After a drink, the couple greeted each other at the table to fulfill their friendship as the landlord.

After celebrating the wine, the owner of the manor shouted loudly: "Okay, everyone drink slowly, and when they turn around, there will be servants to arrange the room for everyone to rest."

"Thank you, the owner!"

"You're welcome, if you like it, you can stay for a few more days."

When the owner and his wife left, the scholars immediately whispered to each other...

Including Qin Song and others, they were also envious and jealous.

"Oh, I don't know when this manor has cultivated the blessings that he actually found such a wonderful person."

"Yes, just one look makes people unable to stop..."

"I don't know if she has a sister..."

"Amitabha, all the young masters, have a knife on the head of the word "Se"!"

Shifang put his hands together and said seriously.

"Hehe, Shifang, don't think I don't know. You have been sneaking around just now, are you?"

Qin Song couldn't help but quip.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

I looked at the nose with my eyes in the ten directions, and I read a Buddha's name together.

When everyone was almost drunk, the servants from the villa led them to the East Courtyard to rest.

If you don’t have any treatment, it’s all in a single room.

Moreover, the room is not small and the facilities are very complete, with a few cases, characters, paintings, screens and piano tables, which show the strong financial resources of the owner of the villa everywhere.

"Young Master Mo, the little monk is next door..."

Before entering the house, Shifang said meaningfully to Mo Ziming.

People who don’t know think there is something wrong with the two.

The room was lit with incense, which was faint, like orchid, musk, and sandalwood. It seemed a bit expensive.

Mo Ziming walked around the room with his hands behind his back, admired the decorations in the room for a while, and then took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed to adjust his breathing.

Tonight, he is not ready to go to bed, just in case of an accident.

About an hour later...

“Du~Du~”

Two light sounds sounded outside the door.

"who?"

Mo Ziming couldn't help but open his eyes and asked.

"Squeak~"

No one responded, but the door was pushed open.

A graceful figure walked in, bringing a wisp of intoxicating fragrance.

"Mrs. Yan? Why are you?"

Mo Ziming was shocked and looked at the other party in disbelief.

The woman entering the house was the lady who had attracted everyone to move before.

"Shh!"

Mrs. Yan stretched out a green onion finger and pressed it on her plump red lips.

This action is very seductive.

Then, she saw her other hand stretching out from behind and shook a painting: "Young Master, did you draw this painting?"

Mo Ziming subconsciously saw it and nodded: "Yes, it was exactly what Xiaosheng drew."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yan smiled sweetly...

Lock the door with your backhand.

"Madam, this...isn't this good? It's midnight..."

Mo Ziming turned over and got out of bed and put his shoes on his feet.

"You really don't understand the charm~"

Mrs. Yan said coquettishly and walked up slowly.

"Are you not beautiful enough?"

"No, no, on the contrary, the lady is really beautiful..."

Mo Ziming was quite calm. While perfunctory, he secretly performed the induction technique.

Strangely, there seems to be nothing wrong with this woman, she doesn't look like a ghost or a monster.

What exactly does she want to do?

"Oh, maybe the young master really misunderstood me."

The next moment, the woman sighed softly and sat at the table with the painting, looking very resentful.

"That... I don't know what the lady is about?"

Mo Ziming tentatively said.

"Actually, it was my idea to open the villa this time."

Why is it getting started again?

There was no way, Mo Ziming followed her question and asked: "Madam opens the villa to entertain me. Does it mean that there is any deep meaning?"

"Yes, I'm looking for someone."

Mrs. Yan nodded.

"Looking for someone?"

Mo Ziming was stunned.

"Yes, looking for someone whom I have been thinking about day and night, I wonder if the young master is interested in listening to my story?"

Listen to the story?

Well, I'm going to see what the hell is this woman doing tonight.

So Mo Ziming smiled and said, "Since the lady doesn't mind, if she pushes her back, she will seem a bit pretentious."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yan couldn't help but smile, paused, and began to tell her own story.

"My name is Li, and her name is Wan Ji..."

Li Wanji?
Chapter completed!