Pretend...

Apologize?

Wang Ce turned around and looked back. The girl on the stage looked picturesque and looked like a beautiful woman like a bright moon. But her face was full of surprise and embarrassment, which made people feel a lot of love.

Many people glared at me, and there were several literati dressed as talented men, who might have been determined to perform well, scolded: "You are a rude person who doesn't understand the charm, here it is clearly defiling the beautiful singing of the Qingyin girl."

"Yes, I don't have any elegant bones at all, but I dare to come here to embarrass you."

Wang Ce smiled and thought for no reason that if it were in ancient China, the literati would probably have fired map cannons long ago. However, most of the literati here knew the power and did not dare to fire map cannons randomly, otherwise it would offend the huge class of warriors.

Some literati have achieved success in practicing martial arts, while some have also become masters of literature and writing, and then gradually become great scholars of a generation. From a purely academic perspective, if most literati are of high school or above, most literati have primary school level.

Wang Ce smiled casually and nodded to the at a loss of Qingyin girl: "Miss Qingyin, I'm sorry, what I said before was not your singing. Your singing..."

Chuchu's pitiful Qingyin looked at her with her eyes, and Wang Ce suddenly didn't want to lie to her: "Okay, I actually didn't pay attention to it."

Wang Ce shook his hand and walked to the west of the second floor. He looked at these rude two... The young man shook his arms and made a few sounds, and the rough laughter echoed: "I'm just rude, what do you do to me?"

There was an uproar in the four buildings of Qingyin Pavilion. There were many literati here, and there were a lot of accusations and shouts of anger.

Dai Lin looked at the boy's rough manner in surprise and was about to stand up when he was suddenly pulled by the officials around him: "Brother Dai thought twice."

Dai Lin came with several officials this time, and all three or above the fifth rank were blushing: "How could this young master be here? Brother Dai, if I were you, I would never stand up. This young man is famously difficult to deal with."

"It's him! The King of Nanya!" Dai Lin reacted very quickly. The only person who could scare the imperial officials into such virtues was only one person. The young man who was very popular recently was shocked: "He seems to be only sixteen years old?"

Several fourth- and fifth-rank officials smiled bitterly: "Who knows how this young master came here?" Others don't know how they didn't know about Wang Ce's extortion of the Ministry of Justice. Don't think that they were officials of the court. They dared not, and the people from the Censorate still drew.

The crowd was in an uproar and infuriated!

Wang Ce kicked the young man away with two strokes, without saying a word, and slowly swept everyone with his fingertips! This action seemed murderous.

For a moment, Wang Ce's aura suppressed the audience, sneered, turned around and left. When he walked downstairs, he suddenly shouted: "You are such a rude person, Qingyin Pavilion does not welcome you."

"Just relying on this sentence, I will decide next time." Wang Ce sneered.

Suddenly, a thought arose, and I thought about recalling for a long time. Wang Ce led everyone away, chanting a word from his mouth, and sent it to him!

"The east wind blooms at night, thousands of flowers and trees blow down, and the stars are like rain. The fragrance of BMW carvings is everywhere. The sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pot turns, and fish and dragons dance overnight. The moths and willows are golden, and the smiles are filled with fragrance. I look for him for thousands of times, but when I look back, the man is in the dim light."

Everyone was addicted to this good lyrics. After a while, they came to their senses and found that there was no trace of the person, and there was only one wonderful good lyric left that lingered!

"A truly good word, a wonderful word." The literary young man sighed in a low voice, feeling ashamed.

"Who is this boy? He did such a good word!" Someone asked around.

Only the Qingyin girl in the center of the stage, silently recited this lyrics and felt a sense of infatuation for a moment, which made people feel excited!

Walking leisurely, Wang Ce smiled. Finally, there was a time when he showed off, pretending to be good, which is a must-have for every time traveler.

After finally taking a chance, Wang Ce finally practiced it once.

Luke and others had studied in school, and they understood a little bit, and thought silently: "Good words."

"The lyrics are good words. Unfortunately, people are not good people." Zhu Haitang found an opportunity to fight back and was proud.

