Morbid pet

Chapter 17
Xie Zhao stepped forward and crossed the threshold, gently supporting Chang Le's waist.

He said in an ambiguous voice with low eyes.

"Changle, shouldn't you be happy for me?"

Chang Le pushed him away, yin and yang said strangely: "Congratulations, Prince Zhao—"

Suddenly, another eunuch's voice sounded outside the door.

The person who came came was a naive person, he first saluted Changle and Xie Zhao respectfully, then offered a small round white jade jar with both hands and said: "This is the fat-creating and scar-removing ointment sent by the palace to the governor."

Chang Le raised her eyebrows and looked at the little eunuch. She felt very familiar, as if she had seen it several times in the Queen's Buckingham Palace. She narrowed her beautiful phoenix eyes and asked, "Sent from the palace? Is it His Majesty?"

The little eunuch didn't dare to report his master's name, so he had to be perfunctory: "Master, take it quickly, these are all good things."

Xie Zhao only glanced at the bottle and knew it.

It was given by Empress Rong. He suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart and took the scar removal ointment. He waved at the eunuch lightly, "Thank you for me."

"As ordered."

The little eunuch bowed his head and stepped back.

Chang Le narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Xie Zhao, his eyes were full of disdain, "Tsk, my old lover gave it to you,
Brother Huang is not so kind to give you this. "Before she finished speaking, she turned around conveniently and strode away.

Xie Zhao was left alone at the door for a long while.

He smiled slightly, shook his head, and went out again.

The building is full of flowers.

Xie Zhao went directly to the third floor from the back door of Huamanlou with familiarity.

The bustard standing at the door saw Xie Zhao from a distance.

Then she took the girls around her and took two steps back. She had an unmoving smile on her face, turned her head to the young girl behind her who was eager to try, and said, "Did you see that nobleman? Don't go to him if you are afraid of death." Sticky on your body, put away your small thoughts, some people, slaves can't afford it."

The girl in red said, "Mom, he's so handsome, and he's still wearing a boa robe, so he should have a high status?"

The old bustard: "Hmph, just stay away from him, mom won't harm you."

Du, duk, knock on the door sounded, one heavy pat and two light pats.

Songyue, who was burning incense and cleaning her hands inside and preparing to play the piano, was startled, she knew who was coming.

He hurriedly put the incense burner away, and walked quickly to the door with the hem of his skirt in his hands and opened the latch.

Today, Songyue is wearing a dark brown tulle, a wooden hairpin, and no jewelry on her body. She has a fair face and no makeup, only a bright red flower tinkle on her forehead silently proves that she is the number one oiran in the capital.

Xie Zhao walked into her bedroom and saw the censer burning green smoke on the flower pavilion. He paused, went straight to the soft bed of the flower pavilion and sat down.

"Playing the piano? Come on."

He opened and closed the jade folding fan in his hand, "I came here to tell you that I'm going to Jiangnan on business, and I don't know how long I'll be back. You take care of yourself, and if you need money, go to the housekeeper to get it."

Songyue smiled silently, a very faint smile, but it was a beautiful scene that even the princes and sons of the city could not afford.

She sat down by the guqin, cleaned her hands again, and then gently plucked the strings with her index finger and thumb together, making a clank sound.

The sound of the zither sounded like mountains and flowing water, and the melodious zither sound penetrated into Xie Zhao's ears like a gust of cool wind, shuttled between the internal organs, and lingered on the skin like drizzle.

Blood feuds, worldly turmoil, fame and fortune entanglements receded like a tide.

Between the sky and the earth, there is a vast expanse, only the faint and mournful timbre flows continuously, covering the shallow grass, soaking the lake water, and moistening the rocks.

Everything is tainted with sadness and sadness in the sound of the piano, and people are no exception.

She plucked the strings lightly, opened her thin lips and sang slowly: "The pine moon is light and there is no shadow, the rock wind resounds the fine spring, I come to find the old hermit, and sleep on the river boat every night."

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and there was a sudden commotion outside.

"Hey, my lord, you can't go in! There are guests inside!"

The scream of the bustard appeared outside the door, as if to remind the people inside.

Chang Le wore an indigo brocade robe and a white jade crown on his head.

He really looks like a male and female Pianpian son, she followed Xie Zhao all the way here, but she didn't expect that he really came to the brothel again!
Changle is now burning with anger.

Seeing this, Jin Yiwei behind kicked the door open, she turned sideways and yelled angrily at the bustard who had been pulling her clothes behind her: "Get out of the way!"

As soon as he entered the door, he met Xie Zhao who was leaning on the oiran couch.

He looked at Chang Le with a half-smile and jumped towards Jin Yiwei behind her, opened and closed the folding fan with a pair of slender fingers, making a crisp sound, he smiled and stood up and said: "Let's go." His tone was relaxed As if the person who was caught raped was not him.

Changle looked at Songyue, who was beside the guqin, with a splendid temperament.

After a long while, she didn't feel that she had lost, "Xie Zhao, stay here, don't go back."

After saying a harsh word, she turned around and ran downstairs in a hurry. Her eye sockets suddenly became a little wet, and her tears were stained red as she held back her tears. She looked very pitiful.

Xie Zhao has long legs, and she ran down three steps and two steps and caught Changle, but she just walked on her own head, not looking at the road at all, it was not because Xie Zhao kept dragging her that she hit the doorpost.

They stepped out of the gate of Huamanlou, and people came and went on the main street.

The eyes of passers-by are unconsciously attracted to the two of them, it is because they are too handsome, and they seem to be two men, the shorter one still has tears at the end of his eyes, and the taller one keeps pulling people away. Wrapped in his arms, he lowered his head and said something, the words of those who are interested are written in the notebook.

Xie Zhao didn't care about the probing gazes cast by passers-by, he just wrapped Chang Le in his arms to prevent them from seeing him, and asked softly, "Are you jealous?"

The five Jin Yiwei came down from Huaman Building, and seeing such a scene, they almost wanted to poke their eyes blind on the spot.

Chang Le lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but his voice was sharp and undiminished: "I'm not jealous!"

She suddenly turned her head to Huamanlou, and saw Songyue suddenly appearing at the door, she folded her arms and looked at her, with no emotion in her eyes, Changle turned her head to Xie Zhao and said bitterly: "You have to find a prostitute to take revenge Am I?"

Xie Zhao was very disgusted with 'prostitutes', his thin lips were quickly drawn into a line, and his expression was cold.

"She's not a whore."

"Joke!" Chang Le pushed him away, tidied his hair and strode towards the carriage.

"Xie Zhao, if you really like these prostitutes, I can make an exception and let you marry a few concubine houses at once, but the premise is that I will move back to Lanyuetai."

Xie Zhao stood there and was laughed angrily, "I have to go back to the platform every day. Does being with me make you so unhappy?"

"drive--"

The coachman in Changle had already waved the reins, beat his horse and left Xie Zhao.

When passing by him, Chang Le deliberately raised the curtain of the car, looking down at him with an indifferent face, like looking at a clown who has nothing to do with him.

It seemed that it wasn't her who was holding back the red tears just now.

Here, Songyue walked to Xie Zhao's side, a small and delicate face was hidden in the shadow of Xie Zhao's broad shoulder blades.

Songyue hesitated and asked: "This is the little sister-in-law, she looks pretty, do you need me to explain to her?"

Xie Zhao raised his hand lightly and refused: "Don't go, now is not the time to talk to her, and I don't want to involve her."

Songyue didn't speak any more, just gave him a meaningful look, and walked back to Huamanlou silently.

(End of this chapter)