Chapter 222: The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 60
But this man was very strange. He wore a bamboo hat, never revealed his real name, and left after delivering the information. He had a string of wine gourds hanging around his waist.
The only impression people had of him was that he was addicted to alcohol.
Therefore, he was nicknamed the Drunken Old Man.
Quan Jiu tried to recruit this person again and again, but he heard that this person was a loner and would never be able to find him.
Quan Jiu: "Is there any news about him?"
"I have to send someone to investigate first, and notify you as soon as I have any news."
…
The news will be available soon.
Three days ago, someone saw the drunkard in Taohuawu.
Quan Jiu plans to try his luck.
There were people coming and going in Taohuawu, and she mingled among them in men's clothing, attracting many young women to turn their heads.
Quan Jiu: "I know that no matter what gender, my charm will have nowhere to go."
001: "Don't be so rude. What if I'm a pig in my next life?"
Quan Jiu: "Then I am also a precious little white and tender suckling pig."
001: “…”
Following the information given by the Emperor of Yong, Quan Jiu found a small tavern in Taohuawu.
The tavern was bustling with people, so she went straight to the owner to inquire about the drunken old man.
"I know this guy! He has nothing to do all day long, just hanging out in my pub drinking. He has a really bad temper and has fought with customers several times..."
When Quan Jiu heard that he had a bad temper, his suspicions in his heart became even more serious.
"What does he look like?"
The shopkeeper thought for two seconds: "He looks just average."
Quan Jiu began to feel conflicted again.
How can Mo Xi's appearance be considered average?
"Where are the others?"
"At this time, he's probably sharpening his hairpins in the yard."
Quan Jiu was puzzled: "Grinding the hairpin?"
The shopkeeper explained:
"The old drunkard has a precious hairpin that no one can touch. Anyone who touches it will have their hand chopped off. I guess he's saving it for marrying off in the future. I just don't know which girl is so blind as to fall for such a drunkard..."
Quan Jiu didn't listen any further and walked to the backyard.
Unlike the noisy front hall, the backyard was spacious and quiet. Under the leafy sycamore tree, a man in a black robe had his back to her, his head down, polishing something carefully.
When Quan Jiu saw this back, his heart trembled violently and he called out that extremely familiar name.
"Moxi?"
The man paused slightly while grinding the hairpin, then continued his movements as if he hadn't heard anything.
Quan Jiu walked over and finally saw the man's face clearly.
It was just as the shopkeeper said, it was an ordinary face that ordinary people would forget after seeing it.
She reached out and touched her jawline.
The man paused in grinding the hairpin and reached out to stop her.
"It's not good for the girl to be so frivolous with me, right?"
Quan Jiu frowned.
Even the voice doesn't sound like Moxi.
"Ergou, let me smell it."
001: "Please be careful with your words."
Quan Jiu: "Smooth!"
001, a man who does not bear grudges, glanced at the man and nodded:
"You're lucky."
The corners of Quan Jiu's mouth curved slightly, and his tense nerves relaxed smoothly.
She lifted the man's chin with her fingertips and deliberately moved close to his lips, her voice hoarse and seductive.
"I like frivolous young men like this."
Mo Xi: “…”
He suspected she recognized him.
But if you think about it carefully, I didn't reveal any flaws, so how could she know?
He sniffed the long-lost fragrance of Quanjiu, and the blood in his body suddenly woke up:
"Girl, please respect yourself."
Quan Jiu smiled faintly:
"Self-respect? I don't respect myself. What can you do to me?"
This wolf cub is really good. He has been missing for such a long time and never came back to find her.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her aggressive aura grew stronger as she approached Mo Xi step by step. Mo Xi had no choice but to retreat, and was soon forced to the front of the sycamore tree, with his back pressed against the thick trunk.
Mo Xi frowned: "If you continue like this, I will have no choice but to call for help..."
"Scream! Even if you scream your throat out today, no one will come to save you!"
