Chapter 250 Where can I learn to play the flute?

Different from Zhao Xun's anxiety.

Xu Chunlin enjoyed the imported delicacies and teased the red musk deer beside him from time to time. The red musk deer was like a red carp, circling around Xu Chunlin, the "pearl".

It's like the moon surrounded by stars.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly!" Xu Chunlin deliberately teased Zhao Xun.

Then he leaned on his hands and pretended to be admiring a beauty, not taking Zhao Xun seriously at all.

Today, Yu Youwei wore a gorgeous embroidered fur coat bought from Qingxie Silk Shop. It was a typical Western Chu style, and could be described as a pile of red brocade that was both sad and plain.

Unfortunately, it was a little too strict in Xu Chunlin's eyes. He didn't like Yu Youwei's breasts being slightly exposed, but he also didn't want to lose some of her charm.

Yu Youwei is a beauty with a charming figure, especially those two proud piles of plump breasts. Xu Chunlin is a bastard who has seen and tasted her temptation.

Yu Youwei was wrapped so tightly that even the chance of her imagination was killed. Fortunately, she held the beloved white cat in her arms, which squeezed out some of her natural beauty from her chest.

Xu Chunlin smiled and said to himself: "It's not in vain that I raised you, Wu Meiniang, here's a fish for you!"

As he spoke, Xu Chunlin picked up a piece of crystal clear fish sashimi and threw it lightly.

Wu Meiniang was also very slippery. She jumped up and caught it in mid-air, swallowed it in two or three bites, and licked it excitedly with her pink cat tongue.

Zhao Xun is a cunning man, but not too deep. There is a hint of anger in his eyes.

But in the current situation, he had to suppress his temper and pleaded again: "Brother Xu, please help me to repel the enemy in Qingzhou. I will report back to you. As long as my Jing'an Palace has it, you can ask for it."

"Oh? Anything?"

Xu Chunlin shook his wine glass and said slowly, "I heard that Princess Jing'an is a very beautiful woman. If I remember correctly, she is on the list this time. She is nearly 40 years old and still on the list. She must be a very beautiful woman. Such a rare beauty is really hard to see."

"I also heard that her skin was as white as cream. Rumor has it that the Prince of Jing'an, who had won the beauty, had a refined hobby and hid a three-foot-tall jade statue."

"Embracing a beauty and playing with a jade woman at night, the woman is more charming than the jade woman, it is really the envy of others. Just listening to it can make all the playboys in the world drool. I, the world's number one playboy, also yearn for it."

"On a moonlit night at the Twenty-Four Bridges, where does the beautiful lady teach me how to play the flute?"

"I have no shortage of gold, silver, and other valuables in Beiliang, but I lack a caring and understanding person who can warm my bed. In the Jing'an Palace, I only want Pei Nanwei."

"you……!!!"

Faced with Xu Chunlin's extremely humiliating words, Zhao Xun slammed the table and stood up, even drawing his sword, pointing it at Xu Chunlin, and angrily said: "How dare you bully me like this!"

He had been secretly keeping an eye on Pei Nanwei, and even hid a woman who looked somewhat similar to her in a yard somewhere. Xu Chunlin's words undoubtedly touched Zhao Xun's taboo.

But at the moment Zhao Xun drew his sword, three sharp swords were placed on his neck at the same time. If he moved the slightest, blood would be drawn.

There were also several other sharp blades, pointing at his back, chest, eyebrows and other fatal parts.

Zhao Xun couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw this, but just this extremely slight movement left a blood mark on his neck.

Xu Chunlin waved his hand, asking the guards to withdraw their weapons, and said with a smile: "It seems that Prince Jing'an has forgotten that this is my Beiliang tent. Your life is in my hands."

Xu Chunlin stood up, walked in front of him, patted Zhao Xun on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Go back and talk to your father. Xiangfan is in danger now. Let him choose between the throne and the beauty. I believe he will make the right choice."

After Zhao Xun left in a daze.

Huabao snorted coldly: "You really can eat anything, and you don't mind if it hurts your teeth."

Xu Chunlin smiled and said, "Pei Nanwei is just an excuse. Even if Jing'an King Zhao Heng really sent her here, do you think I would send troops?"

Hua Baoer shook her head. As Xu Chunlin's personal guard since childhood, she knew very well who was responsible for the current situation in Xiangfan City.

How could he give up his plan just for a woman?

Xu Chunlin looked coldly in the direction of Xiangfan City and told Ye Bu Shou in the dark: "That Jing'an Prince Zhao Heng thought that the Qingzhou Navy was his retreat."

