Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 70

Lin Xiaofeng's eyes focused on the environmental protection team's salary adjustment announcement that had just been released in front of him. The thin piece of paper was like a cold steel needle, piercing deeply into his heart: "This environmental protection team's salary increase is so fast. Like an arrow that was taken off its string, it suddenly climbed up, and now it has become a boat. If you want to go down the river and cut it back, the difficulty may be even more difficult than climbing to the sky."

The sudden increase of five yuan in silver expenses every month is like a conspicuous but scorching scar in Lin Xiaofeng's life of spending every penny. Although the amount seems small, it is this little accumulation that is gradually leveraging Lin Xiaofeng's life. The government's originally delicately balanced financial structure has become increasingly strained, leading it to the edge of a deficit crisis.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng felt deep regret rolling in his chest. He recalled that drunken night, when he once made a bold statement, jokingly saying that a mere five cents of silver could buy a three-day carnival in a prosperous place in the world of mortals. Unexpectedly, this casual remark The joking words he said now turned into a pair of invisible shackles, tightly clamping his throat, making him almost unable to breathe.

The predicament before him made him realize clearly that if he continued to pay wages according to this high standard, in a short time, the Lin family would probably be reduced to selling off the last piece of clothing in exchange for firewood, rice, oil and salt.

This turmoil of small losses made Lin Xiaofeng deeply experience the importance and potential risks of every income and expenditure decision made by the helmsman.

Just as Lin Xiaofeng was racking his brains, trying to find a strategy that could both maintain the morale of the environmental protection team and fill the financial deficit, the tranquility of the study was broken by a burst of fast and hurried footsteps.

Servant Xie Hongxin hurried in and announced loudly: "Master, your urgent letter has been delivered!"

Hearing the movement, Lin Xiaofeng endured the fatigue, raised his slightly heavy eyelids, took the letter that was delivered quickly, and carefully opened it and read it carefully.

After reading, he just frowned slightly, then without hesitation and resolutely threw the page of letter into the burning charcoal fire, and laughed at himself in a low voice: "I thought it was Yangqu County who sent me information about the fate of the family. Big news, I didn’t expect it to be just a trivial letter with no major purpose.”

Xie Hongxin, who was waiting on the side, was like a vigilant hound, his eyes full of meticulous observations and guesses. In the end, he couldn't suppress the ripples of curiosity in his heart. He chose to speak out at this quiet moment, and his words contained both temptation and response. Some were solemn: "Master, what exactly is contained in that letter that makes you so absorbed in it?"

Faced with Xie Hongxin's inquiry, Lin Xiaofeng did not answer the question directly. Instead, like a thoughtful tactician, he focused his attention again on the chart in front of him that was full of complex numbers and carefully designed plans.

He held the brush tightly and quickly sketched on the paper, like a dancer who was light and nimble. While thinking about how to cut expenses more cleverly and improve work efficiency, he explained in a low voice: "Well, I am talking about Baihua. The most magnificent chief oiran in the building, because he appreciates my talent, Lin Xiaofeng, specially wrote an invitation to discuss some elegant and elegant things with us."

Despite the superficial understatement, Lin Xiaofeng obviously did not intend to make the true content of the letter public and chose to keep it low-key as a personal matter.

When Xie Hongxin heard about this, the smile on the corner of his mouth was like an invisible carving knife, which became particularly unique after being tempered by the vicissitudes of time. The smile contained rich playfulness and subtle sarcasm, like a man who had insight into all things in the world. The old man joked half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Since this passion is so ardent that it cannot be resisted, why don't you go to the appointment and find out the truth for yourself? Even if you have to face a charming and confusing person, What reason do you have to be afraid if you are obsessed with the beauty in pink? Not to mention, this time you can not only experience the infinite charm of the romantic world for free."

