Chapter Ninety-Five: His Majesty the Vermilion Bird (Part Eleven)
"I'm speaking with His Majesty, what right do you have to interrupt?" Murong Yu frowned, clearly displeased, and the aura of a cultivator emanated from his body.
"Why can't I say it?" Lu Lingjun seemed not to have felt anything, and leaned on Gu Yanjing to feed him a grape.
Gu Yanjing, showing no mercy, spat grape seeds all over him.
Lu Lingjun felt somewhat aggrieved.
Gu Yanjing didn't look.
Murong Yu scoffed and stopped wasting words with Lu Lingjun.
He's just a male concubine with low cultivation level. Does he think he'll be all the glory and power just because he's climbed up to the young emperor?
They won't even know when or how they died.
Nan Wan'er: Don't get cocky. They've already planned out how you'll die. You actually dare to think about how others will die? That's so typical of the male lead.
The room suddenly became very quiet, with only the faint sounds of music and laughter coming from outside.
A while later, Yan Chuchu came up from below carrying a pipa. After entering, she simply curtsied to Murong Yu and said, "Young Sect Master."
The beauty's eyes were alluring, her gaze conveying affection, and she even gave Mingya a provocative look.
But Mingya didn't notice her at all; instead, she kept turning around to look at a maid who had her head down.
"Let's play a tune to entertain His Majesty," Murong Yu nodded, took Ming Ya's hand, and said casually.
Yan Chuchu bit her lip, somewhat unwilling, but dared not resist. She turned around and bowed to Gu Yanjing: "What music would Your Majesty like to hear?"
Gu Yanjing ate the seedless grapes that Lu Lingjun had prepared, lounging lazily, looking absolutely stunning.
She instantly outshone Yan Chuchu.
"A seductive tune," Gu Yanjing murmured, swallowing a grape.
Yan Chuchu's face turned both dark and red: "Your Majesty, Chuchu doesn't know how."
Gu Yanjing changed his posture: "Useless, send someone who knows how."
Yan Chuchu hurriedly bowed, then left with her pipa in her arms and red eyes.
"Why doesn't Your Majesty show any mercy to the beautiful women?" Murong Yu couldn't stand it anymore.
Is this guy crazy? Coming to a brothel and asking girls to play erotic songs for him.
"Your woman is someone I cherish, do you think you're not green enough already?" Gu Yan raised an eyebrow in surprise.
This guy is hilarious.
Murong Yu was speechless.
Mingya also felt that her elder brother was acting strangely, and blushed as she advised, "Brother, erotic music is misleading and not appropriate."
Gu Yan was taken aback and said, "If you come to a brothel and don't listen to erotic songs, what's the point of coming to a brothel? Do I need to explain to you what a brothel is?"
Ming Ya remained silent.
Although brothels are not exactly pleasant places, it's actually quite rare for someone to have a courtesan sing erotic songs there.
Every now and then, two young women, each carrying a pipa, walked in. After bowing to the group, they sat down to the side, and gradually, soft, seductive music began to emanate from the room.
Gu Yanjing leaned comfortably against Lu Lingjun, clapping his hands: "Bring in a few beauties. Music without dance is boring."
His Majesty the Vermilion Bird has always been fond of extravagance, and Lu Lingjun is used to this kind of behavior.
Send Peony down to call for help.
Instantly, the room became bustling with activity.
Those outside, hearing the sounds coming from inside, assumed that Murong Yu had brought his wife here to listen to erotic music for entertainment.
When Murong Yu, who had been framed, left Rushi Tower, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Gu Yanjing, however, was leisurely and content, and slowly returned with Lu Lingjun and two maids.
The artist's drawing skills are quite good, and the music is also quite good.
It still has its merits.
Besides, there's the ever-present, haunting Lu Lingjun.
"Your Majesty, would you like some apricots?" Under the bright starry sky, Lu Lingjun called out to Gu Yanjing.
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