After parting ways, Zhu Haitang rushed home quickly. Without any pause, she went back to the boudoir faster and faster. She threw herself heavily on the bed!

Then he got up, lit the candlelight, and stared at the figure in the bronze mirror. I don’t know whether it was the candlelight or his own face, but the moving face in the mirror looked a little sad.

Zhu Haitang gently grabbed the pillow and hugged it in his arms, tightening it became tighter and tighter, as if he was about to be unable to breathe: "I am not a stubborn! I am not!"

However, the sound was vaguely filled with some choking.

Women have always been sensitive creatures, even if they are her. How could she not hear the smell of Wang Ce’s words in the brothel today?

Wang Ce, who has always been very close, never thought of marrying her or getting married to her. Wang Ce's tone today has shown too much.

Getting engaged? First, when I think of this word, Zhu Haitang once felt a bang, sour and astringent, indescribable feeling. But...but! It shouldn't be like this. Wang Ce's tone smashed her original fantasy like a hammer.

Mrs. Zhu pushed the door gently, sighed silently, and touched her daughter's face: "Why are you unhappy?"

"Mom!" Zhu Haitang choked and said tonight one by one, and finally said hatefully: "I don't want to, and I don't want to get engaged to him!"

The lady laughed and dissipated her hair for her daughter: "At that time, you mentioned it with your father. If you don't marry him, who will you marry?"

"I will never marry anyone. I will stay with my parents all my life." Zhu Haitang was as angry as a child.

"Women always want to get married." Mrs. Zhu smiled gently and saw the face in the bronze mirror that was gradually filled with wrinkles. Zhu Xiangru was still about forty years old, and the gap had already emerged: "You are a martial arts genius, and you have fewer choices than others."

"Your marriage is of great importance, and your father cannot make decisions. Your Majesty must nod." Mrs. Zhu comforted her daughter: "Wang Ce's child may be the most suitable one. You are young, so you can choose to get engaged in the future."

"I just don't like him anymore." Zhu Haitang said angrily, gritting his teeth and saying, "He is just a bad guy."

Mrs. Zhu smiled silently: "He is only sixteen years old and is also the sixth young genius in the Northern Tang Dynasty. Naturally, he never thought about getting married. When he suddenly said that, he was naturally caught off guard. If he didn't like you, how could you like him? How could you be together every day?"

"Mom!" Zhu Haitang acted coquettishly, with a blush on his face: "I said, I don't like him."

"Really?" Mrs. Zhu smiled.

Zhu Haitang swore that she wanted to say she didn't like it. But the words were on the edge of her mouth and she swallowed it back: "Actually, actually... my daughter doesn't know either."

She looked at the mirror blankly, but couldn't say it. She seemed to like it, but she didn't seem to like it. Among the people she came into contact with, she just believed in Wang Ce, but she had the most favorable impression of Wang Ce.

Or maybe she was just being suddenly engaged to get aroused some beautiful feelings that belong to the girl and outlined some hallucinations that actually did not exist?

"It's okay." Mrs. Zhu smiled: "You are all young. The higher your achievements, the more you have the right to choose and to like anyone. At that time, you will choose someone who is truly suitable for you and will be with you for the rest of your life."

"Mom! You and Dad are so good." Zhu Haitang wondered why he had to spend his whole life.

"You don't understand. You don't understand now." Zhu Haitang is too young and doesn't understand life. She never thought about how long her life would be when she became Wuzong one day, and what about her husband?

An ordinary woman has no right to like and choose. However, a female warrior with strong cultivation naturally has the right to like and choose. The stronger the force, the greater the freedom.

Mrs. Zhu gently expressed an intriguing smile: "If you don't like him, then get engaged to Gong Yongfan. The Gong family also sent someone to propose marriage."

"No, don't. Just Wang Ce." Zhu Haitang jumped up suddenly and panicked!

If she had to find someone to get engaged, the only thing she thought of was that bad guy!

"Silly child." Mrs. Zhu showed compassion: "It's hard to get engaged."
Chapter completed!