The Return of the Demon

#1203 - Every word hurts

Inside the hall, Prince Qing was leaning on the soft couch of the main seat, holding a teacup, his posture lazy and charming.

There were more than twenty male concubines, arranged in two rows and standing neatly in the center.

The reason why Ning Chen confirmed that they were his concubines was because these people all had red lips and white teeth and were born with good looks.

Seeing the butler leading Ning Chen and Feng Qi in, Prince Qing was too lazy to stand up and said lazily, "Are you here? Sit anywhere."

He said to sit anywhere, but he patted the empty seat next to him.

Ning Chen rolled his eyes. He knew that this slutty bitch had always been lusting after his body.

He walked over and sat down on the chair next to him, not getting close to King Qing.

She was not worried about herself, but for Prince Qing. If the empress knew about it, she would have to kill her.

Prince Qing waved his hand and said in a tender voice, "Someone, bring the tea!"

The maid served tea.

Ning Chen took a sip, then looked at Prince Qing and pointed at those concubines, "You are... committing adultery in broad daylight?

Are we here at the wrong time? Should I come back later? "

Prince Qing smiled charmingly and said, "They were just sent to the Xianggu Pavilion. I was asked to pick a few to keep for use. It just so happened that you caught up with them."

Xiangguguan is a male brothel, also called Fengke... It is equivalent to the difference between Jiaofangsi and Goulan, one is a state-owned enterprise and the other is private.

King Qing continued, "How about it, what do you think of these little singers?"

These people are called rabbits, little singers, and little prostitutes in Xianggu Pavilion.

Only when he has a master can he be called a mian shou.

Ning Chen looked at these lovers curiously. Wow, some of them were more beautiful than women.

The world may not be developed in other aspects, but this kind of thing is no worse than modern times, and may even be better than modern times.

The postures described in the strange book he had obtained before were no longer available now.

However, after hearing what Prince Qing said, Ning Chen's mouth couldn't stop twitching, "Don't ask me, it's not my choice."

King Qing smiled sweetly, "If you like, you can pick two."

Ning Chen waved his hands repeatedly, with goose bumps all over his body, "Thank you, please keep it for yourself."

At the same time, he was a little angry. Looking at those concubines, he said with some regret: "Men are born into this world and should be made marquises when they are young, but what about you? You are really wasting your eight-foot-tall bodies... As men, why do you treat yourselves like this? It's better to die on the battlefield than to live like this, right?"

Among them, a concubine with red lips and white teeth, with shy eyes, bowed gracefully, "I have heard for a long time that Your Highness is talented, and today I see that he is indeed extraordinary.

The prince is not only beautiful, but also talented in both civil and military affairs. If the prince chooses me, I will serve you well, even if I die, I will have no regrets!"

Looking at the other party's shy behavior and listening to his delicate voice, Ning Chen was choked by his own saliva and started coughing violently.

Ning Chen subconsciously grabbed the teacup and took two sips.

"My Lord, are you okay?"

The concubine who had just spoken came over gracefully. Her steps were like lotus flowers, more graceful and charming than those of a woman.

"Don't come over here..."

Ning Chen was so frightened that his face changed and he even forgot to draw his sword. He flew into the air and hung directly on the beam.

The concubine looked up at Ning Chen with a face full of grievance.

Prince Qing stared in amazement at Ning Chen, who climbed up and sat on the beam with a look of fear on his face. Then he started to chuckle, laughing so hard that he fell backwards, like an old hen laying eggs.

"Come here, take them all away first. Look how scared my distinguished guest is. Hahahaha..."

The butler took everyone away.

The lover just now looked at Ning Chen reluctantly when he left.

Ning Chen's scalp went numb and he almost fell off the beam.

King Qing smiled and said, "Come down, they are all gone."

Ning Chen then jumped down from the beam, brushed off the dirt on his body, and looked unhappy.

Prince Qing's eyes were fixed on Ning Chen with great interest.

Ning Chen turned his head and saw Feng Qi smiling lewdly.

Ning Chen was startled and frowned, "Old Feng, what are you thinking about?"

Feng Qizheng chuckled and said, "I just discovered that some of the singers are prettier than women."

Ning Chen looked at him warily, "Old Feng, you are not..."

Feng Qizheng said hurriedly: "No, absolutely not, I just thought that there were a few girls who looked better than women. Don't you understand me? I always go to the Jiaofangsi to find two girls at a time. I have no interest in men. Now I only have Xiaoyue in my heart."

Ning Chen breathed a sigh of relief. "If you have such thoughts, then I can only transfer you to guard the border."

"No, never... I still have to continue the Feng family's lineage."

Ning Chen believes that Lao Feng is not gay. This guy is even tougher than a straight man.

Prince Qing laughed so hard that tears came out. While wiping his tears, he joked, "I didn't expect that the famous Regent King Daxuan, who is feared by all the nations, would actually be afraid of something?"

Ning Chen rolled his eyes at her.

King Qing smiled sweetly and said, "If we were on the battlefield and the enemy sent out a group of little singers, wouldn't they be able to defeat you easily?"

Ning Chen snorted and said, "People like this would cry for a long time even if a thorn stuck in their hand, right?

On the battlefield, they are the enemy... Do you think they will be harder to kill than experienced soldiers?"

This time it was Prince Qing's turn to roll his eyes, "You really don't know how to be gentle with women."

Ning Chen: “…”

Prince Qing continued, "Did you notice that one of them looked very similar to you? I decided to let him stay and serve.

After all, I really don’t dare to touch it, so I’ll just play with a fake one.”

Ning Chen's expression suddenly froze, and his face darkened when he realized what was going on. "You're fucking poisonous, right? Which one of them looks like me?"

King Qing said: "The fourth one in the first row, although not as heroic as you, he looks a bit like you."

Feng Qizheng said: "I also found that there is one who does look a lot like you."

Ning Chen turned his head stiffly and looked at Feng Qizheng, gritting his teeth and said, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Then, he turned back to look at Prince Qing, "I said, can't you do something serious in a day? You are a prince after all, how can you be so arrogant and extravagant... If you have nothing to do, wouldn't it be nice to help the empress share her worries?"

Prince Qing shrugged lazily, “Only by staying away from government affairs can you live longer.

I am the prince of Wu State. Who said I was lucky? Born rich and noble, how can I live up to my origins if I don't live a life of luxury and debauchery? I can't let down the kindness of God.

Besides, isn't it good for me to be like this? Do I have to be like you, the Great Xuan Imperial Family, with fathers and sons turning against each other, brothers killing each other, and princes rebelling one after another, leading to war everywhere, shaking the foundation of the country, breaking up the country, and the people living in misery?"

Ning Chen's face turned dark, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. This woman was really poisonous, and every word she said was heartbreaking.

Prince Qing looked at Ning Chen charmingly, "Prince, why are you silent? Are you born to be quiet?"

Ning Chen: “…”