After listening to these remarks, Lin Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly flashed with a brilliance as bright as the rising stars. He was silent for a while, and then slowly spoke, with deep thinking and calm judgment flowing in his words: "Admittedly, this kind of Opportunities without any price are indeed extremely rare... However, the invitation of the woman who is inextricably linked to the King of Hanjiang may have some deep-seated purposes that are difficult to express. If it is really for If we treat each other sincerely, why do we need to toss and turn like this and stop talking?"

Lin Xiaofeng snorted coldly. The voice was mixed with sarcasm and pride, as if it was a silent rejection of the troubles of the world: "Those who are good at creating fog will eventually fall into the trap in the maze weaved by themselves and reap the consequences." !”

When Xie Hongxin heard this, he burst into laughter. The laughter was mixed with joking and warning: "Master, from what I have seen, I am afraid that the King of Hanjiang has an unusual interest in you. Therefore, You should be extremely vigilant about this."

Lin Xiaofeng suddenly raised his bright sword-like eyes and shot them straight at Xie Hongxin. The firmness and insight revealed in his eyes seemed to be able to easily penetrate all disguises and cover-ups: "You guy, you actually dare to persuade me to get involved. In this chaotic and complicated whirlpool! To put it lightly, if it were you, would you have the courage to really get involved?"

Faced with Lin Xiaofeng's questioning, Xie Hongxin's smile immediately faded, and a touch of embarrassment briefly flashed across his cheeks, but he quickly returned to normal and proposed a bold and aggressive plan: "Why don't we take active action and go directly to the King of Hanjiang?" Face to face confrontation, why waste your efforts here and blindly speculate."

Lin Xiaofeng shook his head without hesitation. His attitude was so firm that there was no room for negotiation: "Absolutely not. You must not throw yourself into a trap and do such a stupid thing. I, Lin Xiaofeng, will never do it!"

However, Xie Hongxin had a sad look on his face at this moment. He followed Lin Xiaofeng's words and said seriously: "It's just that being passively defensive obviously goes against your resolute and decisive style. When have you ever succumbed to adversity? Have you ever swallowed your anger?"

Lin Xiaofeng was speechless by Xie Hongxin's words. He carefully looked at the young man in front of him from top to bottom, who was oily on the outside but resourceful on the inside. His eyes were full of confusion and vigilance: "Have you, boy, been a long time ago?" Did you hide a secret trick but didn’t use it?”

At this critical moment, a cunning and wise light flashed in Xie Hongxin's eyes. He deliberately got close to Lin Xiaofeng, and in a mysterious and low tone, he threw out his best plan: "Young Master, you'd better take action yourself and use your excellent wisdom and Use your extraordinary charisma to 'conquer' the oiran. As long as you succeed, she will definitely obey your words. In this way, the oiran will become an important chess piece for us to go deep into the palace of the Han River and reveal the secrets!"

After Lin Xiaofeng heard this plan, an undercurrent suddenly surged in his throat. His Adam's apple seemed to be gently pushed by an invisible hand, sliding quietly. With this moment of silence, he swallowed up all his doubts and thoughts. Although he is usually confident and full of clever tricks, and no one can match him when it comes to wisdom and courage. However, at this moment, when facing the vast and profound power of the King of Hanjiang, even he cannot be confident in his heart. He is fully convinced that he can win a head-to-head confrontation of strength.

However, the words spoken by Xie Hongxin may sound like a deviant and deviant strategy at first glance, but in fact they contain a radiance of wisdom that is hard to ignore. After Lin Xiaofeng chewed it over and over and pondered it deeply, he suddenly discovered that it was not without traces - the emotional world of women in the world is like a delicate and complicated tapestry. If you can skillfully pull the thread that affects emotions, you can win them over. If you have trust and love, then obtaining important information may be as easy as putting your hand in a bag and grabbing what you need.

As a young hero who traveled to ancient times with modern ideas, Lin Xiaofeng made a profound analysis of himself deep in his heart: he has a solid economic foundation as a backing, but also has an otherworldly appearance and the power resources he holds in his hands. , how can he accept that he lost to the ancients in the emotional game?

