Quickly wear it: The male gods are sitting in rows

Chapter 365 The prince is a little crazy 1

Chunmanlou is the largest brothel in the capital.

There was singing and dancing in the building.

Located on the high platform in the center, the woman wears a veil, with a clear smile in her phoenix eyes. When she lowers her head, her green hair cuts across her white neck.

Nodding and raising eyebrows, a fairy is flying in the sky.

A frown and a smile, all the romance.

The sound of Sizhu stopped, and the woman on the stage raised her eyes slightly, and everyone in the audience couldn't help but hold their breath as her eyes moved.

It wasn't until the woman's figure completely disappeared from the stage that the audience suddenly became lively.

"Isn't Madam Yunhe appearing once a month? This seems to be the second time this month?"

"Yes, we are quite lucky."

"It's a pity that I can't win Madam Yunhe's favor."

"It's a great honor to be able to see Mrs. Yunhe dancing."

In the private room on the second floor, the young man closed the folding fan in his hand and tapped the table, "Ms. Yunhe, she is indeed worthy of her reputation."

"What do you mean, His Royal Highness?"

"Such a beauty, of course, she has to go to the Prince's Mansion, call the person in charge, and tell her that I want to see Mrs. Yunhe." The corners of the young man's lips curved in a vague way, and he smiled. fundus.

"Yes."

In less than half a stick of incense, a woman walked into the private room.

"I have met His Highness the Crown Prince." The old bustard said, "The slave family is in charge of Chunmanlou. The girls all call the slave Mother Zhang."

The young man held a white porcelain tea cup in his slender fingertips, his knuckles showing a cool white color.

"Mother Zhang, I heard that Madam Yunhe of your Manchun Tower never accepts guests." The young man raised his lips and said lazily.

"Yes, Your Highness, Madam Yunhe is our number one in Chunmanlou. Her temper is a bit strange. Unless she personally points it out, she won't see anyone." The Madam waved her hand, and several girls filed in. "These are also ours. The girl from Chunmanlou is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Does His Highness the Crown Prince like her?"

"Forget it, since Madam Yunhe doesn't want to see me today, I can come back another day." The young man put down the tea cup in his hand, unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and his beautiful red phoenix eyes seemed to inadvertently glance at the few people around the old bustard. Girl, he hooked his lower lip, "The girl from Chunmanlou is indeed pretty, but I still prefer Madam Yunhe. In the future, there is no need to bring these people to me."

The old bustard lowered his head and said, "I understand."

His Highness the Crown Prince's temperament has always been unstable. Now, with these words, His Highness the Crown Prince may be a little dissatisfied.

There was a faint scent of incense burning in the room, with light gauze curtains and bead curtains covering the front of the couch. There was a vague figure leaning against the couch, with a head of black hair scattered on the couch.

There was a gentle knock on the door and then it was pushed open.

The madam walked to the bead curtain, knelt down and saluted, "Master, I have left."

"Well, what did he say?" A soft voice came from behind the gauze curtain, with a hint of hoarseness.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that if the master does not want to see him today, he will come back another day." The old bustard lowered his head and did not dare to raise it.

"Well," the person in the tent seemed to ponder for a moment, "next time he comes, he will still be missing."

"Yes." The madam continued to ask with difficulty, "When does the master want to meet?"

The gauze curtain was lifted, revealing a wrist as white as snow. The woman's phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the tear mole at the end of her eye was as bright as fire.

It's just that she has a cold temperament, and there is a faint coldness in her eyes, giving people a sense of distance.

She walked to the dressing table, her skirts flying as she walked, and she seemed to be walking with fairy spirit.

The woman's slender fingertips lightly touched her face, and a thin layer of human skin was peeled off.

In the bronze mirror, there is a face of a young man.

"When the time comes, I'll see you naturally. Go down." The man said calmly.

The madam said yes and left the room respectfully.

At this time, the system weakly spoke, [Host, how are you going to attack the former host? 】

The man in front of the mirror raised his eyebrows slightly. After he was transported to this place and received the plot, the originally noisy system suddenly became silent, as if it had disappeared.

It was only now that I said my first words.

"She is the crown prince of Dasheng, and I am the number one in the brothel. What do you think I should do?" Yin Hexuan asked the question without answering, and threw the question back to the system.

[Host, although she is the Prince of Dasheng, she is born as a girl. Although you are the top brothel, you are also born as a boy, so there is no problem with your gender. 】

The system thought that Yin Hexuan did not know the identity of Mu Qingqing who was disguised as a man.

Yin Hexuan didn't know about it originally, but when he glanced at the private room on the second floor today, he knew that Mu Qingqing was a daughter.

In fact, even if Mu Qingqing is really a man, he still has to conquer it. Although the shell is a man, there is still the soul of a little girl inside.

The Prince of Dasheng, Mu Qing, was born from Empress Dasheng. He was named the prince at birth. There was also a princess born on the same day as the prince. This princess had been in poor health since she was a child. He died of high fever before he was five years old.

The queen has always regarded the imperial concubine as a thorn in her side, and the death of the princess was also the queen's handiwork. After the princess passed away, the queen reached out to the imperial concubine again, and announced to the public that the imperial concubine died of illness due to longing for her daughter.

Overnight, both the concubine and the princess passed away.

But the emperor said nothing.

The queen's mother's family held military power, and the imperial concubine was indeed his childhood love. But sitting in the position of emperor, feelings were naturally not as important as the country, the country, and the country.

What the queen didn't expect was that the imperial concubine had long been aware of her thoughts. During a palace banquet, she exchanged the identities of the two children.

The queen actually killed her own son.

Prince's Mansion.

Mu Qingqing sat in the courtyard, tapping her fingertips on the stone table.

As long as she can remember, her mother-in-law has been teaching her how to disguise herself as a man, and has been saying in her ear, "Qing Qing, you will be the queen's son in the future, Mu Qing, the prince of Dasheng, you must forget that you are now Even my name must be forgotten."

The nun beside the imperial concubine is her dowry, and what she is best at is making human skin masks.

Mu Qingqing's human skin masks were all made for her by this nun.

Later, she also learned to make human skin masks, and the masks she made were even more detailed than the ones made by this nun.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking about?"

Mu Qingqing stood up and helped Nanny Li up, "Nanny, I told you that you don't need to salute me in private."

"Your Highness, even if there is no one, we must not relax." Nanny Li still insisted.

"Before your death, your Majesty asked me to take good care of you. Naturally, I will protect you for your Majesty."

"Don't worry, Nanny Li," Mu Qingqing squinted, murderous intent suddenly appearing in his eyes, "I will naturally make the person who killed my mother and concubine pay the due price."

"Your Highness." Aunt Li's eyebrows were filled with sadness.