I am a madman

After drinking, in the middle of the night, Mingyu bid farewell to Nie Buqiu, who was about to go to the back cliff of Jiuxiao Palace, and returned to the Qin family mansion.

Sneaking in easily, he first went to the Eighth Prince's courtyard.

Escaping from the guard house, the Eighth Prince's dark guards all stayed in the dark when they saw that it was him.

The light in the dormitory came on suddenly, and the old eighth voice came out: "Mingyu?"

"Yeah." With a soft reply, he pushed the door open and entered.

The Eighth Prince was wearing a coat and sitting on a chair outside, looking at him sleepily.

Ming Yu sat down beside him, poured a cup of tea to moisten his mouth, and asked, "How have things been since I left?"

"You still know how to care about things?" The eighth prince was a little annoyed, and continued to say helplessly: "Your beauty Shuangyun left quickly when she saw you gone. Qingsi was taken in by Wanyue, and she will rest together. You have to suspend this toss for you at the conference, and wait until tomorrow to officially start."

Mingyu probably guessed that Wanyue would take care of Qingsi, but he wasn't too surprised. After pondering for a long time, he suddenly stood up: "Where is Shuangyun's room?"

"I said Young Master Xia, aren't you? That woman is still thinking about how to kill you during the day, and you are going to have a private meeting with her at night? You really don't want to die for beauty?" The Eighth Prince rubbed his temples with a headache, Xia Mingyu It's always so difficult to deal with, so that he, who enjoys making troubles all day long, helps him clean up the mess instead.

"What nonsense?! I'm going to explain clearly to Shuangyun, where is the location?" Ming Yu frowned dissatisfied, extremely impatient, he really loves beautiful women more than life, but he is not an impatient flower picker!

The Eighth Prince was speechless, after telling Ming Yu the location, he quietly went out through the window and headed towards the back house.

The figure is like a ghost, and it disappears after a few jumps.

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Qin Shuangyun sat in front of the dressing table with a sad expression.

The white candle is lightly burning, against the pink gauze, the faint red light flickers, filling the room with emotion.

Holding a paintbrush in one hand and holding her long sleeve in the other, she lightly dipped the floral-scented color powder on the table, and then carefully painted the pattern on her forehead.

Her skin is as creamy as fat, her almond eyes are shining, and her lips are moist, she is indeed a natural beauty, a stunning beauty.

Even though he is over [-] years old, he still has the same demeanor, and countless heroes and talents bow down under his skirt.

She could have had a happy and brilliant life, but she fell in love with Xia Mingyu, and she will never recover from this.

Thinking of this, Bei Zi bit her lower lip tightly, and clenched the paintbrush with her right hand.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound outside the window, and she was startled for a moment, thinking it was Night Breeze.

But he didn't want to see that dark red figure that he loved and hated in the bronze mirror the next moment!

Mingyu called softly: "Shuangyun."

"..." In silence, she slowly put down the brush and looked at the figure in the mirror, but she didn't want to look back.

Sighing, seeing that Shuangyun didn't take a break late at night, but was sitting in front of the dressing table painting makeup over and over again, he felt a pain in his heart: Did Shuangyun never sleep well, and he was frowning every night?

He walked forward slowly, walked behind Shuangyun, leaned over to pick up the paintbrush on the table, dipped it in color powder, raised his pretty cheeks, and painted for her in detail...

Shuang Yun's heart trembled, and she gently closed her eyes, her eyelashes were like saucer wings, covering her fair skin, and her moist cherry lips were slightly pursed.

There seemed to be crystal tears in the corners of her eyes...

The two were very close, Mingyu painted carefully, his breath sprayed on Shuangyun's cheeks.

"Remember? When we first met." He asked softly.

Shuang Yun slightly opened her moist almond eyes, the corners of which were charming, and nodded slightly: "I remember."

After drawing for a long time, Mingyu put down the brush in satisfaction, gently lifted her chin with his index finger, and carefully studied the beautiful face.

Shuang Yun was fascinated by his obsessively admiring eyes, whenever she was alone with Ming Yu, she would always make her feel that she was the most precious treasure in the world, the most attractive woman in the world.

"At that time you were dancing under the maple tree. Although there was no music, I felt as if the sound of nature was close to my ears. Shuangyun, you are the most beautiful dancer among the women I have ever seen." Mingyu's misty eyes showed that he fell into In memory.

Shuangyun's tears finally fell, and she also remembered that time, in the late autumn afternoon, when the 16-year-old herself danced happily, watching the maple leaves falling all over the sky, she always felt as if she was going to fly away like a fairy.

But when he turned around, he saw the boy staring at her stupidly.

She stopped, tilted her head and asked him: Who are you?

The young man was embarrassed and didn't know where to put his hands and feet. Seeing her asking him, he could only stammer and say: My name is Xia Mingyu.

She asked again: What are you doing here?

The boy was blushing, his hair the same color as the maple leaf was flying, his obsidian eyes were shining brightly, and he said: I saw you dancing, you are so beautiful, you are so beautiful.

Such heartfelt admiration made her laugh happily.