In the intertwining of this affirmation of his own abilities and the anxiety about unknown challenges, Lin Xiaofeng experienced the storm in his inner world and the repeated weighing of the balance of reason. Finally, a firm and decisive force took shape in his chest, as hard as a rock. He suddenly stood up, thrust his palms into his hands, and hit the simple and heavy book table with a heavy palm. The dull and passionate sound echoed in the study room, as if announcing a new decision: "Okay! That's it. We are planning to work together tonight to visit the mysterious Lu Xuanxin and see if we can find the key clues to unravel the mystery from her!"

Seeing Lin Xiaofeng being so resolute, Xie Hongxin's expression revealed an unprecedented admiration and awe. He couldn't help but extend his thumb, and the admiration came from the bottom of his heart: "Young master, you are really insightful and have a commanding position. I also have some help. We hope to help you achieve success at this critical moment."

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of indifferent arrogance, but he silently questioned in his heart: "Do I, Lin Xiaofeng, still need advice from others?"

At this moment, the air in the study was filled with an atmosphere of tension but determination. At this delicate moment, the maid Yin Jiajin walked into the study with a light step, holding a pot of hot water that had just been boiled, ready to serve. Lin Xiaofeng changed into freshly brewed tea. Lin Xiaofeng took this opportunity to instantly show off his natural communicative skills, and raised his eyebrows at Xie Hongxin, with a hint of provocation in his smile: "Let's see clearly, who is the one who teaches and resolves doubts! "

With the words still ringing in his ears, Lin Xiaofeng already lightly held Yin Jiajin's soft and delicate, boneless hands. His eyes instantly became as gentle as spring water, flowing with tenderness: "Let me tell you, what is it like to be like a spring breeze blowing on your face?" Such thoughtfulness and warmth make every day life immersed in a peaceful and comfortable atmosphere.”

As he spoke, he took the hot tea with one hand and guided Yin Jiajin's movements with the other. The calmness and elegance of her movements showed everyone's style and deep human touch.

Yin Jiajin: "???"

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The night falls, like a canvas soaked in thick ink, splashed on the earth, soaking all the scenery in the world into a blurry and poetic mist. Lin Xiaofeng and Xie Hongxin once again stood side by side in front of the majestic gate of Baihua Building. Behind them was Li Dexian, who was as timid as a mouse and immediately retreated when he heard that he was going to work with Xie Hongxin. At this moment, they were the only two left on the stage of this unfinished showdown. The protagonist, against the backdrop of the night, looks particularly lonely and decisive.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, the charming and lively Pomegranate sister flew towards Xie Hongxin like a moth to the fire. Her blazing red lips were like a burning flame. In an instant, A hot and burning kiss was imprinted on his face. However, Xie Hongxin's face was expressionless, and there was iceberg-like coldness hidden in the depths of his eyes. He pushed Sister Shiliu away unceremoniously, and his body language was full of disdain for worldly warmth. When he turned around, he faced Lin Xiaofeng and said in a calm but firm tone: "Master Lin, please go straight upstairs. I'll be waiting downstairs."

Lin Xiaofeng nodded in response, taking each step steadily and forcefully, as if following the beat of time, climbing step by step along the ancient wooden stairs that exuded the fragrance of time, towards the familiar wing that held countless memories. In the wing room, Lu Xuanxin's figure is still elegant and elegant, as if she has been banished to the world. She is half-hidden and half-revealed behind the dreamlike gauze curtain, and her figure is graceful, adding a bit of mystery and temptation. At this situation, Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel an indescribable anxiety in his heart. He murmured to himself: This kind of woman who is like a cloud, always talks and behaves like a fallen leaf on the lake, and the ripples are scattered in all directions. His true intentions are always elusive.

