I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

It took half a stick of incense before the pumpkin stopped.

At this moment, Gongshuqiang was lying there like a dead dog.

"Okay, you guys don't pretend, just carry him away."

Gong Shuqiang's potential has been exhausted today, and now he has no anger points, so Wang Xuan is too lazy to deal with him.

And the servants who were lying on the ground patted the dust off their bodies one by one, stood up, lifted Gong Shuqiang up and walked outside.

"Da da!"

It's just that before he took a few steps, a roll of things suddenly fell out.

A servant saw something fall and was about to reach out to pick it up.

"Wait a minute, bring that thing here."

Wang Xuan said coldly.

The other party didn't dare to disobey, picked up the roll and handed it to Wang Xuan.

It looked like it was made of silk, and when Wang Xuan unfolded it, he saw a few large characters written on the very side: "Overbearing Mechanism".

"This kid's surname is Gongshu, could it be that he is a descendant of Lu Ban?"

Wang Xuan immediately stuffed the roll of silk into his sleeve.

"get out."

"That volume..."

That servant looked at Wang Xuan eagerly.

"You don't understand the rules a bit!"

Wang Xuan smiled slightly.

The other party trembled in fright.

The last Gongshuqiang who didn't understand the rules is now unconscious.

The other party didn't dare to say more immediately.

A group of people carried Gong Shuqiang and left in despair.

Chapter 21 I bought it

"Miss Ziyan, the days are too short, why don't we go into the house and have a good discussion about life."

Wang Xuan looked at Zhou Ziyan with a smile.

Those eyes are pure and flawless, like a child who needs to be nursed.

Zhou Ziyan frowned suddenly.

"Master Wang Xuan, it's not dark yet, it's been a long time."

Although she said she didn't dare to offend Wang Xuan, but this hateful guy wrote poems to humiliate her, how could she just do what he wanted.

Whores have dignity too, don't they?

"It's okay, I'll add an extra hundred dollars."

Wang Xuanchong winked at the pumpkin next to him.

The pumpkin threw out a money bag directly.

"Okay sir."

Zhou Ziyan smiled like a flower.

What is dignity? Can it be eaten as a meal?

Wang Xuan strode up the stairs, went over and put his arms around Zhou Ziyan's slender waist, and walked into the room.

"Anger +99."

"I rely on!"

Wang Xuan turned his head and looked around, only to see the old bustard, Gui Gong and others looking at him in fear.

Looking at Zhou Ziyan again, his smile is brighter than the sun.

"Who is scolding themselves? They must be jealous of their handsome appearance."

Wang Xuan thought in his heart.

"It's damn handsome! It's annoying."

Walking into the room, a faint fragrance hits the face.

The floor is covered with gorgeous carpets, which are soft to the feet.

A screen painted with lotus flowers separates the sleeping area inside, dividing the house in two.

There is a Guqin under the screen, as well as calligraphy and painting tools such as pens, inks and silk cloth.

Specially prepared for those arty readers.

In this kind of romantic place, those people are always prone to poetry.

From Wang Xuan's point of view, this must be a brain cramp.

It's like Sun Wukong fixed the seven fairies but went to pick flat peaches.

Come to this kind of place to recite poems and make right, it is simply sick.

"Master Wang, why don't I dance for you?"

Maybe it was the previous one hundred coins that played a role, Zhou Ziyan was about to refuse and welcome, winking like silk.

Especially the whiteness under the tulle is looming, which is even more attractive.

"Ok."

Wang Xuan poured himself a glass of wine.

I am different from that Gong Shuqiang, I am a person with a sense of humor, so I can't be too impatient.

Zhou Ziyan started dancing in front of Wang Xuan.

In Wang Xuan's eyes, her clothes were taking off one by one, and he couldn't help but a hungry tiger pounced on her, throwing her to the ground...

However, the fact is that Wang Xuan has already lay unconscious on the table.

Zhou Ziyan clapped his hands, and a maid came out from behind the screen of the room.

Just listen to her order: "Put him on the bed and take off his clothes."

"Yes."

The maid nodded and walked towards Wang Xuan.

"Miss, I found this from him."

The maid handed Zhou Ziyan the roll that Wang Xuan hid in his sleeve.

"Overbearing tricks? Could it be someone from the Gongshu family?"

Zhou Ziyan opened the silk and took a few glances, then shook his head.

"Practicing mechanism skills requires a lot of talent, and this is something that the Gongshu family wants to dedicate to the emperor. It's a hot potato, so it's better not to provoke it."

"Put it back for him."

"Yes."

The maid nodded.

And Zhou Ziyan sat down in front of the table, picked up a pen and wrote on the silk cloth: "Wang Xuan, the son of Wang Ben, is sensual and sensual. He is really a waste and can't be used..."

After finishing writing, he put away the silk cloth, put it in a bamboo tube, and handed it to the maid next to him.

"Pass it to the master."

"Yes."

The maid left.

In the early morning of the second day, Wang Xuan felt sore all over his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhou Ziyan looking at him with a smile on his face.

"The young master is awake, and the slave's family has prepared breakfast for the young master."

"Then thank Miss Ziyan."

After Wang Xuan ate breakfast, he left directly.

"Hmph! The man really didn't have a good thing, so he wiped it up and left after eating."

Zhou Ziyan snorted coldly.

As soon as he walked down the stairs, Pumpkin greeted him with a charming smile.

"Master, should we go back? If you didn't go back all night, the master will be angry again. The master hates you to come to this kind of place the most."

The voice just fell.

"Anger +200."

It seems that the old man has already heard the news that he did not return all night.

Wang Xuan touched his chin.

"Pumpkin, do you think my father will be mad at me if I buy the Furong Garden?"

The voice just fell.

Pumpkin looked like hell.

"Master, don't do this!"

Pumpkin was so frightened that his legs went limp.

Young master, this is going against the sky!

I don't know if the master will be pissed off, but he will definitely be beaten to death.