Prince Zhuang Fujin

Chapter 289 I don’t know what is good or bad (7)
"Have you turned into misty mist? Let go of the plain white letter paper, trembling your fingertips, remembering the old years, boating on the spring river, dressed in red. After the temple fair, I took one last look and dared not look back , Rubbing shoulders in the sea of ​​people. If you can really see the words like faces, fortunately, you have never seen clearly, my haggard face, and I sighed in front of the grave after reading the Buddhist scriptures." A charming and graceful voice came slowly from a distance.

When not in use, a small painting boat sailed over.

Sitting on the bow deck is a delicate and exquisite woman, wearing a layered and flowing white gauze skirt, playing a guqin with her bare hands, her face is extremely beautiful.

With fair skin, a small oval face, apricot eyes and willow eyebrows, a straight nose and tender lips, and a voluptuous figure, she is definitely a stunner.

When Hongsheng heard the singing, he glanced over and was immediately shocked.

Wang Hanxue watched in the dark and sneered, "Guo Luoluo, you owe me, so I'll take the royal family first."

"Qiyue, lure him onto the boat, I want his soul, ahem..." Wang Hanxue's face was pale, she also suffered backlash when Shikigami was injured last night, and was seriously injured.

For now, she can only recover by devouring the soul with royal aura. She needs to become stronger, and she wants to seek revenge from that woman Guo Luoluo.

After Qiyue escaped last night, she happened to meet Wang Hanxue. In order not to die and disappear in the world, Qiyue signed a contract with Wang Hanxue to help her.

Wang Hanxue helped her find a perfect corpse for her to possess, but she also knew that this was not a long-term solution.

From today onwards, she needs to drink human blood to keep her body from being destroyed too early. At the same time, she also needs to peel off the human skin of others to maintain her beauty, otherwise she will still emit a stinky corpse.

When Wang Hanxue spoke, Qiyue had no choice but to respond, nodded, and continued to pretend.

"Which tavern does the beauty belong to?" Hong Sheng held the wine glass and leaned against the railing, with a lazy and coquettish expression on his face.

Qiyue smiled slightly, the corners of her mouth curled up, her whole body was naturally charming, and her voice was even more melodious and clear: "If you are interested in the servant's family, you can just board the boat and talk about it. Why do you ask so many questions!"

"Hahaha... What a little goblin, I was really inspired by you and succeeded." After speaking, she raised her breath and flew over the small painting boat. The guards rushed over, but Qiyue said again: "Young master, the servant's painting boat It's relatively small, and it's not safe if there are too many people. If you don't believe in the slave family, please go back! The slave family doesn't like others staying beside the slave family and staring at the slave family fiercely."

"You all stay on the boat, and I will come back naturally." Hongsheng gave an order, and the guards dared not disobey no matter how anxious they were. This master's temper is not very good.

Qiyue plucked the strings, and the boat changed direction in an instant, and went back to where it came from.

And another song also slowly overflowed from Qiyue's mouth along with the sound of the piano, Hongsheng found a place to sit down, and a maid came forward and knelt beside him, pouring wine for him and serving him.

Wang Hanxue lit a piece of incense, looked at the leisurely Hongsheng sarcastically, and threw the incense into the white porcelain lotus incense burner.

The smoke rose slowly, and a scent that seemed to be absent was sent out. Hongsheng took a deep breath, slid down the tip of his nose with his index finger, and closed his eyes: "What kind of incense does the girl use? Sheng, I haven't asked for your boudoir's name yet!"

"Qiyue." Qiyue's eyes flickered slightly, and there was a blue-red light.

Hongsheng didn't seem to notice it, and murmured: "Qiyue, good name, but if I remember correctly, the name of the first person who fell into the river in Chunfeng Building yesterday seems to be called this."

"Then why don't you suspect that I am Qiyue herself?" Qiyue raised her head and looked at him amusedly, Hongsheng laughed: "Interesting, if you were her, wouldn't you be a ghost?"

(End of this chapter)