Lu Xuanxin was about to speak, but before she could say a few words, Lin Xiaofeng was already sitting leisurely in front of her, completely acting like a master. He picked up the teapot on his own, filled himself with fragrant tea, and then picked up a few exquisite pastries and tasted them carefully. This series of smooth movements made Lu Xuanxin instantly stunned. The words that were brewing on the tip of his tongue suddenly stopped in his throat. This was the third time that they met in this space. Lin Xiaofeng's move undoubtedly showed that he had no regard for these trivial snacks. There is more attention than she pays to herself, which makes her mind more unpredictable and casts a subtle and complicated atmosphere on this conversation from the beginning.

The moonlight shines through the window lattice and shines on Lu Xuanxin's beautiful face, outlining her bright and deep eyes, shining with intelligence and hesitation. Her slender fingers gently rested on her knees, her posture dignified yet still feminine. Facing Lin Xiaofeng's silence, she not only saw the complex emotions in the other party's heart, but also realized that she had lost the opportunity in this invisible psychological game.

Although Lin Xiaofeng's eyes did not fall directly on Lu Xuanxin, he could feel the subtle changes in the aura around him, especially the moment when the last trace of sweetness of the pastry melted on the tip of his tongue, he seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, which was a sign of the unknown. The tension is also the anticipation of possibilities. He understood that those witty words that were repeatedly discussed on the Internet seemed so pale at this moment, because the woman in front of him was not an ordinary person. There were stories hidden in her eyes, and those stories were perhaps more moving than any well-designed opening remarks. .

Lu Xuanxin noticed that Lin Xiaofeng did not answer, and her delicate brows wrinkled slightly, as if they had condensed thousands of years of sorrow, but in an instant they turned into a jasmine flower blooming in the evening breeze, fresh and tenacious. She secretly wondered whether Lin Xiaofeng's silence was due to his hidden personality, or was it a deliberate psychological tactic? Recalling the last confrontation, she realized that Mr. Lin, who shouldered heavy responsibilities, was not as simple as he seemed on the surface. His independent personality and unique charm hidden behind his majesty made her, a woman who is known for observing words and emotions, inevitably fall into Confused and struggling, how should she contact and understand such an unfathomable figure? This new challenge brought her unprecedented urgency and excitement.

"Master Lin, Master Lin!"

Lu Xuanxin's eyes were like butterflies flying between light and shadow, fluttering with concern as he inquired about Master Lin's dietary situation, "Mr. Lin, you haven't eaten today? If so, Xuanxin is willing to send servants to cook carefully for you immediately. A delicious meal.”

In this subtle intertwining of silence and embarrassment, Lu Xuanxin cleverly used tricks to dissolve the invisible rigid atmosphere with daily trivial matters.

It wasn't until the last wisp of the crispy fragrance of the snacks dissipated from his lips that Lin Xiaofeng seemed to suddenly wake up from a trance. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down and responded hurriedly: "Huh? Oh, don't bother. Miss Lu, why are you looking for me?"

As he spoke, his eyes wandered, seeming to capture the lingering doubt in the air.

At this time, Lu Xuanxin's breath seemed to be gently pinched by invisible hands, and every time he breathed out, he was extremely cautious. The waves in her eyes were like gurgling water flowing into a lotus pond under the moonlight, creating circles of meaningful smiles. She talked to Mr. Lin, her voice was like autumn leaves touching the lake surface, causing ripples: "Mr. Lin, are you making fun of Xuan Xin with your words? That affectionate letter, I think about it. It must have fallen into your eyes and touched your heart. Xuanxin cherishes the jewelry inlaid with sparkling diamonds, and respects you as much as you do for your knowledgeable and talented qualities. Therefore, Xuanxin is here After pondering over and over again, I finally mustered up all the courage to boldly make a request to you - I wonder if Mr. Lin can write a poem that will engrav the soul for Xuan Xin?"

When Lord Lin heard this, his face did not show an immediate reply, but he showed traces of deep thinking between his thoughts. Lu Xuanxin, on the other hand, has long been calm and calm, showing the demeanor of a lady. She is like a lady in an ink painting. She rises leisurely from the embroidered couch. Her figure is graceful, like a weeping willow fluttering in the wind. The light gauze skirt with cicada wings outlines her flexible and graceful curves at this moment. Under her feet are a pair of finely crafted embroidered shoes, and her steps are as light as white lotuses blooming in the pond. Every step she takes seems to quietly spread out an elegant and vibrant picture, approaching the ancient Yao Qin step by step.