"A way out? Ridiculous!"

"Send a message to Zhou Yu to cut off his retreat!" "Let the Yellow Turban Army catch the turtle in the jar. The turtle shell of Xiangfan City is the best grave for Zhao Heng and his son."

That night, Bu Shou nodded, and the shadow squirmed and then disappeared.

At the very beginning, the fate of Prince Jing'an and his son had already been determined by Xu Chunlin.

After several years of infiltration and with the help of Wang Linquan, the Qingzhou Navy, once the number one navy in Liyang, has become a sieve. With the assistance of Lu Su, Gan Xingba and others, Zhou Yu has already firmly controlled it and it will only obey his orders.

Xu Chunlin was seen unfolding a scroll on the table with several people's names written on it. He used a cinnabar pen to lightly cross out the name of Jing'an King Zhao Heng.

Then he picked up the wine glass and gently spilled it on the ground.

"As my first opponent, respect to you!"

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In Prince Jing'an's Palace.

Zhao Xun knelt on the ground, nodded and lowered his brows, and told Jing'an King Zhao Heng exactly what Xu Chunlin said.

Zhao Heng laughed angrily. Even though he was already in his forties and would soon be over fifty, he still had an outstanding demeanor and one could tell at a glance that he was a handsome man when he was young.

There is a secret story in unofficial history that the reason why Prince Jing'an was the most favored by the Queen Mother and was given the nickname Tanlang was because Zhao Heng was handsome since childhood, and was also filial and docile, so he was the only prince who enjoyed the Queen Mother's love.

After he came of age, he became even more handsome and had the body of a tiger and the arms of a monkey. Official history records that the Sixth Prince was handsome and good at riding and shooting. He held a spear in his hand and rode a fine horse. He could fly out of the battle formation and no one could stop him, which shows that Zhao Heng had unparalleled style in those days.

But now, where is that charm?
His eyes were filled with hideous bloodshot, appearing gloomy and terrifying, just like an evil ghost, and his eyes were even more vicious.

The newly held Bodhi rosary in his hand suddenly broke, and the beads fell onto the white jade floor of the silent hall, making a harsh and eerie sound.

Zhao Heng, who destroyed the string of Buddhist beads with his own hands, no longer tried to hide his anger. He stared at the princess with a ferocious face and said with gritted teeth, "Shameless thing, even that bastard Xu Quezi wants you after hearing your name, you bitch!!!"

Princess Pei did not refute and allowed Prince Jing'an to humiliate her. At this moment, she was like a statue of Bodhisattva, without any vitality at all.

Prince Jing'an did not give up. He walked forward and grabbed the princess's hair again, dragged her and threw her to the ground, yelling and cursing: "Pei Nanwei, how can I be unworthy of a lowly bitch like you?!"

"In the past ten years, have you ever treated me as your husband? Who am I? Do you know? I am only one step away from the throne, one step!!!"

"Who in the world is more qualified to wear the dragon robe than me!"

Princess Pei, with her black hair scattered on the ground like a blooming green lotus, finally raised her head and asked calmly, "Since I am a slut, how can I be worthy of you?"

Jing'an Prince Zhao Heng's expression froze, and there was no more sinisterness in his eyes. He squatted down, stretched out his hand to try to touch the princess's face, and said softly: "Wei'er, did I hurt you?"

This shows that his temperament is unreasonably cruel.

Princess Pei turned her head away and said softly, "It doesn't hurt."

Zhao Heng was completely enraged by her evasive action, and he slapped her, causing her, the princess, to fall to the cool floor.

He suddenly stood up and shouted angrily: "Mr. Pei, you are deader than a dead person. Since you have such a backbone, why don't you just die?"

"Why didn't you accompany your father to die for the country? Throw yourself into a well. There are 64 wells in the palace. Hang yourself from the beam. I have rewarded you with so much brocade and silk over the years. Crash against the railing. There are many places in the palace."

Princess Pei didn't look at the wolf-like Prince Jing'an, but said coldly with a sad expression: "I am afraid of death, so I married you."

Prince Jing'an felt infinite disgust, turned his back to the woman whom he had never seen clearly in more than ten years, and said bluntly: "Get lost!"

Pei Nanwei stood up, straightened her hair and clothes, and was about to turn around and leave.

"return!"

"Wash yourself up properly, and then I'll let Xun'er take you to Jizhou!"

Pei Nanwei turned around suddenly, only to meet the calm eyes of Jing'an King Zhao Heng, which were as deep as a pool.

(End of this chapter)