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Xiao Hong continued, "Actually, male masters also have their own difficulties. However, he should never have thrown his difficulties over to his master. Isn't this forcing his master to do so?"

Xiaoyu hurriedly nodded her head. That's right, what could she do? She would never compromise. It was absolutely impossible for her to marry him and have three wives, and she had made it clear time and again when they were together that he would not firmly reject her. Instead, he would just throw this fish head to her and break it down.

Xiaoyu thought that he had obviously been tempted, and that was why he did it. It was good that she had agreed, but if she had not, they would only say that the Ninth Princess was a super jealous woman. Xiaoyu thought darkly that maybe he was preparing himself for his wife.

Since he wanted to marry her so much, well, she would grant him that wish.

Little Fishy offended the ostrich's mind. I don't care, I'm leaving. You can do whatever you want. The fuck is not the sun, and I'm not a sunflower.

"If I were the master, I wouldn't leave. Let's see what those foxes can do." The Little Red Cycle gradually progressed.

Xiaoyu shook her head. She was not Xiao Hong, so if she could not do such a thing, she would have already given her all to him. Therefore, facing the Billowing Waves Butterfly, he should take care of it himself.

She shook her head again. Why did she help him make his decision, his own heart should be in it, could she always help him make his decision, and when one day he got tired of her, he would say, I'm tired of you, I've tolerated you for a long time, that man is not a concubine, that forked scholar is so gentle and generous, I don't know how many times better than you are, and she's innocent.

Although he denied in his heart that Xiao Jiu was not that kind of person, in this world, the most changeable thing was the human heart. Even Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Yingtai, if they lived and lived together, it would be hard to not let their relationship deteriorate in the long river of time.

Love, with its shelf life, she was even a little envious of her master. How was this studying poison? It was clearly studying preservatives — love preservatives.

Little Fishy braced up her spirit. Forget it, rather than thinking about such philosophical questions, it would be better to think about how to amaze the world with a single brilliant move. After all, philosophy could neither be eaten nor earned fame for her.

"As long as you're here, I'll leave Nezha to you." She was finally able to wholeheartedly prepare for battle.

Although the Brothel Keeper wanted to delay the news of Xiaoyu, the Ninth Princess, coming to her Wind and Rain Tower as Courtesan Belle, she knew that things would change if she was late. Xiaoyu might just be an ordinary person, but she did have a huge Royal Group behind her.

Little Fishy originally wanted to hold on for two days. Unable to bear the threat of the Brothel Keeper and the temptation, she hurried onto the stage.

Although the time was short, the bawd did her best to "decorate" the stage according to Xiaoyu's request.

The red gauze curtains were layered, the ancient fans were blowing the wind, and behind the fluttering red gauze, the fish were standing still.

In the originally noisy hall, the crowd had noticed the change in the stage, and they couldn't help but hold their breaths and look towards the stage with great interest. As the curtain fluttered, one could vaguely see the back of a slim figure.

The people who came to the brothel were all there for fun, so they did as they wanted. A drunk young master shakily stood up and was about to go up to see who was this beauty, but he was stopped by the bodyguards of the Wind and Rain Tower.

Jiu Zizi squinted at the bawd. Didn't he want the silver taels? I have plenty of money, and my nose is full of wine. "Mother, please ask that lady to accompany me. I'll pay five hundred thousand silver taels."

The crowd went into an uproar. 500,000 silver? He just couldn't see his face, nor did he see his back.

He was confident that a girl with such a slim back would not be too ugly.

Upon hearing his words, the bawd's face twisted in a smile as she said, "Young Master Li, this is a new girl from our Wind and Rain Tower. She only sells her skills and not her body."

"What do you mean by not selling your skills? As long as you have enough silver, you can name a price for anything that you don't want to sell." Young Master Li waved his hand impatiently.

In a private room that had been tightly shut all this time, a man had shattered the wine cup in his hand. "Who is that person?"

The man next to him stuck his head out and looked at it. "It's the Prime Minister's only son, Li Li," he replied.

"I'll remember what it is. This person is a talent. Tomorrow, we'll make up for it. He should go up to the Southern Wilderness and become a county magistrate."

The man coldly snorted and said.

His subordinates were secretly praising him for being so dark. Who didn't know that the Southern Wilderness was filled with evil people who made trouble? With his arrogant and despotic personality, he wouldn't even need two days before he was skinned alive.

Young Master Li was pleased with himself. He did not know that he was going to be an official.

The old procuress laughed dryly and explained, "I can't decide on that."

Young Master Li glared at the old procuress. He thought that he was powerful, but in reality, he looked like a dead fish.

At this time, a burst of music rang out and the surrounding people gradually quieted down. This piece of music was completely unheard-of, and everyone who heard it would feel as if their blood would boil.

How laughable in the world of mortals

The most boring thing of all is infatuation

It's better to look down on everything

In this life not yet lived

The heart, however, is undisturbed

I just want to get a half-life of freedom

smile at someone when you wake up

Forget everything in your dreams

Sighing that it was too early for dark

metazoan

To write off love and hate

I only want to be happy to the point of being old

No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to run

"No matter how beautiful the flower is, I don't want it."

Let me flutter

The higher the sky, the smaller the heart

How much is not asked of cause and effect

Drunk alone

cry today and laugh tomorrow

I don't want anyone to understand

pride of life

Song is singing and dancing

A long night without knowing that the dawn will be happy

How laughable in the world of mortals

The most boring thing of all is infatuation

It's better to look down on everything

In this life not yet lived

The heart, however, is undisturbed

I just want to get a half-life of freedom

smile at someone when you wake up

Forget everything in your dreams

Sighing that it was too early for dark

metazoan

To write off love and hate

I only want to be happy to the point of being old

No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to run

"No matter how beautiful the flower is, I don't want it."

Let me flutter

The higher the sky, the smaller the heart

How much is not asked of cause and effect

Drunk alone

cry today and laugh tomorrow

I don't want anyone to understand

pride of life

Song is singing and dancing

A long night without knowing that the dawn will be happy

No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to run

"No matter how beautiful the flower is, I don't want it."

Let me flutter

The higher the sky, the smaller the heart

How much is not asked of cause and effect

Drunk alone

cry today and laugh tomorrow

I don't want anyone to understand

pride of life

Song is singing and dancing

A long night without knowing that the dawn will be happy

No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to run

"No matter how beautiful the flower is, I don't want it."

Let me flutter

The higher the sky, the smaller the heart

How much is not asked of cause and effect

Drunk alone

cry today and laugh tomorrow

I don't want anyone to understand

pride of life

Song is singing and dancing

A long night without knowing that the dawn will be happy

Little Fishy was singing and dancing, oblivious to the sounds coming from below the stage. Not to mention that the place she was standing on was a brothel, which was originally a place for selling meat. In the modern era, weren't there a few people who talked about the somewhat pretty performers? The rumors stop with the wise man. What he says doesn't sound good, can't you just treat it as his farting?