The story between him and her starts from this moment.

I thought it would be a long time, a lifetime, but in the end it was as short as a shooting star, and it was over in the blink of an eye.

Tears rolled down, no matter how much she gritted her teeth and endured, it was useless.

The boy back then was as handsome and handsome as before, with the same tenderness and pity, looking at her, hugging her, and stroking her cheek.

There is no more explanation, no more resentment, just that the other person is here, and my heart is filled.

The two hugged each other in front of the window, Shuang Yun wet Ming Yu's skirt with tears, but held onto his sleeve tightly.

As night went and morning came, the beauty in his arms fell into a deep sleep, he carefully picked her up, put her on the inner bed, and covered her with a soft silk quilt.

He dipped his pen in ink and wrote his farewell words. He looked at Shuangyun's tear-stained cheeks again, lowered his head and kissed the delicate pattern on her forehead, and then turned around. The dark red robe was flying, and the long hair like fire was entwined. disappeared into her boudoir.

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Ming Yu hesitated for a long while, but still bit the bullet and knocked on Wan Yue's door.

Swish-!

The sound of the door opening suddenly reminded her, and the next moment Wan Yue's expressionless face appeared in front of her eyes.

Ming Yu swallowed, and stammered, "Wan... Wan Yue..."

Wan Yue sneered, raised her eyebrows to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Continue to swallow: "Qingsi... is there?"

"Young master?" Qingsi came out of the house, her hair fixed with the emerald hairpin Ming Yu gave her.

Mingyu smiled softly at her, and said: "I surprised you yesterday, come, I'll take you back to the boat."

When Qingsi heard this, the joyful mood that Mingyu came to find her suddenly became depressed, her face was gloomy, she lowered her head and obediently agreed: "Yeah."

After finishing speaking, he crossed Wanyue and came to Mingyu.

The jet-black silk hair slipped from the shoulders, touching people's hearts.

Mingyu was about to pull Qingsi's hand to take her away, but saw Wanyue dragging Qingsi behind him!

Looking at her inexplicably: "Wan Yue, what's wrong?"

Song Wanyue glanced at him, and said with a snort: "From today on, Qingsi is my righteous sister, and as my younger sister, of course she must be by my side at all times, and she'll be back!"

Qingsi suddenly raised her head and looked at her in surprise, with a joyful expression on her face.

Ming Yu was helpless: "Wan Yue, how can you sing well?"

"I still want to ask you how well you sing! What do you mean by ruining someone's reputation and sending him back?" Song Wanyue stared, her big round eyes seemed to have a terrifying effect.

Xia Mingyu swallowed, and said awkwardly: "This...Qingsi has lived on a boat since she was a child, did she get used to it elsewhere?"

"Is there anything you're not used to? I want to go to Jiuxiao Palace with Qingsi, and we will live together in the future. What, do you have an opinion?" Song Wanyue stretched out her jade hand hidden in her sleeve, squeezed it tightly and then creaked... …

Ming Yu was so frightened that he shook his head again and again: "Don't dare, I don't dare to have an opinion, so it's decided!"

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Song Wanyue looked at Ming Yu with satisfaction, but saw that he was hesitating and seemed to have something to say, so she asked, "What else do you want to say?"

Mingyu coughed in embarrassment, trying to explain clearly: "I have a friend who had a misunderstanding some time ago, and I never asked where he was to find out just now, so I wanted to look for him before he left, so I'm afraid I can't accompany you all the way. Back to Nine Heavens Palace."

Song Wanyue sneered: "Could it be another confidante who popped out from somewhere?"

"How could it be? The other party belongs to a man!" He hurriedly explained, fearing that the young lady would be upset and punish him immediately...

I thought I would be able to pass the test if I told her that she was a man, but unexpectedly, the eldest lady raised her eyebrows and screamed, "You! You! You don't even let men go!!"

Mingyu's face was livid, he looked at her trembling hand pointing at his nose, and looked at the face of the girl who hated iron and steel, and wanted to turn around and leave.

I regret it at the beginning, why did I recognize her as a girl?well……

"You don't explain? Is it true? Oh my god... my god my god!" Seeing that Mingyu only looked at her with a blue face but didn't refute a word, Wan Yue couldn't help but get excited, thinking wildly about her sister-in-law in the future Is it a man, or should she call that man brother-in-law?

It's all a mess...

Obviously, Song Wanyue's brain structure is different from ordinary people, and the content of her thinking is unimaginable.

Ming Yu was powerless, he sighed and said: "Miss, I beg you, don't think about it in the future..."

Wan Yue had already thought about the intercourse, and was guessing whether Ming Yu was up or down, seeing what he said, she couldn't help blushing, covered her lips with her right hand and coughed twice, looked around, but didn't speak.

Smiling gently at Qingsi, Ming Yu said: "Wan Yue has a bad temper, you should be more patient with her, I have already asked the Eighth Prince to send you to Jiuxiao Palace, where the environment is beautiful, and the palace is basically my nephew and grandson , they will treat you well, don't worry."

