Yes, the group of three swaggered into a brothel again.
Although this town is small, there are two or three brothels, and once the men enter, they never seem to come out.
Not knowing how long she had stood there, Lu Lili turned around and went back to the inn.
[Host, you’re crying.]
Hearing the sudden voice from the system, she replied in her mind, “I’m not.“
[Host, you’re so sad that you’re crying.]
“Not really, it’s just that the wind was too strong, and my eyes felt uncomfortable.“
[…]
Forget it, it’s better not to argue with its host!
Inside the brothel—
Lu Lili imagined how Pei Yijian would be in there: holding wine in hand, with beautiful women in his embrace.
In reality, Pei Yijian was standing in front of a desk, holding a brush to paint.
The woman in the painting was wearing a pink dress, with a charming smile and exquisitely beautiful facial features that were unforgettable.
This room resembled a study, not too big nor too small, but it was the most secretive place in this brothel.
Zhou Yue and Wen Qijin are the same, without fine wine in hand or beautiful women in their embrace.
The entire study room only has the three of them.
Zhou Yue is sitting at another desk, painting his folding fan. He is skilled and fast, and has already finished three or four fans in an instant.
After all, every time he encounters a situation that requires him to show his weapon, he always throws a fan in a cool and handsome manner.
The action is cool and boosts his morale, but it does consume the fans, so he has to paint some spares.
Among the three people, Wen Qijin is the only one focused on his work.
At this moment, he looks serious, writing a letter.
The ink on the encrypted paper, dipped by the pen, falls onto the paper, which still remains blank.
Only after undergoing special treatment will the writing become visible.
The three of them are earnestly engaged in their tasks, showing no trace of their usual extravagant behavior in front of others.
After finishing ten folding fans, Zhou Yue proudly and satisfactorily puts down his brush.
He paints landscapes on them and even writes poems to accompany the landscapes.
In the eyes of outsiders, they might think that he, as a pampered playboy, holding this folding fan is just pretending to be refined. But in fact, this is his true talent.
After Zhou Yue stopped writing, he walked over to Pei Yijian with great interest to see his painting.
“Brother Pei, you’re painting the Twelfth Princess again!” Zhou Yue couldn’t help but laugh.
Why did he say “again”?
Zhou Yue clearly remembered that the first time they met the Twelfth Princess, the three of them entered the secret study room of the Yihong Courtyard, and Pei Yijian immediately drew the Twelfth Princess dressed in men’s clothing.
Of course, at that time, they didn’t know that Lu Lili was the Twelfth Princess, they just found this girl interesting.
She deliberately followed them all the way, but she denied it and kept insisting that she was a man, as if they couldn’t see that she was actually a girl.
At that time, Zhou Yue couldn’t help but ask Pei Yijian, “Brother Pei, why are you drawing her?”
There were beautiful girls everywhere, and Zhou Yue didn’t feel anything special.
If it weren’t for seeing Pei Yijian drawing this girl in men’s clothing, Zhou Yue would have already forgotten about her by now.
At that time, Pei Yijian didn’t even lift his head and replied, “Nothing, I just really wanted to draw her.”
This time, Pei Yijian replied without lifting his head, “Yeah, I wanted to draw her.”
“Hey, you painted so well!” Zhou Yue could only praise him.
“Brother Zhou, Brother Pei, the letter is written!” Wen Qijin has already stuffed the letter into an envelope.
The two standing together looked at Wen Qijin in unison.
Pei Yijian was finally willing to lift his head and his lips curved slightly. “Brother Wen, did you follow our agreement and not mention the encounter with the Twelfth Princess outside the palace in the letter?”
“Of course,” Wen Qijin replied with a faint smile. “If His Majesty finds out, the Twelfth Princess will be in trouble.”
The three of them grew up together, helping and trusting each other.
Pei Yijian continued painting with peace of mind, just a few more strokes and it would be complete.
Zhou Yue also went to tidy up the folding fan he had finished painting.
Unnoticed by anyone, Wen Qijin’s gaze subtly changed as he lowered his head to tidy up the brushes and ink.