He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Standing on the third-floor corridor, leaning against the railing and looking down, I saw the central stage moving to the beat of the drums like rain falling through a forest. The dancers' dresses billowed and layers of light gauze danced, and suddenly, from the high ceiling, petals rained down like a shower of flowers from heaven.

A veiled dancer emerged gracefully from the rain of flowers, descending from the sky with a long crimson ribbon in one hand, and gliding past the cheering audience like a startled swan.

Everything was clearly audible, and space and time were no longer a frozen backdrop. The scene in the room not long ago seemed to have become a thing of the past.

Leng Huan blinked, seemingly calmly reaching out her delicate hand to catch a petal, while secretly glancing sideways at Fu Xun beside her. Tsk, his expressionless face revealed nothing.

The two were about ten feet apart. After a long while, he finally spoke calmly, "Brother Huan, it's been a long time."

Leng Huan wasn't sure if he knew anything. Hadn't he heard that people from the Leng and Murong families had come?

After not seeing him for several years, there were some changes. For example, his voice was now a deep, magnetic adult male voice. And glancing at his head again... Leng Huan felt a pang of jealousy.

Did people in ancient times really grow to be 190 cm tall?

She exhaled and blew the petals from her palm away, then turned to look at Fu Xun. "Ah, it's been a long time, hasn't it?"

Fu Xun glanced at her thickened eyebrows and her usual handsome young man appearance, nodded slightly, and said nothing.

The Drunken Pleasure Pavilion was brightly lit, and the palace lanterns on the corridor illuminated her face clearly. Her black hair, tied into a ponytail with a red silk ribbon, hung smoothly down her back. Her entire body was either black or red, except for a warm white jade hairpin on her head and her white skin. The high collar of her dress covered her neck, otherwise her neck would also be white.

The light and shadow fell on her profile, casting a fan-shaped shadow on the bridge of her nose from her long, slightly curled eyelashes. From her beautiful eyebrows to her straight nose, her elegant lips and chin, the lines were perfectly contoured, making her profile incredibly captivating.

Fu Xun stared at her intently and brazenly, making Leng Huan nervous. She thought he was going to bring up something she didn't want to talk about!

Leng Huan's sleeves hung down so low that her fingertips were almost invisible. Unable to contain herself, she finally decided to make an excuse: "Well, I couldn't find an inn yesterday, and since Qi Ruxing is getting married, I planned to give her a wedding gift, so I stayed for a few days."

Fu Xun hummed in acknowledgment.

Leng Huan raised an eyebrow: "I've already booked a private room. How about I book one for you too? You can make do for the night and go to the Qi family tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Fu Xun stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "No need to waste time, I'll just share a room with Huan-ge."

Leng Huan: ? ?

Who the hell goes to a brothel with their best buddy and then doesn't go find some girls at night? They have to stay with their buddy!

Leng Huan frowned, then said more tactfully, "Don't you think this is too inconvenient?"

"What's inconvenient about it? I don't mind." Fu Xun shrugged indifferently.

Depend on!

I mind, can't we just have some fun?!

"..." Leng Huan glared at him, "Why are you following me?"

“Brother Huan, I want to follow you and see how to play…” Fu Xun suddenly leaned closer to her, an indescribable flame burning in his eyes, his voice spitting out each word through his teeth: “And that, ten, eight, touch.”

Leng Huan: "..."

Fu Xun was right in front of him, and Leng Huan seemed to sense a dangerous aura emanating from him, so he took a small step back uncomfortably.

Suddenly, she raised her delicate finger, poked his shoulder, pushed him away slightly, a smile playing on her lips, and calmly spoke:

"Alright, but what's the point of just listening to eighteen songs? Let me show you something... that will broaden your horizons!" With that, he turned and stepped back into the private room.

"..."

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"Xiao Hong, go and ask your mother to bring a few more pretty girls!" Leng Huan casually tossed a gold ingot into Xiao Hong's arms.

