Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Fu Qi'an was a little hurt. He was so loyal to the Eighth Prince, but the Eighth Prince actually treated him like this? He thought that the Eighth Prince would entrust him with such an important task as the treasure map this time. Although it was because the Fourth Prince had too many spies, he must have seen his ability and loyalty. Unexpectedly, he still let him do these messy things.

Every time this kind of thing happened, the Eighth Prince would let him do it, as if his talents were all limited to matters between men and women. Could it be that he would never be able to take on greater responsibilities in the future?

Fu Qian'an felt a little melancholy and helpless. Although he was indeed a playboy in the past and often lingered in places of entertainment, he had not been to those brothels for a long time recently!

He is now solely focused on Xiao Guoer, and has long lost his thoughts on pursuing other women!

When he thought of Xiao Guoer, Fu Qi'an became even sadder. When would he be able to get what he wanted? When would he be able to see Xiao Guoer's face with his own eyes, touch her fair and delicate skin with his own hands, which he had been thinking about day and night and dreaming about!

Although Fu Qian was sad, he still decided to contribute his loyalty.

After all, as subordinates, loyalty and obedience are the most basic principles.

He reluctantly took out the erotic picture that he had treasured in his arms for a long time. He had originally planned to use it on Xiao Guoer tonight, but now it was of no use, so he decided to present it to the Eighth Prince.

"Your Highness, this is a volume of erotic paintings that I found by chance not long ago. The erotic scenes depicted in this painting are unique and interesting, and are rare to see. I think if Concubine Qing can use the scenes depicted in this painting on Your Majesty, it will surely make Your Majesty very happy."

Zhao Yunrong was a little surprised to see him casually take out a pornographic picture book from his arms, and there was a bit of helplessness on his face: This playboy is really a leader in wine and women, but he actually carries such obscene things with him, which is ridiculous!

"Bring it to me and take a look."

Zhao Yunrong felt a little curious. After all, erotic paintings were not rare, but he wanted to see what was so special about them that made Fu Qian praise them so highly.

Seeing the Eighth Prince's face with an expression that said "as expected", Fu Qi'an took the erotic picture handed to him by him with both hands, and a trace of regret welled up in his heart.

If I had known, I would have presented this picture another day. He really doesn't look at this kind of thing all day! It was just a coincidence today!

Zhao Yunrong did not take it seriously at first and flipped through the erotic paintings carelessly. But when he saw the lifelike and provocative gestures of the characters in the paintings, his fingers flipped through the pages more and more slowly, and his eyes became more focused, as if he was attracted by an invisible force. His expression gradually revealed an unexpected surprise.

After a while, he raised his head from the erotic painting and stared at Fu Qi'an. His voice became a little hoarse, "Where did you find this album?"

Generally speaking, as long as a man is a man, no matter if he is the emperor high above or a commoner lowly like dust, he is born with some understanding about matters between men and women.

Zhao Yunrong knew that this album could really help Concubine Qing consolidate her favor.

Fu Qi'an didn't understand why, so he bowed and said, "I bought it from a bookstore in the market. The price was quite high."

Zhao Yunrong nodded slightly, his expression was indistinguishable, "It is indeed rare and interesting. When it comes to matters between men and women, you are indeed unique and extraordinary. This king was not wrong about you."

Faced with the rare praise from the Eighth Prince, Fu Qian didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

These words sounded like a compliment at first, but when he thought about it carefully, they seemed to contain a hint of sarcasm, and he was really a little melancholy.

But all in all, judging from the Eighth Prince's expression, he should be satisfied with this erotic picture.

No matter what aspect one excels in, it is a good thing to be favored by the Eighth Prince.

"I will certainly do my best to help you, Your Majesty."

Zhao Yunrong nodded again and placed the erotic painting on the treasure map on the table beside him.

"Okay, I know you are loyal, but I cannot assign you an official position right now. You are handling some hidden matters for me in secret. When the time is right, I will assign you an official position that suits you."

Fu Qi'an was delighted. No matter how he caught the prince's eye, as long as it worked, it was enough!

"Thank you for your cultivation, Your Majesty."

"Go ahead and think about how to get things done between Yingniang and Chen Fengyao as soon as possible."

Fu Qi'an bowed and took his leave, then went back to Fu's house and slept obediently. He slept very uneasily that night and had a nightmare.

In his dream, he was in a misty bamboo forest. It was quiet and silent except for the faint sound of wind and the rustling of bamboo leaves.

In this mysterious bamboo forest, he saw a familiar figure - Xiao Guo'er. She was wearing a light green dress, with a graceful figure and a charming back.

He was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to hug her. At the moment of hugging, he seemed to be able to faintly smell the faint virgin fragrance emanating from Xiao Guoer, which intoxicated him.

Just as Fu Qi'an was ecstatically trying to turn Xiao Guo'er's face to see her beauty, a chill suddenly struck him from behind. A sword pierced straight into his heart.

Fu Qi'an woke up from his dream gasping for breath, his heart beating faster, as if he could still feel the suffocating pain brought by the sword piercing his heart in the dream.

After a long time, Fu Qi'an gradually came back to his senses from the shock in his dream. He slowly sat up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, only then did he realize that his body was already soaked with sweat.

He stood up in a daze and poured tea, and the sound startled the maid on duty outside.

The little maid heard the noise, and hurriedly lifted the curtain and came in, asking with concern: "Master, is there anything you need me to do?"

Summer clothes are already thin, and the maid deliberately pulled down the neckline, revealing her disheveled clothes. Her white and tender breasts were eye-catching, and her swaying could easily arouse a man's most primitive desires.

Fu Qian didn't even look at her. He just waved his hand and drove the pitiful little maid out without saying a word.

After the little maidservant left, her expression was full of reluctance and a bit of confusion. What happened to the young master? He hadn't called her to serve him for several days, and the other maidservants hadn't visited him in the same room either. Could it be that the young master had been fooling around too much in the past and that had led to a depletion of his kidney essence?

No wonder he was sweating so much and looked a little pale. No, I have to ask the kitchen to cook some nourishing soup tomorrow!

The little maidservant stayed up all night in a daze, and finally, unable to bear the sleepiness anymore, she fell asleep on the small couch in the outer room.

But before she had slept for two hours, she heard a knock on the door.