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Chapter Thirty-Seven Married as a Concubine

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    Qian Bi frowned, looked at Zi Ning disapprovingly, and shook her head quietly.

    "Miss Zining"

    Yanji raised his hand to let her go down.

    He looked at Zi Ning for a while, and her eyes were persistent, even a little glowing, like a self-ignited fire, so beautiful that he was fascinated, but it also made him embarrassed.

    Is he being abrupt again?

    Before even asking her if she would like to be her wife, she had already arranged it herself.

    Those things happened before, but today, she looks as if nothing happened.

    Now when she said "I don't want to", she meant it sincerely.

    Yanji lowered his head: "Okay"

    The fear and weird excitement brought about by the Demon Cult came together, and Zi Ning trembled all over as the figure of running around in a trance passed by her eyes.

    Life and death are up to you.

    She was already in the rivers and lakes.

    Yan's family servant has already inquired about the news and came back. Acacia Building is still the most famous flower building in Jingzhou, everything looks the same, even Zining's madam was there when she was in Acacia Building.

    It's just that the girls in the flower building are like floating weeds, coming and going, and some of them have disappeared.

    The personnel affairs are complicated and difficult to find out. During the secret investigation, the madam of Hualou never showed any flaws, and the servants couldn't find any special clues for a while.

    I only heard that this year's oiran meeting will be held tomorrow night, following the scene of Zhen Mengji last year, still on the tall building, making her debut for the first time.

    Yanji and Zining will go tomorrow night.

    This night was similar to the days and nights of the past year.

    Zi Ning slept on the footrest, Yan Ji lay on the bed with his sword on his head, facing her on his side.

    Perhaps he had figured something out, or perhaps he had not slept well in the past two nights, and finally returned to Yan Ji's side, back to a familiar place, and Zi Ning quickly fell asleep.

    The sound of breathing is light and shallow.

    The moonlight penetrated the window paper, turning blue in color.

    Yanji opened her eyes, looking at her on the steps.

    She is the same as before, but she seems a little different.

    However, why not sleep next to him, and insist on sleeping here?

    He twitched his Adam's apple, thinking of the softness of her snuggling in his arms.

    Suddenly, he bent down quietly, stretched out his hand to pick up the strand of black hair around her neck, and slowly wrapped it between his fingers, forming a circle like a ring.

    Yanji lowered her eyes and raised her hand, pressing her lips on the bundle of hair entwined between her fingers.

    Miss her.

    For two whole days and two nights, she couldn't be by his side all the time.

    For the first time, I know loneliness.

    On the evening of the second day, we went to Xiangsi Building.

    Standing under the willow tree next to Huajie in the south of the city, looking at the brightly lit colorful buildings, Zi Ning felt an absurd sense of dislocation.

    She turned her head away and looked at Yan Ji's side face.

    Deep and handsome, with a little careless indifference.

    The radiant glazed lamp shone on his face, and if he felt it, he turned to look at her.

    Zi Ning smoothed the tulle covering the face, and held the sword tightly.

    The orchestral sound suddenly started.

    Zi Ning looked up and looked upstairs. The woman in colorful clothes had a bright face, and the colorful treasures on her hair were dazzling, like a fairy in nine heavens under the brilliant lights.

    The flowers were thrown up, and the cheers were deafening.

    Zi Ning watched the branches of flowers draw arcs in the air, and the crowd began to surge, gradually crowded and shoved.

    She took two steps back, turned her head to look at Yan Ji, and met his fixed gaze.

    She suddenly had an illusion, as if he had been looking at her.

    Yanji leaned over and approached, spread his arms around her shoulders, pushed aside the willow branches, separated the crowd, and led her into the building.

    Pass through the gate, turn around the corridor, and come to the courtyard, where there are many fewer people.

    Cailou is the signboard of Xiangsilou to attract business, and the interior is the place to receive customers.

    Yanji took her to the building at the back, which was where the red girls lived and received guests. When the oiran came back, he would perform in the building again, and let the nobles in the box look at it.

    ? Stepping through this door is about to start throwing big bucks.

    Zining watched Yan's servants using gold to clear the way ahead, feeling complicated.

    Never thought of coming back here in this way.

    After entering the wing room, the servants have checked the layout in advance, and they brought incense, refreshments, wine and delicacies by themselves.

    They even changed the incense and bedding.

    Could it be that Yanji really plans to stay here for one night?

    She turned back to the compartmentThe inner terrace.

    The terrace is closed, with a bead curtain on one side, and you can vaguely see the performances of the girls downstairs.

    A red candle hung obliquely in the corner, not very bright, and the elongated shadow swayed with the candle flame.

    Yanji sits on the terrace and pours wine.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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