Lin Xiaofeng was about to start persuading her, but she was captivated by the scene in front of her of Lu Xuanxin completely immersed in the world of Qin. She was integrated with the ancient Qin stand, forming a vivid picture, and her hands were seen passing by like flying swallows. The strings are caressed as lightly as the lake surface, and in an instant, the sound of the piano is like clear spring water breaking free from the bondage of a distant deep valley, carrying a cheerful rhythm through the quiet indoor space. People often say that the beauty of the piano music is better than the music of fairyland and otherworldly. But for Lin Xiaofeng, this does not mean happy enjoyment. Instead, it is like the ruthless whip wielded by a hard-hearted judge. Every tremor of the piano music is on the tip of his heart. There is a deep mark on the body, and the pain is so profound that it is indescribable.

Witnessing this scene, Lin Xiaofeng's heart felt like he was in a hot pot of oil, suffering extremely. He tried several times to suppress the turbulent irritability, but in the end he was unable to resist the discomfort that swept over him like a violent wave crashing on the shore. He subconsciously rubbed his ear and stretched the muscles on his face. Every small movement was a silent expression of his inner pain. Lu Xuanxin caught all this with her sharp eyes like an eagle. In an instant, she frowned slightly, and the music under her fingertips suddenly accelerated. The beating of each string seemed to be weaving the turbulent waves in her heart, and this was also This made the pain Lin Xiaofeng endured even more severe.

Time seemed to stand still as the green smoke from the incense burner rose up and then dissipated quietly. Until the sound of the piano slowly faded and finally returned to silence, Lin Xiaofeng seemed to be relieved of the weight of tens of thousands of pounds and breathed out a deep breath of depression that had been suppressed for a long time. . Even so, he still stubbornly mobilized all his strength, forced a wry smile from the corner of his mouth, and praised with difficulty but from the bottom of his heart: "This kind of piano skill is indeed extremely high, it can be called a rare sound of nature in the world!"

When Lu Xuanxin heard this, she felt as if the spring breeze was blowing on her face, and the glacier was thawing. A bright smile bloomed on her face, just like the first ray of sunshine in spring penetrating through the thick clouds. The smile was warm and bright, not only dispersing the light in the room The last remaining trace of coldness instantly resolved all the doubts and uneasiness in her heart. At this moment, she understood that the pain in Mr. Lin's heart was not due to disgust, but due to deep addiction and emotional resonance. Then, Lu Xuanxin stood up lightly and walked towards Lin Xiaofeng with an elegant gait. His white jade hands stretched gently, leading him away from the cold and hard wooden bench and into the couch that was cushioned with soft brocade.

Master Lin's figure, illuminated by dim candlelight, was led to a quiet corner by Lu Xuanxin's soft yet solemn voice. She diligently gestured to Mr. Lin to take off his dignity and fatigue and rest on this spacious and soft couch instead of a hard wooden stool. How could he bear to be so cold and hard in contact with Mr. Lin's noble and extraordinary body? Touch it? Only this soft couch covered with brocade and filled with elegant fragrance can meet Mr. Lin's lofty pursuit of elegance in life and edification of the soul. After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng looked calm and walked straight towards the bed waiting for him to sit down. As soon as he sat down, he saw Lu Xuanxin approaching softly. Those eyes that condensed the deepest affection in the world were like two bright stars, firmly locked on Lin Xiaofeng. The concern and delicate emotions contained in them flowed like spring water, silently. Breathlessly nourishing every inch of air around it.

At this moment, a vague fragrance began to surround Lin Xiaofeng. The fragrance was like an orchid blooming alone under the moonlit night. It flickered brightly and dimly, misty and uncertain, but it could always refresh the heart and mind inadvertently. One cannot ignore its existence.

