Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping - Chapter 1194

[Chapter 1194 There are few sea gods: Princess Yazhai holds high (5)]
The moment I entered the door, there was a strong smell of rouge and gouache.
While the old bustard was looking for Liang Ji, Luo Qingchen wrote a few words and asked the errands in Yihong courtyard to help her bring the note to the father of the palace.
– I’m fine, don’t worry. Lin Ruojing is definitely not a kind person, so don’t expose it for now.
After all, parents in the world love her, and she doesn’t want her parents to worry after all.
But when she was looking for Liang Ji, she wanted to see what the rumored No. 1 card of Yihong Academy, this woman who had won the sincerity of a scumbag by virtue of her identity, looked like.
Liang Ji came a little slowly, so that she ran
“Knock, knock—” After the door knocked, a delicate voice sounded: “Mr. Luo, I am Liang Ji.”
Her voice was very soft, and it sounded like It’s as light as a cloud, and any man can’t help but tremble when he hears it.
At the beginning, Lin Ruojing was probably fascinated by such Liang Ji!
“Come in—” Luo Qingchen waved the Yueli folding fan with his right hand, and a faint smile rose from the corner of his mouth.
The moment Liang Ji pushed the door and came in, she was still taken aback, after all, she was really a virgin.
I saw that she was wearing a lotus-blue gold-colored satin skirt and a pair of milk-smoky satin and beaded embroidered shoes on her feet.
A hollow carved crystal hairpin is inserted obliquely in three thousand blue silks, and it looks so charming with a frown and a smile.
A tear mole under the corner of the eye is even more pitiful to me.
But to be honest, it’s not her boasting!
She felt that she was much prettier than this diva, at least those eyes were cleaner than hers.
Liang Ji tenderly bowed to him and said, “My lord, do you want to listen to Liang Ji’s music, or do you want to have a heart-to-heart talk with Liang Ji?”
She glanced at the money bag on the table at a glance, the golden corner was looming, and there were at least dozens of taels of gold in it.
As the top card of Yihong Academy, she can naturally know that the person in front of her is either rich or noble through very subtle things.
Then, we must take good care of it. Luo Qingchen
gently shook the wine glass in his hand, looked at her and said, “Drink with me?”
, Can’t help but make her feel nauseous.
It’s not that she looks down on women in brothels, but that she looks down on Liang Ji.
Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups.
“As for me, I don’t have much silver when I go out.” Luo Qingchen raised his right hand, weighed the gold in his hand, and said, “You want me to serve you comfortably tonight, and all the gold is yours!”
Not far away is still at sea Chu Ximo, who was looking at the starry night sky, sneezed loudly.
The subordinate beside him asked, “Master Di, be careful of catching a cold.”
Chu Ximo squinted her eyes halfway, frowned slightly and said, “Probably someone is scolding me…or doing something sorry for me!”
As it turned out, Luo Qingchen did do some things, but it wasn’t that I was sorry for him.
Just spent all the gold he gave her for an enemy.
Of course, although Liang Ji’s drinking capacity is good, she is not as good as Luo Qingchen.
She still got her drunk, and took away the token that Lin Ruojing gave her on her body.
For some things, it is more enjoyable to treat the person in the same way as the person, isn’t it?
Early the next morning, Luo Qingchen was waiting for Lin Ruojing at the gate of the palace.
At this moment, he was still dressed in a plain white robe, with tear moles in the corners of his eyes, but there was an unconcealable smile in the corners of his mouth.
Luo Qingchen arranged for someone to give him a letter, after all, he handed the token to him.
The content of the letter read: Wanchun Building in the east of the city, I will wait for you here, see you soon.
[End of This Chapter]
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