Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 1465
Yuwen Linyuan was extremely anxious and wanted to know what was going on. He pushed everyone away and walked to Si Jin’s side: “Are you okay?”
No, that’s a stupid question. It looks like he’s doing well.
The woman just called him “Young Master”, clearly showing respect for him…
“Hey, little prince.” Just as Yu Wen Linyuan was about to reach out to hug him, Si Jin lifted up his pipe and held it across his face.
Gu Honghu looked at the dusty little prince in front of him, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and reminded him in a calm voice: “Now is different from the past. I was brought to Qunfangyuan by your Yuwen family, so I have to abide by the rules here.”
“If you want me to accept you as my guest, I will pay one thousand taels per night.”
Yuwen Linyuan: ???
“No, Jinjin, I don’t need it…”
“Madam Mei.” Si Jin ignored the young prince’s shocked expression and looked directly at the madam who was left at the door, looking at Yu Wenlinyuan and asking, “My current price is one thousand taels of gold, right?”
Yellow…gold?
One thousand taels of silver was easy to deal with, after all, he was still a prince, at least he could afford it, but gold… where could he get so much?
Yuwen Linyuan secretly counted on his fingers to see how many nights of sleep his savings would provide.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Madam Mei behind me say, “Yes, the young master is so handsome, so of course he is worth a lot of money. Look, on the first day he came, the Minister of Works Yang spent a thousand taels~”
Madam Mei acted very cooperatively: “Well, I will call Lord Yang over first, and this young master should wait and come back tomorrow…”
Bang!
Yuwen Linyuan turned around and kicked the door hard, almost hitting Mrs. Mei’s nose.
Although Mrs. Mei is middle-aged, she is still a first-class beauty. Especially when she is with a group of young girls who are competing for beauty, she pays more attention to her own beauty.
He hurriedly covered his nose and went back to the room to look in the bronze mirror. After making sure that his face was not disfigured, he breathed a sigh of relief.
This little prince is too violent. I really don’t know what the young master likes about him?
She must help the young master to get more money (ಡωಡ).
… …
In the room, Yuwen Linyuan gritted his teeth and said, “I’ll pay two thousand taels a night!”
“Oh, then His Royal Highness is generous. I won’t see Lord Yang.” Si Jin put away his pipe and placed it on the mahogany table beside him. He slowly approached Yuwen Linyuan: “I just don’t know, what does His Royal Highness want to see by spending so much money?”
“Collarbone?” Si Jin said, pulling the loose red clothes.
“Abdominal muscles? Or…” He half-undressed, put his arms around the little wolfdog’s neck, leaned close to Yu Wenlinyuan’s ear, and whispered seductively: “What about the others?”
The room was filled with bright red candles, red gauze curtains, vermilion nanmu tables and chairs. The whole environment complemented each other and even made Si Jin’s skin look a little pink.
Among all the colors, none was as beautiful as the teardrop mole under his eye. Yuwen Linyuan’s ears turned red uncontrollably.
He first grabbed Si Jin’s hands, put them behind his back, and looked carefully to see that there were no new scars on his body. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He leaned over, kissed the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, and then held her in his arms: “I have been traveling for two days and two nights. I missed you so much.”
While outside, his mother’s death, the poison in his body, and what Si Jin said kept appearing in his mind.
In order to find the old general, Yuwen Linyuan traveled for days and even encountered the pursuers sent by Yuwen Cheng. He couldn’t sleep when his tired eyelids were fighting.
But outside, he was thinking about how to detoxify, how to protect Jinjin, and how to kill the old emperor and Yuwen Cheng for revenge. But as soon as he saw people, he immediately felt aggrieved.
As long as I stay with him, I feel so warm.
“Hey, why is the little prince crying?” Si Jin raised his sleeves and wiped his tears nonchalantly, and also wiped the dirt off his face.
He continued to mock him: “Could it be that he was beaten with fifty killing sticks?”
When Yu Wen Linyuan thought about how he was beaten with fifty sticks just when he first suspected Jin Jin, his ears turned completely red. He felt embarrassed as if his childish thoughts had been exposed by an adult.
He quickly defended himself: “I’m not! You’re talking nonsense! I didn’t do that!”