Lu Xuanxin's eyebrows were smiling, and his words revealed a sense of expectation. His eyes were gentle like a meandering stream, and he softly suggested to Lin Xiaofeng: "Master Lin, can you compose an impromptu poem for Xuanxin tonight?"

This question was like throwing out a delicate hydrangea, expecting Lin Xiaofeng to pick it up and respond.

Facing Lu Xuanxin's coquettishness and expectation, Lin Xiaofeng's lips curved into an almost joking smile. Deep in his heart, he felt as if he was possessed by the Dragon King who played with the human world, and a sense of ridicule arose spontaneously. However, he knew very well that he had been traveling in the world for many years and had seen many vicissitudes of life. How could he be easily moved by the delicate beauty of the woman in front of him? On the contrary, he was ready to take the opportunity to reveal his long-buried true feelings when Lu Xuanxin asked for poetry.

At an unforeseen moment, Lin Xiaofeng's sudden true confession was like thunder on the ground, exploding in Lu Xuanxin's peaceful heart. This sudden confession plunged her into a whirlpool of shock. A silent resistance grew deep in her heart, driving her to subconsciously want to escape, trying to stretch the psychological distance between herself and Lin Xiaofeng at this moment. However, Lin Xiaofeng's eyes were as keen as an eagle, and his movements were as fast as lightning. Just when Lu Xuanxin was about to pull away, his warm palms had firmly grasped her delicate and smooth wrists, and with a tug, she unexpectedly He took her into his generous arms again, wrapping his arms around her waist, making him as solid as gold.

He stared at Lu Xuanxin, complex emotions deeply imprinted in his pupils, as if countless stories were settling and surging in them. He is low and powerful, just like a poet chanting in a silent night: "The east wind blooms thousands of trees on a night night."

As soon as these words came out, they were like stars illuminating the dark night. The shock was enough to shock everyone. When Lu Xuanxin heard this beautiful sentence, he was dumbfounded. His delicate lips were slightly opened, and his heart was filled with waves and ripples of emotions.

Before Lu Xuanxin could fully wake up from the aftertaste of this poem, Lin Xiaofeng's words that followed came like a gust of wind and rain without any warning. He said this sentence affectionately: "I want to ask for a way, that is the secret path to the bottom of your heart."

This modern but affectionate expression made Lu Xuanxin fall into a fog for a moment, and his eyes that were originally as clear as springs began to be covered with a layer of confusion and anxiety.

Lin Xiaofeng did not stop confiding because of Lu Xuanxin's increasingly confused expression. Instead, he poured out his heart like a river bursting its banks. His voice was like old wine, strong and mellow. It intoxicated Lu Xuanxin's cheeks and dyed them with a shy blush. His heart was also like a mess, as if he had fallen into a pool of honey, so sweet that it was sticky. , and it makes people unable to break free.

As Lin Xiaofeng launched one emotional attack after another, Lu Xuanxin's eyes gradually showed unconcealable panic. She whispered almost like a pleading: "Mr. Lin, can you stop here?"

However, Lin Xiaofeng seemed to be immersed in the torrent of this emotional game and couldn't extricate himself. He closed his eyes and reminisced about the love tricks he had learned in the online world. A sly and charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He held Lu Xuanxin's hand harder and harder, and made some subtle movements from time to time - for example, lightly He gently pinched the soft part of her waist, as if to tease her sensitive heartstrings.

"Can you be quiet for a moment?"

Lu Xuanxin's face was full of panic, not only from those words that could make people's hearts beat faster and their faces turn red, but also from Lin Xiaofeng's insignificant but meaningful little movements, which were like an invisible sword, piercing into her heart. The openness of her heart made her feel like she was in a bush of thorns, and she was unbearably shy. The air was filled with embarrassment and tension, and it was as if you could hear the subtle sound of every nerve thread trembling.

"Ok?"

