Chapter 375 Yin Lan Ci

"Tsk, the emperor is truly incompetent to appoint such a dying old man as magistrate, who even lost his official seal."

The young man in white picked his ear, loosened his right hand, and the wine jug fell vertically, brushing past the head of the diner who was talking the happiest below, and shattered to the ground with a "bang", splashing wine everywhere.

The lobby suddenly became quiet, and the diners all looked up at the second floor.

What caught my eye was a young man in white clothes standing by the railing. He had an extraordinary appearance, with a cinnabar mole on his forehead that was bright red. His slender eyebrows and eyes seemed to be carefully outlined by a painter. There was a sense of compassion in his indifference, and he looked like a Buddha enshrined in a temple.

Many men and women were so fascinated by the scene that they completely forgot that the Buddha had just thrown a wine jug down and almost hit someone.

However, they forgot that the diners who were almost hit did not forget.

He was so angry that he stood up with his hands on his hips and opened his mouth to greet the other party's ancestors, but unexpectedly the other party threw a silver ingot at him: "You slipped, apologize."

Although the voice was as melodious as the sound of a piano, the actions and tone were very insincere, almost like sending away a beggar, making people really want to beat him up.

However, seeing the two fresh fingerprints on the silver ingot, the diner did not dare to pursue the matter further and quickly paid the bill and left.

Seeing this, the young man in white sneered in disdain. Just as he was about to ask the waiter to bring another pot of wine, a dark figure appeared behind him like a ghost, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been burned by fire: "Master Xuan, the master is looking for you."

"I understand." Ping Xuan responded without turning around to look. Instead, he snapped his fingers at the waiter downstairs, asked for a pot of Chunrizui, and carried it up to the third floor.

The third floor is full of upper rooms, a total of four rooms, all of which were booked by them.

Ping Xuan walked to the door of the middle room and knocked on it. "It's me."

The door creaked open.

He nodded to Chi Nian who came to open the door and stepped in.

There was a faint fragrance in the air and the sound of piano.

A person was lying on the Xiangfei couch by the window, with his eyes closed, his head supported by his left hand, his right hand casually placed on his leg, and he was gently tapping the beat to the rhythm of the piano.

Her black hair, streaked with silver threads, snaked across the couch like a snake.

"Master." Ping Xuan placed the wine jug on the table, stood one step away from Xiang Fei's couch, and called out respectfully.

Yin Lanci raised his hand slightly, and the music of the piano stopped.

She slowly opened her eyes, and there was a circle of faint red light outside her dark eyeballs, like a ferocious beast in the mountains and forests choosing its prey.

"What's that commotion outside?"

Her voice was a little hoarse, but it had a peculiar rhythm that made one unconsciously want to answer her.

Ping Xuan lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the pair of white soft shoes on his feet. He said, "The government has posted a notice that a thief has sneaked into the county government office and stolen the county magistrate's official seal. The county magistrate has ordered the city gates to be sealed and a city-wide search for the thief. No one is allowed to enter, but not leave."

"Breaking into the county government office in broad daylight to steal, how interesting." Yin Lanci stretched out his hand lazily, the red nail polish on his fingertips eye-catching, and he curled his fingers slightly, "Come."

A single word spoken softly and slowly made the indifferent young man's face turn red instantly, as if covered with a layer of haze.

Yin Lanci was satisfied with what he saw. He propped himself up and sat up, resting his chin on the young man's shoulder. His red nails moved across the beautiful face, and suddenly with increased force, he cut a bloody wound an inch long on the jaw.

Ping Xuan hissed coldly, his brows slightly furrowed, but he did not dodge, nor did he remove the hand from his face.

Yin Lanci poked the freshly cut wound with his fingernails, his voice so soft it could drip water: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Ping Xuan turned his head and placed a light kiss on her fingertips. "As long as it's Master, I'm happy to do it."

"Be good." Yin Lanci moved closer, licked his jaw gently with his tongue, and swept away the blood beads that came out.

The fresh blood made her squint her eyes in enjoyment, and the red circle beside her dark eyeballs seemed to become even redder.

The freshly cut wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving no trace.

Looking at her most satisfying masterpiece, Yin Lanci fell into the young man's arms, and without warning, she giggled with great joy, her body shaking.

She was born with an extremely fair complexion, her exposed skin three points whiter than the snow-white satin gauze she was wearing, as if she was born with less color than ordinary people.

Even lying there, she looked like a willow leaning against the clouds, her laziness yet possessing a certain charm that drew one's gaze unconsciously to her. Now that she was moving, one could hardly look away.

Ping Xuan's eyes were filled with fascination. He gently put his arms around her and tucked her messy hair behind her ears. He waited until she was tired of laughing before speaking:

"There are more and more soldiers in the city. Now that the city gates are blocked, it doesn't seem that simple. It's better to leave the city first to avoid being caught in a trap."

"Are you scared?" Yin Lanci raised his hands and hugged the young man's neck, leaned over, pressed his chest against his, and looked at him with a smile.

"I'm not afraid as long as my master is here." Ping Xuan's cheeks flushed again, and he held the slender waist loosely, as if he was afraid that the beauty in his arms would accidentally fall.

Yin Lanci likes this face the most when it is shy, and Ping Xuan always knows how to please her.

She reached out and pinched the young man's chin, pulled him closer, and pressed her rouge-painted red lips against his. She licked, kissed, and bit his light-colored lips, rolling and rubbing them, savoring them carefully.

The fragrance floats and the sound of water splashes.

Everyone else in the room lowered their eyes, like emotionless puppets.

Only the man in green standing by the screen had a ripple of emotion in his eyes, and his hand hidden in his sleeve slowly clenched into a fist.

"Okay." Yin Lanci stretched out his finger to hold Ping Xuan's head as he leaned forward, his eyes passing over the bite mark on his lip, and moved his fingertips down to rub it, making it redder.

Blood oozed from the wound, like rotten flower juice.

Ping Xuan's eyes were filled with tears, his chest was heaving, and his originally indifferent face was tinged with lust, adding to his gorgeousness. If he were to go out, he would definitely attract a swarm of bees and butterflies.

Yin Lanci seemed not to notice the charming expression. She simply leaned over and licked the blood off his lips. Before the young man could make a move, she slipped out of his arms without hesitation. She stretched her toes and gently kicked the young man's leg: "Let's talk business."

Ping Xuan's Adam's apple rolled, and he barely suppressed his restlessness. He bent down to pick up the soft shoes and put them on Yin Lanci, while straightening his clothes to cover up some embarrassment.

Seeing his actions, Yin Lanci chuckled again with her eyes curved, lifted up the hem of her clothes with her soft-shoeed feet, and stepped down hard when the young man's breathing became heavier.

Caught off guard, Ping Xuan doubled over in pain, his face draining of all color as he pleaded for mercy, "Master."

"Boring." Yin Lanci retracted his foot, stood up and sat down at the table.

Ping Xuan didn't care that he was still in pain, and hurried over to pour her some wine, offering it to her respectfully.

"Yesterday, Huang Qian led his troops into the city and captured many people, but only two escaped." Yin Lanci gently shook the wine glass and sniffed the aroma of the wine. "Huang Qian dared not enter the city without permission. It seems that the people sent by the court this time have the emperor's trust. Has Hongying sent any news?"

"No." Ping Xuan's expression brightened slightly. He took out a hairpin and used it to tie up her long hair. "Should we send someone to look for her?"