Upon hearing this, Master Lu of the Qingmu Society beside Song Qian, as well as the servants who followed him, all tensed up slightly.
That’s right, those who followed Song Qian, as well as the transformed Deer Representative, were all members of the Demon Summoning Cult.
Confucian and Taoist martial arts are very strange. They are said to be martial arts but they don't really look like martial arts. Maybe there is a way to reveal their identities.
"It's nothing to do with women."
Song Qian snorted coldly, quite dissatisfied with his action of snatching his pen.
At this time, someone else whispered something in the ear of the questioning scholar. The latter's face changed drastically. He subconsciously covered his butt and quickly moved away from Song Qian as if he was avoiding the plague god.
Song Qian: “?”
He felt that the other party had said something very rude.
"Sir, let's go in first."
The Blood Refining Hall Master, who was represented by a deer, said calmly.
"You go first, I'll wait here for a while."
Song Qian stood there without giving up, stretching his neck to look forward.
"Okay, I'll go ahead then."
Master Lu had no choice but to hand the golden invitation to the purple-robed eunuch at the door.
"The last time my father and Li Mo called each other brothers, it must have been for business. Now the Hundred Flowers Festival is a done deal, hehe..."
Song Qian thought secretly in his heart.
In the officialdom, if you need help from others, you have to beg them for help from everyone, and if it’s useless, you will just kick them away. This is the norm.
He is not afraid now...
"Hey, Mr. Song."
Just as he was thinking about it, Song Baiyue stuck his head out from the carriage at the back, was helped over, and came to the entrance.
Old Song was so confused and the scene was so noisy that he really didn't see his unfortunate son.
"Li Jianhao, Fairy Han."
The purple-robed eunuch first greeted Li Mo and the others, then looked at Lord Song and said in a shrill voice:
"Oh, Master Song, His Majesty was waiting for you to report yesterday, but I went to look for you three times. Did you forget about His Majesty?"
"Your Majesty is broad-minded, so it doesn't matter. But I can't bear to see that the dragon is in trouble, so I have to have a good talk with you."
Lord Song could tell at a glance that the other party was trying to pick on him and extort money.
But he did forget about his job report last night...
Song Baiyue: "Please invite the eunuch to Fengyue Cottage to have a seat, and we can talk..."
Li Mo: “….”
Old Song is really still drunk. Although Fengyue Xiaozhu is now doing a legitimate business, it is not considered so in the minds of many people.
Aren't you asking the eunuch to visit a brothel?
As expected, the purple-robed eunuch didn't buy it, and his expression turned ugly:
"Master Song, what did you do last night?"
"I...."
Song Baiyue realized that he had said the wrong thing, but he was speechless because, after all, he really didn't do anything serious.
I had no choice but to look at Li Mo.
"Uncle Li, Aunt...Aunt, please help me say something."
“….”
Li Mo really didn't expect this.
Old Song really has the guts to yell like that, no wonder he has risen so quickly to the top, his face is as thick as that of a Xuanbing.
"???"
Young Master Song was struck by lightning.
What the hell, his generation is low again?
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PS: My biological clock is getting weirder and weirder. I’ll post another chapter tomorrow morning. Xoxo.
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