddenly caught Mu Nian'an's sight, the snow-white skin was set off by a hint of cherry redness.

The corners of his lips kept opening and closing because of the sudden change.

Tang Cuo came back to his senses, then quickly stood up, lowered his head and said, "I'm really sorry, I didn't stand firmly just now and disturbed the prince."

Mu Nian'an's eyes fell on his face, and he seemed to be sucked in and had not yet come to his senses.

"Your Highness? Your Highness?" Tang Cuo stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes a few times. "Oh my god, you are not scared silly by me, are you? This is really a sin."

Hearing his call, Mu Nian'an came back to his senses. He put his fingers to his mouth and coughed twice to cover up the embarrassing scene just now.

"I'm sorry, I was a little distracted."

"It's okay, it's okay..." As long as the person is not stupid, it's okay. But I'm really scared...

Tang Cuo touched his cheek and found that the veil on his face was still in his hand.

He pursed his lips, then said, "Um... Your Highness, can you return the white veil in your hand to me?"

"Ah...oh...here you go." Mu Nian'an handed him the veil, "You look like this..."

"What's wrong? Is it ugly?"

"No, you are as beautiful as a lily orchid and a jade tree, and as pretty as a winter plum. I can't seem to find anyone prettier than you in the entire capital."

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness." Tang Cuo nodded slightly. It's true that this Your Highness's words are quite likable. "I wonder if Your Highness will do me the honor of coming tomorrow?"

"If you want to make a name for yourself in the capital and make people laugh, this prince will not be absent."

As soon as the words fell, Yue Li's voice came from the door, "Sir, it's getting late, we should go back home."

"Yeah." Hearing his words, Mu Nian'an replied, then looked at Tang Cuo, "Tang Cuo, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Your Highness."

After the two said goodbye, Mu Nian'an walked out and closed the door of the room for him.

The moonlight was bright. After finally seeing off a giant Buddha, Tangcuo collapsed directly on the bed. "Xiaoye, the ancient times are more exciting than the modern times."

[Host, don't worry. Wear it a few more times and you'll get used to it.]

Thank you, I wasn't comforted at all...

Outside the door, Mu Nian'an sat in the carriage back to the Prince's Mansion, and was in a daze.

"Your Highness, is there anything wrong?" Seeing his absent-minded expression, Yue Li's tone sounded a little worried.

"I haven't found out anything yet. How's it going on your side?" After hearing his words, Mu Nian'an came back to his senses with a cold expression.

"Your Highness guessed correctly. His Royal Highness Prince Rong'an's men are indeed following us. Should we take any measures to deal with it?" Yue Li said calmly.

"No, don't act rashly. King Rong'an has spies all over the capital. He will find out if we make any move. After all, we share the same blood, so he won't attack us here."

"Yes, my subordinates know."

"Also, let's prepare the car tomorrow, as we will come to Yanyu Pavilion again." When he said this, Mu Nian'an's mind flashed unconsciously with the beautiful figure just now.

"Yes."

The moonlight is hazy, the stars are rolling, and it is a good night's sleep.

Early the next morning, Tangcuo was awakened by the noisy sound at the door. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly sat up.

"Oh! The oiran election! I almost overslept." Tang Cuo patted his head in annoyance.

Coincidentally, the girl who was dressing them at the door also knocked on his door.

Tang Cuo rolled to his feet, then quickly put on his clothes and opened the door. "Sister Lan Ju, you're here. Good morning."

"Good morning. I will personally take care of all your dressing and wearing today. You must fight hard and win the title of oiran in one fell swoop." There was a gleam of determination in Ran Ju's eyes.

What? If I win the courtesan, do you get a commission?

Tang Cuo twitched his lips in confusion, then nodded, "Don't worry, Sister Lan Ju, I will try my best to do my best."

"Well, come to the bronze mirror and I'll help you."

"Okay." Hearing her words, Tangcuo sat obediently in front of the bronze mirror, waiting for Lanju's tempering.

Lan Ju raised her hand and let Tang Cuo's long hair fall down. Her jet-black hair hung to her waist, soft and shiny. Then, she took out a jade hairpin and skillfully played with it with her hands.

She helped him to make a bun. Lan Ju nodded with satisfaction, then took out the rouge and powder beside her, applied it on her fingertips, slightly lifted his chin, and looked at him carefully.

"Tsk" After a while, Lan Ju still didn't take action, but made a "tsk" sound.

"What's wrong? Sister Ranju, is there something wrong?"

Lan Ju shook her head, then released her hand that was lifting his chin, "You don't need rouge or powder on your face. I think I'm wasting my time."

"What are you talking about, Sister Lanju? My appearance is just acceptable." Tang Cuo looked at himself in the bronze mirror and said casually.

"Your face can be described as good or bad."

"How do you say this?" Tang Cuo didn't quite understand what she meant.

"The good thing is that your face is beautiful, graceful, and perfect in every way. As for the bad thing I mentioned, it is a little too perfect, which will bring you a lot of trouble. If you can hug a big Buddha, you will have no worries for the rest of your life."