You can search for "Girls Please Respect Yourself" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!
? Qingliang Villa is located on Cuifeng Mountain, and the temperature is a little colder than that in Guangling City.
There was a steward at the door to meet them, and led everyone to the residence to rest.
Yang Jin and the others had different identities from them, so they naturally lived in the first-class guest room, as for Wen Qian and the other disciples of Lefang, they could only spend one night in the courtyard of the small wing room.
The person who was escorted was still the elder follower from last time. After walking all the way but did not see the legendary Murong Hongwen, Wen Qian looked around and asked seemingly casually: "Mr., why don't you see your master?"
The elder was leading the way, and when he heard the words, he glanced at her twice, "Don't worry, the girl will see you tonight." After finishing speaking, he suddenly paused, "Girl, are you going to be on stage tonight?"
Even though he felt that his question was a bit strange, Wen Qian still replied as usual: "I have been unwell for the past few days, this time I am just here on behalf of Boss Cao, and I will not play."
The elder followed suit, "It's cold at night, the girl is easy to catch cold if you wear so little, you should add more clothes." At the end, he added, "Our villa has only been in use for a short time, so don't run around at night, maybe, There will be wolves."
Wen Qian unconsciously slowed down her pace, suspicious in her heart: "There is no silver three hundred taels here", could it be that your family is also related to King Ning's rebellion?
There is still some time until the dinner party.
The sky is beautiful, the sky is so clear, the gentle breeze is intertwined with the sunset, and it sings leisurely in the green woods.
Compared with Wen Qian who wanted to see but couldn't see, Yang Jin was invited to have tea by the servants of Murong's family respectfully almost as soon as he sat down.
He is no stranger to Murong Hongwen, because he had met once or twice in the capital before, and he was considered an elder with a little impression, but most of the time he was with his father and brother, and he had never been alone face to face like this.
Mr. Murong was not very talkative, and his relationship with the Yang family was only superficial, so after a few pleasantries, he had nothing to say.
Seeing that he looked tired, Yang Jin simply got up and said goodbye.
Coming out of the living room, there are servants busy preparing for the banquet along the way.
In the small courtyard, the actors and musicians are stepping up to tune the piano and test the sound, and the eyes are full of colorful silks and brocades, and they are overwhelmed.
When Yang Jin arrived outside the door of the wing room, Wen Qian had just changed and was sitting in front of the mirror to put on makeup.
She took the snails and rubbed the corners of her eyebrows, when she heard a knock on the door, she turned her head and saw him, and motioned, "Come in."
There was no one in the room, maybe she was the only one living there, Yang Jin thought for a while and obeyed, pulled up the armchair and sat down, Wen Qian stuffed the mirror into his hand before he could open his mouth.
He was startled for a moment, but then he realized that he had no choice but to support her, "I saw Mr. Murong just now."
Wen Qian took a selfie in the mirror, and said "Oh, what did he tell you?"
"It's nothing ordinary, I just think" He hesitated for a while, "It's a bit strange."
"What's strange?"
"I can't tell probably because of his manner, he looks like he has some kind of disease."
She sighed and said, "It's weird to say that it's not that one family doesn't enter the other house, and even when they get sick, they come in pairs."
For some reason, Yang Jin seemed to hear a bit of sourness in her tone.
"By the way, I've always wanted to ask you. Now that you're here at Qingliang Villa, what are you going to do next? TangDo you want to tell Mr. Murong about the old lady?"
"This one, it's up to her." Wen Qian opened the box to melt the rouge, dipped her little finger and applied it on her lips, and the original pale lip color suddenly became plump. Yang Jin looked at it for a while, then moved away look.
"If she just wants to take a look at it from a distance, it's just a formality today; if she wants to meet upit won't be too late to find a chance to tell Murong Hongwen."
Finding his expression in the words, Wen Qian pulled away the bronze mirror, leaned over and smiled coquettishly: "Hey, what are you hiding? This is my rouge made of honeydewed shandan flowers. It's so sweet. Try it?"
Yang Jin frowned and avoided: "Don't eat!"
She snorted softly, and said angrily: "I don't know the goods." Then she ignored him, put Luo Zidai down, and took photos from left to right, and felt that something was wrong.
"Master Yang, can you pass me the makeup powder, please? It's right by your hand."
He turned his head, the table was full of boxes of different designs, he picked one at random and gave it to her.
Wen Qian opened it to look, and said with a smile, "This is mouth fat."
Yang Jin was a little puzzled: "It's not the same?"
"Of course it's different." She leaned over, laid out several boxes side by side, and showed him, "This box"Just go back", instinctively intending to follow.
But unexpectedly, the old boy Murong Hongwen looked very weak, but he walked very fast. When Wen Qian walked around to the water pavilion, he didn't even see half of him.
Not reconciled, she took advantage of the darkness to leave the table quietly and started searching in the huge villa.
It's not completely clueless, there are only two places to talk about serious things-the bedroom and the study; there is nothing more than one place to talk about unserious things-a grove where the light cannot be found, of course, small flowers are also possible.
According to this direction, Wen Qian easily found Murong Hongwen's residence. The master's bedroom is more conspicuous and the courtyard is also large.
She leaned against the wall and slowly approached the door backwards. As soon as she turned her head, she bumped into a strong chest head-on.
The twilight candlelight reflected Yang Jin's side face, she frowned and then loosened, and said vaguely with her mouth under his palm: "Master Yang? Why are you here?"
The movement of the lips opening and closing was clearly imprinted on the palm, slightly itchy.
Yang Jin froze for a moment, then let go hastily.
Wen Qian was ignorant and just lowered his voice: "What are you doing here?"
He didn't answer directly, but his expression was self-evident.
Wen Qian instantly understood: "Are you also looking for that old boy?" After speaking, she was slightly annoyed, "You secretly acted behind my back?!"
When she said this, she never thought that her actions were nothing more than each other.
Yang Jin ignored her at all, looked at the brightly lit room in the courtyard, and asked, "Mr. Murong is in here?"
"I don't know, I just arrived too. Let's go and have a look."
It was rare for the two to reach an agreement, and the cat slipped into the courtyard with a low waist.
After all, Yang Jin was in the Jinyiwei business, and he was more proficient at eavesdropping than her. He jumped to the window in two or three steps, and bent slightly.
This is a branch window, and he can see the situation in the room clearly without piercing the window paper, but before he can turn his head to look, the ambiguous voices in the room came to his ears without any scruples, and the bed board creaked. Ya creak shaking.
Seems like you don't have to look to know what's going on. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com