Lu Xuanxin looked confused, but in a daze, she keenly captured the meaning hidden deep in Lin Xiaofeng's eyes. Her eyes were instantly filled with fear. It was an almost pleading look, and she begged with a slightly trembling voice: "Mr. Lin, I hope you don't continue."

Lin Xiaofeng was confused by this, but when he saw Lu Xuanxin's cheeks turned red and her hands tightly covering her cheeks, as if trying to block the shyness and anxiety that was about to overflow, his heart moved, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, guessing I wonder if this is a deliberate trick on her part. So, driven by this mixture of suspicion and confidence, he once again showed his domineering side and took Lu Xuanxin into his arms, increasing his strength and wrapping his arms tightly around her slender and boneless waist.

"Are you born in the Year of the Rabbit?"

Lin Xiaofeng asked with great interest, revealing a sense of exploration and playfulness in his words.

At this moment, Lu Xuanxin was on the verge of collapse. She had been in the entertainment industry for many years and had gone through countless hardships, but she had never experienced such spiritual torture. With a strong cry, she whispered: "Yes, I am a rabbit, what does it have to do with it?"

Lin Xiaofeng's words were like a bell, sonorous and powerful, "No! You belong to me!"

The possessiveness contained in those words was as hot as fire, soaring straight into the sky, instantly burning away Lu Xuanxin's last psychological defense. Unable to resist, she could only helplessly bury her head deeply into Lin Xiaofeng's chest, cover her ears tightly with her arms, and refuse to face the cruelty and tenderness of reality.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaofeng stroked Lu Xuanxin's waterfall-like hair with satisfaction, feeling secretly proud that he had won the first battle and easily touched her heartstrings. The power of these Internet love words cannot be underestimated. If I had known that they had such magic power, I should have studied them more. Although these methods may be more effective for those delicate princesses, they are just right for testing a woman like Lu Xuanxin who is both strong and soft.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, everything around him fell silent, and only the sound of heartbeats echoed in the air. It was not until a long time later, when Lin Xiaofeng's voice gradually faded away, that Lu Xuanxin slowly raised his face full of tears and looked at Lin Xiaofeng cautiously. At this time, Lin Xiaofeng's face was filled with a gentle and caring smile, and he asked softly: "Miss Lu, now, can you understand what I feel in my heart?"

Lu Xuanxin nodded slightly and responded with a choked sob: "Ming... I understand."

Her voice, accompanied by wet tears, was like a string of sad notes sliding down the strings, low and moving.

"Why are your eyes red? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Lin Xiaofeng looked at Lu Xuanxin's red and swollen eyes and asked distressedly.

Lu Xuanxin held back tears, his eyes twitched, and he squeezed out a wry smile: "The Nu family is overjoyed. We never expected that Xuanxin, a prostitute, would be favored by Master Lin."

"How can you say that! I firmly disagree with you belittling yourself in such a way."

Lin Xiaofeng spoke firmly, "What's the problem with being a prostitute? They are all forced by life. In my opinion, all living beings are equal, and I treat them all equally."

As he spoke, he stretched out his generous hand and rubbed the top of Lu Xuanxin's head a few times to express his care. Lu Xuanxin smiled awkwardly while holding her messed up hair: "Sir, Xuanxin is a little tired today and has not been able to serve as wholeheartedly. Please take a rest early."

Go quickly! Go quickly!

Lin Xiaofeng's eyelids were slowly lowered like tired lines of poetry. Endless thoughts surged deep in his eyes. The magnificent emotional journey seemed to condense the twists and turns of thousands of mountains and rivers, testing his tenacity. He knows that human emotions are as violent as a storm. Trying to harness this power to achieve great things in one day is undoubtedly self-pressure and will only increase physical and mental exhaustion. Therefore, at this moment, he took a deep breath, the balance in his heart had already made a balance, and decided to put aside today's matters and wait for tomorrow to fight again.

