Xu Ruolin did not relent.
“If you make a poem now, I will give you this stunning beauty by my side, how about it?”
Shan Xing: “Forgive me for not complying.”
“You!” Xu Ruolin’s voice was full of drunken anger.
“Clatter!” The wine pot on the table was smashed to pieces.
“You’re a Qingke! You dare to contradict the marquis?!”
Why did the fight turn so fierce?
Meng Huan was confused and did not understand how the young master’s temper changed so quickly.
But who was not dead when they faced Lin Bozhou? Meng Huan did not want Lu Nanxing and this young master to get into trouble, so he called out to Shan Xing.
“Why don’t you go downstairs and wait for me? Just wait downstairs and don’t come up.
It’s fine to stand at the stairway entrance.
I won’t be able to run away.”
Shan Xing held back, seeming to identify the emotions on Xu Ruolin and Lu Nanxing’s faces, and nodded.
“To avoid spoiling Madam’s mood, this subordinate will go downstairs and wait.”
“Hurry up and go!” Xu Ruolin was still yelling.
The figure disappeared at the stairs entrance.
“Hoo…… finally gone.”
Xu Ruolin suddenly changed his face, no longer the drunken anger just now, looking sober.
“How has Young Master Meng been doing lately?”
“……” After creating trouble for half a day, it turned out he was trying to drive Shan Xing away.
Meng Huan was a bit speechless.
“Have you been bullied by the prince in the residence?” Lu Nanxing frowned tightly, looking a bit weird.
“A-Huan, do you really plan to seduce him with sex and commit the assassination?”
Xu Ruolin also looked interested.
“I heard that Lin Bozhou has never been close to beauty, not taking any wives at twenty-six years old.
Such a rare sight! How did he treat you? Did he sleep with you? Did you bewitch him?”
Meng Huan laughed directly.
“What should I say? It’s already tough for me to keep my life.
He doesn’t like someone like me—”
Speaking of this, Meng Huan vaguely remembered his persona and coughed.
“Moreover, how could I rashly give myself to that treacherous man? Thinking of it is already disgusting.”
Meng Huan appropriately spat.
Lu Nanxing sighed.
“Yes, disgusting to the extreme.”
“But you seem intact after staying in the residence without any mishaps.
He also allowed you to leave the house— I’m familiar with that Qingke.
Shan Pingzhi is Lin Bozhou’s most favored Qingke.
Letting him personally escort you, could it be…” Xu Ruolin looked pensive.
Meng Huan’s scalp tingled from his words.
The smile in Xu Ruolin’s eyes vanished, and he shook his head.
Speaking halfway, Meng Huan was baffled.
Time slowly flowed away, and he didn’t know where the topic had gone.
Meng Huan picked a slice of meat with his chopsticks, constantly feeling flustered.
He remembered something and asked, “Where is my father?”
“He is already on the way to Fengxiang.” Lu Nanxing looked surprised.
“What? Do you want to go to him?”
Meng Huan did have this intention.
“It might be possible…… but we currently have to drive this Shan Xing away.
Otherwise, you can not escape.”
Three people sat and fell into deep thought.
A few moments later, Xu Ruolin said, “Actually, I have a solution.”
“Go ahead.” Lu Nanxing was anxious.
“I’m afraid you guys will laugh at me if I say it out loud.
Promise not to laugh first.” After confirming that both Meng Huan and Lu Nanxing nodded, he looked at the prostitute beside him.
“Yan-er has brought a few packs of aphrodisiac—”
Lu Nanxing coughed violently as if he was choking.
He was quite pure and could not hear this.
Xu Ruolin waved his hand.
“I’ve told you not to laugh.
In a moment, I will call that Qingke to drink, saying it’s to make amends.
Drug the wine and let him drink it, then arrange for him and Yan-er to find a place for pleasure.
Young Master Meng will take the opportunity to escape; how is it?”
Meng Huan’s small face wrinkled in disapproval.
Is there any other way?”
The situation was urgent, and Xu Ruolin’s patience was limited.
“There is no other way; moreover, Miss Yan-er is doing this line of work.”
Meng Huan thought about it but still shook his head.
“No, no, it’s not good……”
As he spoke, Lu Nanxing got up and pressed his shoulder.
Xu Ruolin tore open the paper bag and hurriedly poured it into the liquor.
“Don’t be soft-hearted.
Those who achieve great things don’t bother about trifles.
Young Master Meng, don’t be so kind.”
He took chopsticks and stirred the drug in the cup.
“You two don’t talk.
I’ll arrange it.”
Meng Huan was so anxious that the tips of his ears turned red.
“Are you guys for real?”
He couldn’t break free.
Xu Ruolin had already walked to the stairway and returned to his playful tone.
“That Qingke brother from earlier! Come up here! Come up; this young master will treat you to a drink.
Don’t take it personally.”
No one answered.
“Brother Shan?” Thinking he didn’t hear, Xu Ruolin shouted again.
But strangely enough, there was still no response.
“Hey, what’s going on? Where is he?”
Meng Huan, also a bit puzzled, glanced toward the stairway—
The afternoon light illuminated the gloomy hallway, revealing the dark red mangpao.
The swirling and flying dragon patterns passionately intertwined, the gold-encrusted jade crown slowly moved along the stairs, and the tall figure stepped on the wooden stairs with a crisp footstep.
“Step, step, step…”
Step by step, slow and steady.
At some point, the entire restaurant and street became incomparably silent.
It was densely packed with people kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed, not daring to look directly at the face of the honorable royal family.
Xu Ruolin’s voice abruptly stopped, and the atmosphere fell into a scalp-tingling fear.
The chopsticks in Meng Huan’s hand fell to the ground with a “clack.”
Seeing the person before him, Meng Huan’s blood suddenly went cold, his back stiffened, and his round eyes widened.
Lin Bozhou had arrived at some point.
He came up the stairs unhurriedly, carrying his sleeves, and stopped two steps from Meng Huan.
His eyes swept the whole table, but he obviously didn’t regard anyone.
He turned his head sideways, and the corners of his lips raised slightly in a pleasant and faintly cruel smile.
He opened his mouth, his dark eyes fixed on Meng Huan.
The voice was low and full of interest.
“Where does Madam want to go this time?”
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