Quan is a drunkard and a scoundrel, looking like he would molest decent women.
She just didn't believe that this wolf cub could keep it a secret forever.
Just as she pinched Mo Xi's chin and was about to force herself on him, she suddenly heard the sound of a wine jar breaking behind her.
When Quan Jiu turned around, she saw the shopkeeper staring at her and Mo Xi with wide eyes, a look of despair on his face.
She said confidently:
"What are you standing there for? Haven't you ever seen a man being raped?"
The shopkeeper stammered: "You...you continue..."
He stared at Quan Jiu's handsome face, then looked at the ordinary Mo Xi, completely unable to understand this combination of beauty and the beast.
Mo Xi took the opportunity to hold Quan Jiu's hand and wanted to take it away, but once the woman's small hand with skin as smooth as cream entered his hand, he was completely reluctant to let go.
Just hold on for a while, then let go...
He was secretly preparing himself mentally.
Quan Jiu noticed his little thoughts and took the initiative to hold the back of his hand tightly without letting go.
A smile flashed across Mo Xi's eyes, but when he thought of his current situation, the smile that hadn't spread yet abruptly stopped...
He pulled his hand out from Quan Jiu's palm, and the aura around him became much more distant.
Quan Jiu felt his change, his eyes flashed, and he did not force him anymore. He just found a reason and dragged him to drink.
The two drank until evening, and Quan Jiu finally sent him back to his room.
Quan Jiu patted his shoulder:
"Brother, have a good rest tonight."
Mo Xi stared at the staggering charming woman, still worried, so he helped Quan Jiu back to her room.
But just as he was about to leave, the woman who had her eyes closed suddenly opened them and grabbed his wrist. Her eyes, filled with drunkenness, were clear and cold, without a trace of drunkenness.
"Are you pretending to be drunk?"
Mo Xi turned around and wanted to leave immediately, but the blood in his body was boiling, and the heat surged in waves. He looked at Quan Jiu in disbelief:
"Did you put drugs in the wine?"
Quan Jiu sat on the bed with a domineering look on his face:
"Didn't I learn this from you?"
Mo Xi: “…”
Sure enough, the truth was revealed.
Quan Jiu pulled the whip at his waist and turned his head to stretch his neck:
"How come the Third Prince has become such a chaste and virtuous man after not seeing him for a year?"
Mo Xi: “…”
He frowned and endured the discomfort in his body:
"Don't make trouble. Give me the antidote."
Quan Jiu cracked the whip, which whistled in the air, and she had a defiant look on her face.
"Antidote? Don't even think about it! Mo Xi, unless you're impotent today, even if the emperor comes, I'm going to sleep with you today!!"
Mo Xi's face darkened slightly.
Ten minutes later.
Quan Jiu looked at Mo Xi, who was "as still as a mountain", and silently raised his hand to slap himself.
She was wrong.
She shouldn't be so mean to herself.
She looked at Mo Xi with a cold face, and put on a stern face to coax him warmly.
"Baby, it's not incurable. This kind of thing is actually normal..."
Mo Xi moved his body, faced the wall, and turned his back to her angrily.
——I am the dividing line——
Jingchuantang: "He is so pitiful."
Feng Zhuo: "How pitiful."
Xu Zhu: "I suggest you two suppress the corners of your mouths that are raised."
Jingchuantang: "It was the corner of the mouth that moved first. It's none of my business."
Feng Zhuo: "Actually, we are all brothers."
Jingchuantang: "Yes, good brother!"
Feng Zhuo: "As a brother, there are some things I can do for you."
Jingchuantang actively raised his hand: "I can do it too!"
Mo Xi silently drew his sword and pointed it at the author named Yu:
"I have no grudge against you, why do you want to harm me?"
A certain Yu who is not afraid of death:
"I have no choice. There are too many recommendation votes from readers. I have to find something fun for everyone."
The knife rises and falls.
A certain Yu.
Death.
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