He stood up leisurely from the calm chair, and his every move revealed the tranquility and determination of an autumn leaf returning to its roots. Every tiny movement was like a trace of time, silently telling his indifference and strength. The words that came out of his mouth not only contained deep concern for the health of others, but also contained a kind of firm power, "That's all, you must take care of yourself and rest early. I will leave now. We will see you tomorrow." "

As the words fell, his figure disappeared outside the door, leaving only a straight and decisive figure imprinted in Lu Xuanxin's heart.

Lu Xuanxin seemed to be immobilized by invisible magic. He stood there dazedly, his eyes firmly locked on the retreating figure. His heart was churning, mixed with sweetness, bitterness, and bitterness, and he couldn't control himself for a moment. Just as her thoughts were still wandering around the scene of Lin Xiaofeng's decisive departure, the scene changed to another lively scene.

Under the pavilion, Xie Hongxin was sitting firmly in the center of the colorful world, surrounded by six or seven women who were either drunk or half asleep. Their clothes were flying and their postures were different. Among them, a woman named Sister Pomegranate clung to his chest and gently fed him all kinds of delicious fruits. However, Xie Hongxin showed an indifferent attitude, even though the prostitutes around him were envious and jealous. But he could only shake his head helplessly.

Seeing all this, Lin Xiaofeng burst into laughter and thought to himself: "How can this kid enjoy life better than me? Could it be that I am here to have fun with him today?"

Without thinking much, he shouted loudly: "Xie Hongxin, it's time to go home!"

This shout was like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, instantly penetrating the luxuriant atmosphere and awakening Xie Hongxin who was immersed in the gentle land. I saw him suddenly pulling out of Sister Shiliu's soft embrace, bringing up a puff of dust, running straight towards Lin Xiaofeng with a vigorous pace like a dragon, his free and easy posture was as bold and uninhibited as a hero in the world.

"Master, how are things going? Is everything going well?"

Xie Hongxin asked eagerly, his eyes bright and full of expectation.

The corners of Lin Xiaofeng's lips raised slightly, and a confident smile bloomed on his face. His tone was relaxed and determined, "Oh, what other surprises could there be? Naturally, the momentum is overwhelming, and we can capture it at our fingertips."

Hearing this answer, Xie Hongxin immediately applauded, gave a thumbs up, raised his head and laughed: "You are indeed our young master!"

But Lin Xiaofeng's eyes did not stay on this short-lived joy. He glanced at the messy scene around him, frowned and snorted coldly. There was an irrefutable majesty in his words: "Next time, don't follow me around again." Here it is! Checkout!”

At this time, Sister Shiliu, who had already understood the subtle changes in the atmosphere, hurriedly stepped forward to greet her. With a smile on her face, she lowered her voice and tried her best to flatter you: "Mr. Lin, you must always come to take care of the business. If If you can bring Brother Xin with you, Sister Pomegranate, I promise to provide you with free services."

Facing Sister Shiliu's flattery, Lin Xiaofeng raised her eyebrows slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Free? That's good. I want to see what it feels like to take advantage of it. In this case, I will come again tomorrow. Visit!”

Night falls quietly, and Lin Xiaofeng's figure drags into a wordless nocturne in the dim lights of the mansion. He steps across the threshold, his steps deep and full of the grandeur of his inner world. He once again stepped into the familiar study room. There, a simple bookcase was like a strategic sand table in his heart. Every inch of wood grain was densely covered with traces of his pondering on the complex thoughts of King Hanjiang, like a silent history book, recording Countless guesses and deductions.

The torrent of memories was tumbling in his mind, and scenes of the intersection with the King of the Han River flashed like movie reels. He carefully studied every detail, trying to find a clear direction among the chaotic clues. However, time passed by, and even though I was exhausted mentally and physically, I still could not piece together a complete picture. I could only vaguely discern the looming outline of the King of Hanjiang, as if separated by a layer of mist. Although it was hazy, I could sense its sincere and non-malicious nature. , which made Lin Xiaofeng's tense mood relax a bit.

(End of this chapter)