Aguzan was furious and was about to say something more when he heard Lu Cijian say calmly, "The vase is worth three thousand taels."
Upon hearing this, Aguzan and Lin Yan'an simultaneously lost their temper, looking at Lu Cijian in disbelief, with only one thought in their minds: This damned black-hearted bastard is robbing us!
Lu Cijian ignored the two of them and looked only at Jiang Yimian.
Jiang Yimian then came to her senses, suppressing the laughter that almost escaped her lips, and quickly said, "I have something I want to ask you."
After saying that, he walked directly into the private room behind him.
Lu Cijian hurriedly tried to catch up.
Old Chen suddenly remembered something, grabbed him, took out the small porcelain bottle he had hidden in his sleeve for many days, stuffed it into Lu Cijian's hand, and said with a serious face, "Young Master, we can't lose."
After saying that, she nodded solemnly at him before pulling the bewildered Liu'er back to watch the show.
Lu Cijian, however, only felt puzzled. He stared at the porcelain bottle in his hand, frowned, and casually stuffed it into his sleeve.
Jiang Yimian only looked away from the letters on the table after hearing the door close, and said with a smile, "I heard from Wang San that there's news about my brother. How is it?"
Ever since she heard that the Great Jin had suffered consecutive defeats at the border and lost several cities, she had been worried.
Fortunately, I just learned from Wang San that news has come from the border.
Lu Cijian just smiled and said, "Don't worry, the letter said that the cities that were recently lost have been taken back, and Brother Qingyuan is fine and nothing has happened to him."
Although General Wei can no longer go to the battlefield, he has fought against the Tuyuhun for many years and knows their fighting methods very well.
Especially recently, the Jin soldiers have been cohesive well, and the border cities have been recaptured one by one. With a temporary truce between the two sides, things should be peaceful for a while.
Hearing this, Jiang Yimian finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Then I'll tell my parents this good news so they won't worry about my brother."
After saying that, she sat down at the table, laid out the Xuan paper, and began to write a letter.
Lu Cijian smiled and said, "I'll grind the ink for you."
All the worries and frustrations I had felt vanished instantly at the sound of the girl's cheerful words.
Regardless of what the old man meant, Mianmian was right in front of him now, and he couldn't let the fear of the unknown lead him into those terrible imaginings.
At least until everything comes to pass, he still has a chance.
Jiang Yimian merely raised an eyebrow, finding it somewhat amusing to see the young man actually standing beside her and beginning to grind ink.
She will also have the opportunity to experience the pleasure of having a beautiful woman by her side.
The young man had long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles. He ground ink with one hand while gently moving the paperweight with the other.
Jiang Yimian turned her head to look at the person next to her and deliberately said, "You're so skilled at this. Did you often do this kind of thing before?"
Lu Cijian glanced at her, reached out and pinched Jiang Yimian's cheek, and chuckled, "You can't compare to Mianmian. I didn't know Mianmian liked so many men at the male-male brothel, a full ten of them."
Jiang Yimian choked, her eyes widening in shock, and blurted out, "How did you know?"
Seeing her guilty conscience, Lu Cijian immediately narrowed his eyes, pulled her into a tight embrace between the table and his chest, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Is Mianmian afraid that I'll find out?"
Jiang Yimian belatedly realized something. Since the male-male brothel was owned by Moge, how could Lu Cijian not know what had happened to her there?
The thought that Lu Cijian knew she had gone to such a place made her feel guilty.
She coughed lightly, about to explain, but suddenly realized something. If she hadn't gone to the male-male brothel, how could she have met Shen Yu, let alone escaped from Chuncheng?
Although she went to that kind of place, she didn't meet any men or flirt with anyone, so what did she have to be ashamed of?
Lu Cijian was the one who felt guilty. She was the one asking the other person why they were so skilled, but instead, this person started questioning her.
There's something wrong with this person.
Thinking of this, she felt a little dissatisfied, suddenly stood up, grabbed Lu Cijian's shoulder, and pushed him directly onto the table.
Lu Cijian was stunned. He braced himself on the table behind him with one hand and subconsciously placed the other on Jiang Yimian's slender waist. Looking down at the person in his arms, he felt a little dry-mouthed and his heart was beating faster.
Jiang Yimian was completely unaware of the young man's changes. She placed her hands on his shoulders and said unhappily, "The male pleasure house is a property of Moge. Since you even know that you ordered ten male prostitutes that day, you must know that I left directly after meeting with Shen Yu."
"But you, suddenly changing the subject, have you ground ink for many women in the past?"
The one who feels guilty isn't her; it's clearly the person in front of her.
Lu Cijian met those suspicious eyes and instantly burst into laughter, feeling both helpless and amused by the lack of understanding of the other person in his arms.
He thought Mianmian wanted to...
He could only sigh helplessly, his hand on Jiang Yimian's waist tightened instantly, and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely.
He only breathed slightly as he pulled away from the lips that he had kissed until they were even more vibrant, when the person in his arms was struggling to breathe.
The young man's voice was a little hoarse, and he was slightly out of breath from the kiss, but his words were full of seriousness: "No, only Mianmian."
The hot breath landed on Jiang Yimian's ear, making her feel a slight burn without realizing it.
Especially when she became aware of certain changes in the young man's body, she felt the breath near her ears getting hotter.
Although Lu Cijian was pressed back against the table by her, the two were very close because the large hand behind her waist was holding her tightly.
She could clearly sense the unease in the person in front of her; it was different from every time before, and it was filled with a strong possessiveness.
Jiang Yimian didn't dare to move for a moment, and stood there frozen. Her hand on the young man's shoulder was a little stiff, for fear that something else might happen.
Realizing the stiffness in the person in his arms, Lu Cijian chuckled softly. He seemed to understand how Mianmian felt every time she saw his ears turn red.
She's so cute, it makes you want to keep going and see more of her different reactions.
Jiang Yimian felt a little uncomfortable at the soft laughter beside her ear, and shrank back slightly, trying to distance herself from the person in front of her.
But the large hand behind her refused to let go, and seemed to tighten its grip even more. Her already stiff hands suddenly lost their strength, and she fell heavily into the young man's arms, their bodies instantly pressed tightly together without any gap.
The young man's breathing suddenly intensified the moment she approached.
She was startled, realizing something, her face burning even hotter, but she stood frozen in place, afraid to move, lest she further agitate the person in front of her.
Although she occasionally flirted with him, it was limited to verbal exchanges.
If you really ask her to do something, she'll probably back down.
I lived for twenty years in my previous life and met many people, but I didn't have any particularly close ones.
It seems that apart from the companions from the mission, there are no others left.
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