Nine Thoughts

As everyone expected, this Mr. Lan is none other than Lan Xuan, the leader of the Demon Cult.

This Lan Xuan has not given up on Ling Wuqi. He thinks that as long as he is the leader of the Demon Cult for a day, he will have to be a lover with the leader of the martial arts for a day. This is a belief, a mission, and what he must do as the leader of the Demon Cult thing.

For this purpose, he pays close attention to the movements of Anle and Ling Wuqi in Yihong Building every day, thinking about when he catches the opportunity to sneak in.

Unexpectedly, he didn't know that he didn't wait when he took advantage of it, the daily attention gave him a new idea: let alone, the makeup of the sisters and sisters in Yihonglou is really beautiful.

Although Sanshuiji is a rural place, there are many merchants coming and going from north to south. There are indeed some novelties, and the fashion taste is also advancing with the times. The makeup painted by the girls is the most popular in the whole country.

Lan Xuan's arm was injured by Ling Wuqi when she went to Anle's home to provoke her earlier. Although the injury was not serious, her hand was not too stable. When she drew her eyebrows, she always drew them crookedly. Because of this, our beauty-loving leader Lan had no choice but to put on a lot of makeup day.

This person is inherently beautiful, so he naturally feels that he is extremely beautiful even with a plain face, but beauty is beautiful, and he still lacks some soul.

The injury finally healed, and it was time to put on makeup and powder on his face, but Lan Xuan felt that his soul might not be pure, why did the heavy makeup look ugly?Not as good as the girl from Yihonglou.

So today, Master Lan stepped into the gate of Yihong Building with a lot of silver in his pocket, picked the Hongying girl who fit his aesthetics the most, and closed the door to ask for advice on beauty makeup.

"Mr. Lan, if I am one-tenth as good-looking as you, I'm afraid I will be the most beautiful woman in the city. Who won't bow down under my pomegranate skirt?" Hong Ying helped Lan Xuan finish the last bit of rouge, facing His bright face sighed sincerely.

Speaking of which, she was very happy to receive this guest today, not vulgar, not vulgar, kind like a sister, but looking at this extremely beautiful face, it really made her a little ashamed.

"Really?" Lan Xuan looked at herself in the mirror and was very satisfied, "What's the advantage of being an oiran lady? Can you choose your own guests?"

"It should be more choices than ordinary sisters, but after all, I can't help myself."

Hongying sighed, "The people who come here to have fun are all different in height, fat or thin, with different pockets, but in the end they are still here to have fun, and they only treat us girls as playthings.

But son, you are different."

"You must not like me."

Lan Xuan said, "I love Longyang."

Red Oriole: ""

"Hey, Sister Hongying, do you feel that this makeup is a little dull, like a bad complexion?" Lan Xuan looked down at her dark purple clothes, as if she had discovered the problem, "Why don't you lend me a Wearing a red dress? The red dress shows off your complexion."

"Young master is lucky. I happen to have a new dress that is bigger."

As Hongying said, she took out a red dress from the cabinet and put it on for Lan Xuan.

Lan Xuan looked at her bright self in the mirror, feeling a little dazed and confused for a while, and said to herself: That President Ling doesn't know what's wrong, such a big beauty can't even look down on him, is it because of his eyes or his brain? question?Is the Central Plains martial arts still doing well these years?Hong Ying didn't know what was going on in his mind, but she knew that he was not satisfied enough, so she volunteered and said, "Young Master Lan, wait a moment, I'll ask my sister if there is any better-looking rouge."

Lan Xuan answered absent-mindedly, and heard Hongying trot out of the room, but the door opened again after a while, as if someone was pushed in by others.

Lan Xuan turned her face to the side, and happened to see Tong Linyuan's embarrassment in which he was at a loss and wanted to escape but couldn't escape. When he saw his face clearly, he looked like his soul was flying away.

His eyes are not blind, his mind is not bad, Lan Xuan thought, that's great, he likes me.

Up to now, Tong Linyuan saw that the man couldn't push him away, so he had no choice but to let him sit on his lap, not knowing where to put his hands, and just hugged him vaguely, while embarrassingly letting him feed him wine and vegetables, On the one hand, he still did not forget to inquire about his background, just hoping to find out some clues of the case: "Brother, I don't know what is wrong with you? Why did you end up in a brothel?" Lan Xuan complained: "My slave was sold to Nanfeng for urinating. Museum, now that it is getting old and decrepit, it was sold here again at a low price, it’s just fate.”

Tong Linyuan asked, "Are you trafficked?"

"Sold by my biological mother, does it count as abduction?" Lan Xuan said, "My father died early, and I remarried with my mother when I was young. Who would have thought that my stepfather was not as good as a beast, and he raped me. My slave was only six years old at the time."

