"You, you, what are you doing?" Zhou Ziheng was stunned suddenly, looked down at the big fist that could make him stand up three feet tall, and hurriedly blinked: "Xiaojiu Xiaojiu, don't mess around, listen to me to explain it to you."

"Nothing?" Guo Xiaojiu looked around carefully again, confirming that he had definitely read the true nature of the playboy prince: "Your Highness is really romantic and elegant."

"Then I will listen to your explanation. If I can't explain clearly, hehe!" Guo Xiaojiu gestured to his fist and let go of his hand. After all, he is the prince of Luoyang, so he still needs face. Anyway, he will be beaten by the time he is beaten, and he will be beaten early and late.

If Zhou Ziheng knew what Guo Xiaojiu was thinking, he would definitely not have explained the relationship so readily.

He touched Guo Xiaojiu's ear and murmured softly: "If this had been put a few years ago, this place would be a pure brothel, but in recent years, my father had secretly changed it to the spy institution of my Luoyang Palace."

"Serious?" Guo Xiaojiu frowned in confusion and glanced upstairs a few times. When the artists saw that the prince was so intimate with this kid, they saw that the boy was glancing at them again, and immediately looked shy.

What's more, the clothes were quietly pulled off by himself, revealing half of his round breasts, and shyly covering half of his face, and occasionally making a few giggles.

But I don’t know that this is just a matter of wanting to refuse and still waiting. These proud artists in love don’t know how many men’s hearts have been hooked up with this move.

Guo Xiaojiu could not stand such teasing. He immediately blushed and glared at Zhou Ziheng viciously: "You kid really don't have any good intentions, and you still want to lie to me."

"Wait!" Seeing that Guo Xiaojiu was about to take action again, Zhou Ziheng hurriedly turned around and glared at the upstairs.

"What are you doing again? The beginning of spring, the beginning of summer, the beginning of autumn, and the beginning of winter. Haven't you brought all your sisters to see Mr. Guo?" Zhou Ziheng felt that when he shouted like this, it was more like a brothel.

When Zhou Ziheng finished speaking, the four artists who seemed to be a little older and most charming and charming finally took the artists upstairs and walked downstairs slowly.

"Okay, okay." Guo Xiaojiu reached out and patted Zhou Ziheng on the shoulder. He didn't believe the lyrics of the playboy prince from the bottom of his heart: "Tell them not to act, and go back and rest. I have to talk to the little teacher about what happened today."

"Don't interfere!" Zhou Ziheng was so anxious that he began to pull his head.

After posting it, why did this matter become more and more like that? When I was anxious, I started to shout: "Sisters, don't tease me anymore. Mr. Guo is his own family. If he looks like this, he will hand over all the rewards for this month to the matchmaker to confiscate."

Hearing this, the artists finally stopped. His Royal Highness the Prince was at least half of their Fengyue Pavilion. If the joke was too big and angered His Royal Highness the Prince, they would have no good results.

The leading artist walked to Zhou Ziheng slowly and bent his knees slightly and said, "Young Master, I'm just kidding you, why don't I really deduct all the rewards?"

"Lichun, come on, tell Mr. Guo what's going on here?" Zhou Ziheng turned his body and said to Lichun.

"Young Master Guo." The beginning of the year gave a tribute. The woman was most beautiful among the artists in Fengyu Pavilion. Although she could not compare with Ning Buer's cold and beautiful beauty, she was also graceful and charming.

"This Fengyu Pavilion is indeed a spy institution of Luoyang Palace now." Lichun explained.

"Hmm?" Guo Xiaojiu nodded, but snorted in doubt, and glared Zhou Ziheng with malicious intentions from the corner of his eyes: "Create?"

"Young Master Guo is really good at joking. What's wrong with this?" Lichun raised his hand and frowned slightly: "Young Master can see clearly."

I only saw Lichun's lips lightly opened, and he reached out to take out two silver needles from the tongue coating: "Young Master, do you have any doubts now?"

"This sister, I know." Guo Xiaojiu responded politely, with a trace of anger on his face. If it was really like that, the Fengyue Pavilion would be hidden a little deep.

There were twenty-four artists present, all of whom were beautiful and charming. If there were such a group of spies in Luoyang City, let alone in inquiries about big and small news in the city, they would probably have been a few lives, which was not considered a horrifying thing.

When the artists dispersed, Zhou Ziheng took Guo Xiaojiu to a clean room upstairs.

During this period, two divine guards have brought healing medicine to Guo Xiaojiu, and Zhou Ziheng also instructed the matchmaker to entertain Guo Xiaojiu well.

Finally, there was no movement around. Guo Xiaojiu closed the door and said to Zhou Ziheng with a wicked smile: "You guy has some skills. No wonder you are so stubborn and made the little teacher fall in love with you. I will come to ask for advice."

"On average, I heard from the spy that you have succeeded halfway." Zhou Ziheng wanted to continue saying something, but frowned quickly.

His head covered his mouth.

This is really a pot that doesn’t open. Guo Xiaojiu just diverted his attention and stopped thinking about that matter. He was taken back by Zhou Ziheng.

"Didn't you agree not to do it?" As he spoke, a few strange screams came from the room.

Several artists outside heard the sounds in the room and quietly surrounded them. They began to guess secretly, could the prince be so good? This voice, tsk tsk!

The artists seemed to have basically reached an agreement on their opinions. No wonder His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was extremely tolerant of this guy. It turned out that there was this relationship between the two.

After a while, there was no sound in the room.

Seeing this, the artist quickly pretended to be busy, but from the corner of his eyes he looked secretly in the direction of the room from time to time, but he was muttering in his heart that he should be out soon after so long!

After a while, Zhou Ziheng walked out of the house. Half of his face swollen and a dark circle was covered with eyes. When he saw the artist's strange gaze, he sighed softly.

The face of this prince was completely lost today, but he could not beat that guy. If he could beat him, what would these artists think? Anyway, I feel happy, right?

Seeing His Royal Highness like this, the artists were also a little confused. Could it be that His Royal Highness was really beaten by the guy in the room just now?

Who has such courage? There should be no princes around Luoyang, including those in the imperial capital, who should not have such skills. I heard that the prince is already a first-class master at a young age. How could those really playboy princes compete?

If it is time to take action, most of the princes will be beaten to the ground by His Royal Highness.

The guys in the room really couldn't guess clearly, so they didn't dare to guess anymore. If that person wanted to kill someone to silence him, who would have the kind of beating like His Royal Highness?

Guo Xiaojiu occupied a room in Fengyue Pavilion, began to recover from his injuries, and began to prepare for his entry into the forest. That old man was not a small character he could convince in just a few words.

At the same time, Han Changli, who was in the imperial capital, also walked into the Wenyue Place Venue in the imperial capital with the company of two friends he had just met. The fame of this Wenyue Place is more than ten times bigger than that of Fengyue Pavilion in Luoyang, because the boss behind this Fengyue Place is exactly today!

Even in front of the door of the literary and wine party, there was an inscription written by the emperor by the emperor: "We scholars, we should be happy to meet beautiful women with beautiful wine!"
Chapter completed!