Chapter 67 A Friend Invites You To Visit A Brothel.
"I'm busy! I have a toothache every day. It's okay to come out for a walk." Wen Chuan said shamelessly and stretched out her arm to hold Zhao Xian, "I said sister! I just went to court, Would you like to have a drink, or sister will take you to a good place so that you can see the world."
"Where?" Zhao Xian raised her eyebrows, always feeling that this woman said something so obscene.
"Zuixianju... I heard that a new beauty arrived yesterday, with that appearance and figure..."
"..." Sure enough, Zhao Xian had a headache. She was going to invite her to visit the brothel!
In other words, she doesn't like to go shopping like those time-traveling girls.
"Are you planning to make my house restless?" Zhao Xianpi gave her a look with a smile on her face.
Wen Chuan was moved when she heard that, "I'm so touched that you said so many words to me at once. In the past, the most you said was to get out and shut up."
"..." Zhao Xian waved his hand, "That kind of place is a mixed bag. It’s smoky, so you don’t go there, it’s because you’re not young, you’d better get married earlier, and you’ll be chased and beaten by your father.”
This is the truth, even if the other party is a bully, in fact, she is most afraid of her father, and she is no less she saw the picture of her being chased and beaten.
"God, get married, don't, let me tell you that it's good for a man to look at it. If you really want to marry back, you will suffer. You will know now that you will soon become a strict husband."
"I am willing." Zhao Xian she glanced.
"I feel like I've been abused." Wen Chuan said while fanning her folding fan, "Man, I don't want to marry. Watching someone who is always crying and crying gives me a headache."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a gust of wind blowing, and Wen Chuan muttered to herself for a moment, "Good internal strength, she thought of quickly reaching out and grabbing the opponent's whip in an instant.
Looking up, there was a well-dressed young man in red looking at her coldly.
"What? Just look down on men like this, and a woman is great? With a woman like you, I feel disgusted when I see it."
"What?" It was the first time Wen Chuan was so openly disliked by someone, and her anger burst out instantly .
"I don't fight with woman." Even though she was very angry, Wen Chuan said after a while.
"Grandpa, women are amazing. I hate your aloof appearance the most. I want to beat you up when I see it." While speaking, the man in red swung his whip fiercely... Wen Chuan couldn't bear the opponent's martial arts skills Wanting to give it a try, the two of them flew over the eaves and disappeared in an instant...
Zhao Xian secretly touched her nose while looking at the two people on the roof who were fighting hard.
"It's up to you." Zhao Xian said in a low voice.
If she remember correctly, this is the young man who rode back to the city that day, and the reason why she took a second look was because she saw Wang An's badge.
So the one just now was the Young Prince of An Jun.
It seems that this time there is another good show.
...
Turning around in a happy mood and heading home...
When she returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Gu Tingshu had already woken up and was directing everyone to arrange the flowers and plants in the yard.
Zhao Xian looked around and found that she was indeed more beautiful than before. Maybe men in this world are very careful!
When Gu Tingshu saw her coming back, his face turned red and he walked up to her in an instant, "Are you back?"
"Well, have you eaten yet? I brought you small wontons. They taste good." Zhao Xian said as the guard took the box away. Handed it to the attendant next to Gu Tingshu.
"Bought breakfast for me?" Gu Tingshu said happily, "Thank you..."
"By the way, I see that there are a lot of good silk cloths in the warehouse, all of which are idle. I'll help you measure the size." Gu Tingshu said in a good mood.
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