When Tong Linyuan heard the words, he was filled with indignation for a moment, and his anger went straight to his forehead: "It's unreasonable! It's really not as good as a beast!" Lan Xuan cried: "My mother saw this, and she didn't save me, but she sold me later, saying I am Hu Meizi, seducing her husband.

Oh, look, my lord, how does the slave family look like a fox? "

"Did she really do such a thing? It's useless to be a mother!" Tong Linyuan thumped the table angrily, and then let out an "ouch" for some reason.

"Does your hand hurt?" Lan Xuan gently held Tong Linyuan's hand, and blew it on her lips, her eyes fluttering, "Young master, don't be angry, it's my family's fate."

"It's not a pain in the hand, that" Tong Linyuan pulled the corner of his mouth, "the leg is numb"

"Ah, sorry, sorry."

Lan Xuan hurriedly jumped off his lap, and said sadly, "It's all my fault, I'm too heavy, huh"

"No, it's okay." Tong Linyuan rubbed his stiff legs, his expression distorted for a while, "Sit up, don't let the madam see, I will punish you later."

Lan Xuan squinted her eyes, and a bit of tenderness suddenly appeared in her cat-like eyes.

"Sit on my lap."

As soon as Lan Xuan's voice fell, Tong Linyuan didn't know what happened. Suddenly someone lifted his waist, and when he came back to his senses, he had already spread his legs and sat on Lan Xuan's crotch, and Lan Xuan's body was hot and bulging. The big guy is right under his buttocks.

In front of him is a radiant and glamorous face, and beneath him is a passionate male Yang Gen. Even though he has read a lot of poetry and books, he can't find any way to deal with it at this time. He just feels at a loss and is extremely embarrassed.

"What are your plans for the future?" Tong Linyuan thought for a long time, and finally came up with this sentence.

Lan Xuan's bitter lover couldn't make up his mind, and complained quietly: "What else can I do? I'm resigned to fate. I have been in prostitution since I was six years old, and I don't know anything about it except this fun."

"You can't catch up with yesterday, a dignified man, you should constantly strive for self-improvement, and don't belittle yourself."

Tong Linyuan said seriously, "Have you ever read?" Lan Xuan shook her head, "I can't read."

"I, let me teach you how to write. Do you have a pen and paper?" Tong Linyuan hurriedly escaped from the warm embrace, rubbed his numb legs, looked around, and found him an unopened set of the Four Treasures of the Study , presumably it was a gift from a self-proclaimed elegant benefactor to Hongying.

Tong Linyuan quickly cleaned up half of the dining table, poured a few drops of wine on the inkstone, and while studying ink, he said: "It doesn't matter how old you are when you study, even if you don't take the exam for fame in the future, you can find some work as a staff accountant. It's a way out."

Tong Linyuan lowered his head and concentrated on studying ink, but Lan Xuan had already acted out more than 180 excerpts in his mind.

The story is probably that they fell in love at first sight, then they made a life-and-death promise, then he paid for the poor scholar to go to Beijing for the exam, and then the scholar's high school champion did not fulfill his promise to come to redeem him, but married the princess and became his son-in-law. The husband went to the capital alone, suffered all kinds of hardships, and even rolled on the nail board. In the end, the scholar refused to admit his debt, and when he was driven out like a beggar, he scolded the scholar for his heartlessness in front of everyone, and sank the treasure chest in anger. Son, Tong Linyuan dipped the brush in ink and put it in his hand: "Write whatever you want."

Lan Xuan blinked: "I don't know how to write"

"It's okay, come on, hold the pen like this."

Tong Linyuan stood behind Lan Xuan, the two of them clasped their right hands with their chests against their backs, "Let me teach you how to write your name."

Tong Linyuan held Lan Xuan's hand, pondered for a while, and finally wrote the word "Hongying".

Lan Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

He immediately decided not to sink the treasure chest, but to rob the civilian boy by force, and the son-in-law would do the same, tsk, it's a small thing, it should be, this is all part of his devil's sect.

The atmosphere between the two people here was thick, when suddenly there was a bang, the window was suddenly knocked open from the outside, and Ling Wuqi popped his head out of the window: "Cough, sorry to bother you, when will you two get married?" Make up a big gift."

As soon as the words fell, he threw a skinny man with a streaky nose, bruised face, and fainted from the outside, and threw it on the ground with a "boom", as if he was afraid that the fall was not hard enough, "My lord, the criminal has been caught, and he must be brought back to the strict trial." If you have something, there is still something to do with Anle, forgive me for not being able to get away, let this monster find a way to send you out."