Qingsi looked at him, blushed, nodded shyly, and was extremely obedient.

Wan Yue was unhappy: "What about me?"

"What are you?" Mingyu looked blank.

"I'm your sister. How could I only comfort beauties, but not me? It's the first time I went to a strange place, and your master is not here yet, so you don't know if I would be afraid or uneasy?" She pouted, extremely dissatisfied.

Seeing her arrogant and cute appearance, Mingyu sighed helplessly: "Are you still worried? I just pray that the disciples of Jiuxiao Palace don't be afraid of you..."

What she said was extremely reasonable, but Sister Wan Yue didn't think so, and immediately blushed.

She pursed her lips and stared at him for a long while, but she couldn't refute a single word. With a snort, she flicked her sleeves and entered the room. The door slammed shut, almost hitting Mingyu's poor nose...

Mingyu rubbed his nose with a wry smile, left a little aggrieved, and went to the Eighth Prince's place.

When he arrived at the door, the Eighth Prince was coming out of the door, saw Ming Yu and greeted him with a smile: "It's so early!"

"What's the matter, I haven't slept all night and I'm upset..." He just had a closed door, which made him feel extremely bad. He couldn't vent his anger on the girl, so he had to find a scapegoat.

Lao Baxie smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, winked and said, "Come on, let's go to the Juxian Conference. This time, let's sit in the tent and just watch the excitement!"

Ming Yu has no interest, he still wants to find Zang Feng, curls his lips and removes the old eight's claws, and says coolly: "No, I have something else to do."

"What's the rush? Today is different from yesterday. As for the meeting that officially started, do you know how many Jianghu heroines and ladies from famous families will appear?" Lao Ba rubbed his chin and laughed, looking more and more obscene.

Looking at him with disgust, Ming Yu despises: "You are a prince after all, there are so many concubines in the mansion, and you still eat from the bowl and look at the pot..."

It's okay not to mention, but the old eighth is depressed when he talks about it, he said helplessly: "I am watched by Yun all day in the mansion, how can I have a chance to see the beauty? Let alone the concubine Ji in the mansion, Yun has been depressed for a long time because of this, Later, they were still ill, so I released them out of the mansion a long time ago, and none of them stayed..."

Thinking of the scene of the big fight in the oiran's boudoir, Mingyu sighed: "I never expected that the romantic prince in the past has now become a person who fears guilt. Alas, the world is cold and people's hearts are not old..."

"Fuck your heart! Will you come!?" Lao Ba laughed and scolded.

Many young heroes will come to this gathering of talents, so groups of unmarried girls and heroines will come here to watch the meeting, the purpose is obvious.

Lao Ba has been holding back in the mansion for a long time, and he really wants to see the beauties watching the fun, but if he goes alone, if Yun finds out from Wan Yue's big mouth, he may be unhappy, but if Ming Yu is with him, he can Said that Mingyu wanted to go, but he had to accompany him, what a good excuse, anyway, Xia Mingyu's reputation was quite good, and Yun also knew all about his rotten peach blossoms.

He played Xiao Jiujiu very well in his heart, and Mingyu saw his longing and wronged expression, and couldn't help sighing: "It's only half a day, I have to leave in the afternoon."

Nodding like pounding garlic, Lao Ba quickly agreed.

In the end, the beaming Eighth Prince and the helpless Xia Mingyu came to the venue side by side, and everyone's eyes focused on them.

But in the next moment, the two of them got into the tent that had already been prepared. The slightly covered tent made it difficult for outsiders to see the scene inside.

Not long after, most of the people gave up on observing and started chatting with each other.

Mingyu sat on his seat, sighed, and said, "I always have a premonition, are you sure nothing will happen again?"

The Eighth Prince picked up the teapot and poured tea for Ming Yu and himself. The faint scent of chrysanthemum overflowed, refreshing and nourishing the body.

Hold up the teacup, pick up the lid and take a sip of the tea leaves.

But the Eighth Prince directly lifted the lid, picked up the teacup and poured it down.

Contemptuous of him again, Ming Yu said again: "You are a prince after all, drink tea like a prince, okay?"

Old Ba despised him even more: "You are a quack at any rate, drinking tea like a quack, okay?"

Choked by him, Ming Yu glared fiercely: "I've been drinking like this since I was a child, do you have an opinion?"

"To put it bluntly, it's just that I'm afraid of my old lady, and I was trained|disciplined since I was a child." Leaving aside the beginning, the old man propped his chin, very indifferent.

With a bang, Mingyu threw the cup on the table, stepped on the chair hard, looked down at the old man, and sneered: "I didn't get enough beatings in the boudoir, so I don't deserve a beating?"

"If you can't say it, you will hit me. You really have no self-restraint." Mingyu gritted his teeth and put his feet down, and sat down again.

The two bickered, and although Xia Mingyu had the upper hand most of the time, sometimes the Eighth Prince jumped over the wall in a hurry, and it was extremely sharp.

Although Ming Yu's face was flushed with anger, he couldn't walk or hit him, so he could only get angry.

At this time, the waste of the head of the Qin family