"Master, are you awake?"

Qi Yan opened his eyes, and a surprised voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Looking at the carved solid wood bed board, Qi Yan's mind exploded, and a needle-like pain attacked him, causing him to frown and take a deep breath.

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This is a fictional time-travel article. The heroine He Hui traveled to the body of the prime minister's unfavored legitimate daughter. A few days ago, the emperor issued an edict to marry the prime minister's daughter to the general Puyang Zheng. However, Puyang Zheng's previous wives all died within a month after they got married, and there was a rumor that there was a curse. The prime minister

doted on the concubine's daughter, but he could not resist the concubine's crying, so he threw the legitimate daughter He Hui into the tiger's den.

However, He Hui, who traveled through time, was smart and wise, and her confidence and pride attracted the upright Puyang Zheng, and warmed his cold heart after fighting on the battlefield. So after fighting for imperial power and killing enemies, the two retired to the valley and lived a free life.

Qi Yan's role this time is the boss behind the largest brothel in the capital - the charming and beautiful male second Qi Yan.

Now is the time when the emperor has just issued an order for the prime minister to marry his daughter. The male and female protagonists have not met yet, and he is just at ease being his own boss behind the scenes.

Qi Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and as usual, he smiled a charming smile, and stunned the little servant who was about to help him wash.

"What are you thinking about, little idiot." She leaned over and took the warm handkerchief from his hand: "Tell me, has your building received any big orders recently?"

The waiter lowered his head, blushing and hesitating: "No, no famous customers..."

"Huh?" The lazy and rising ending tone made people's hearts flutter: "Really?"

"Really--" The waiter hadn't finished speaking, and suddenly seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way! The general's mansion sent someone a few days ago to convey a message, asking the singer of our building to go to the general's mansion tomorrow to entertain."

"Tomorrow?" He wiped his cheeks that looked like peeled eggs carelessly: "Have you chosen the right person? Don't make any mistakes."

"No, it's Sister Ningyi who will go this time."

"The General's Mansion is not like other..." Qi Yan's voice was full of seriousness. He waved his hand and sent the servant away: "Go down and tell them that I will go with you tomorrow."

"...Yes."

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This is the first time that a singing girl has been summoned to the General's Mansion.

The beautiful voice is definitely Ningyi, and the colorful dance is Na Lianchuan.

Everyone in the capital knows that there are two good things in Hehuan Tower: Miss Ningyi's singing voice is soft and melodious, and Miss Lianchuan's dancing posture is unprecedented. In short, the good things in this Hehuan Tower are endless for those who often visit.

The general is stationed at the border, and the mansion in the capital is like an empty house. This time, after returning from a great victory, it is natural to set up a banquet for guests. The general must have never heard of Ningyi, and the singing girl invited this time must have heard about it from others.

Sitting in Ningyi's sedan chair, Qi Yan was playing with the white jade ring in his hand, with a faint smile on his face.

"Why are you so happy, young master?" Ningyi poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to him. After he took it, she gently kneaded his shoulders.

"Oh? How is this young master happy?" "

Even if you don't say it, Ningyi can see it." Ningyi said coquettishly, raised her head, and looked at Qi Yan with a flushed face.

The man in front of her is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is breathtaking.

If he were a woman... then there would be no more beautiful women in the world.

Ningyi's face was covered with a layer of infatuation, and the force of her fingers pressing on her shoulders became softer and softer.

And the next second, Qi Yan brushed her hand away.

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