"Alright, alright, please wait a moment, young master!" Xiao Hong readily changed her form of address, picked up the gold, and ran off.

"Greetings, young master."

A moment later, several more beautiful young women entered the room, each one stunningly beautiful, with voices like nightingales and graceful figures.

Fu Xun's brow twitched slightly, his dark eyes fixed on Leng Huan, his face showing an air of watching a good show as he sat leisurely at the table, drinking from his cup.

"Just take good care of him, don't worry about me." Leng Huan clapped his hands, pointed at Fu Xun, and then embraced Xiao Lan on his left and Xiao Ying on his right, while Xiao Hong nestled beside her, pouring wine and feeding her grapes.

Her posture was so relaxed and natural, as if she were the real man. Fu Xun's forehead twitched as he watched, and he really wanted to... really wanted to grab her and beat her up!

Several newly arrived courtesans looked at each other, slowly approached Fu Xun, and boldly poured him wine, massaging his shoulders and legs.

"No need!" Fu Xun took the wine, finished it, and gestured for them to stay away. The courtesans were filled with unease.

"What? You don't like it?" Leng Huan raised an eyebrow, lowered her head and picked up a crystal-clear grape from Xiao Hong's hand. She had red lips and white teeth, and lightly licked the grape with her pink tongue. The crystal-clear grape disappeared between her lips and teeth. Her red lips were crystal clear, making her look very charming. Fu Xun suddenly thought of a sentence that he felt was particularly suitable for her.

———Her lips seemed to hold vermilion.

It should taste like grapes right now... He forced himself to look away, his throat bobbed, and he suddenly felt a bit hot. Staring at the wine pot in front of him, he suddenly poured himself a drink and ignored her words.

Leng Huan chuckled lightly, "If you're not satisfied, just change a few more. Why put on that face?"

She sat up straight and waved to the nervous flower girls, "You can go down now, then we'll change..."

"No need!"

Fu Xun interrupted her directly, looking at the flower girls, "You can all leave now, there's no need to call anyone else."

"Wait!" Leng Huan looked at Fu Xun and smiled with a hint of sarcasm. "Didn't you want to hear the Eighteen Songs? Let them sing them for you. You can see for yourself tonight, it'll be fun..."

The courtesans looked at this and that, and then had no choice but to sit by the screen with their musical instruments and sing and play.

Fu Xunchang was in the Fu family, so he naturally knew some of these things. In the past, he always turned a blind eye and a deaf ear, but now, in this situation, for some reason, he kept staring at Leng Huan.

Leng Huan felt the piercing gaze on his back, frowned, glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, and stopped looking at him.

Since they were already there, they decided not to waste the time. Xiao Hong and Xiao Lan were feeding each other wine and teasing each other while she was holding wine glasses in her mouth. She rubbed Xiao Lan's soft, boneless shoulders with one hand and stroked Xiao Ying's slender waist with the other. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed Xiao Hong, who was pouring wine, and pulled her up. Xiao Hong sat in her lap and giggled.

Leng Huan was clearly enjoying himself, while Fu Xun tightened his grip on the wine cup, making a barely audible sound, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the cup in his hand.

How could there be someone like her in the world? She's even more unrestrained and carefree than a man. It's hard to believe that she grew up in the Leng family!

If Leng Feng saw her like this, he probably wouldn't even dare to acknowledge her as his sister!

Fu Xun clenched and unclenched his left hand under the table, pouring and drinking wine without making a sound.

Seeing Fu Xun standing there properly with one courtesan serving him and two others playing musical instruments, Leng Huan felt it was a waste. She asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

He then pointed behind the screen and said, "Are you feeling embarrassed? Why don't you take the young lady to the bed over there?"

"..." Fu Xun gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, ignoring her words. A few black lines twitched on his forehead. He had an impulse to directly reveal her identity. At that time, would she still be so calm and composed?

Suddenly he called out:

"Brother Huan."

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