Here, Zhang Tingen was accompanied by two beautiful young men and women, and was chatting about life without mentioning it.

These young men have received special training and have a wide range of knowledge. Even chatting with Zhang Tingen, the little yellow party, makes Zhang Tingen feel like a common language.

Zhao Dongting was led by the servant to the outside of Shi Lao's room.

This is a private room, with a scent of fragrance on your shoulders.

The servant shouted softly outside, "Miss Poetry?"

There was a pretty good voice inside, but "Young Master Zhao has arrived?"

Zhao Dongting smiled, "It's me."

"Please come in."

The servant helped Zhao Dongting open the door, and Zhao Dongting walked inside.

When she got into the house, there was a beauty who was dressing up in front of the mirror. She was really beautiful.

Zhao Dongting looked at her face in the bronze mirror and her slim back. When the servant closed the door, he chuckled and said, "Do I call you Shi Lao or Ashima?"

Ashima turned around and bit her lip gently, charming and shy, "Then should I call you Mr. Zhao or call you..."

Zhao Dongting said: "Of course I call me Mr. Zhao outside."

"Then you call me Poetry, too." Ashima said.

Her eyes were very happy and even more ashamed.

Zhao Dongting nodded without comment. He felt a little strange in his heart, and he didn't expect to play "role play" with Ashima here.

Ashima stood up from the dressing mirror and reached out to Zhao Dongting, "Please sit down, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Dongting walked to the table and sat down.

Ashima sat opposite him.

Both of them were smiling and looking at each other.

In the end, Zhao Dongting took the lead in speaking, "Why don't you come to Changsha to see me directly?"

But Ashima said, "Enter the palace? What palace is it?"

Zhao Dongting was a little amused and crying in an instant.

It seems that Ashima is going to carry out "role play" to the end!

He nodded helplessly and said, "Okay! I wonder what Miss Poetry has to teach you?"

But Ashima said, "The young master wrote the second half of the poem "The Song of Peach Blossom Temple" to see the poet. Now that he sees the poet, why do he ask the poet what he has to do with his teachings?"

Zhao Dongting scratched his head, really didn't know what to say.

This made Ashima chuckle.

Then Zhao Dongting followed the rhythm of Ashima. He played the role of Mr. Zhao, and she played the role of the poet. The two people seemed to have gradually got to know each other from the stage when they were not acquainted.

Time passes quietly.

Ashima looked a little immersed in it.

The more you drink, the more you drink.

This made her cheeks look like the sunset, and she was even more charming and charming. Zhao Dongting was also a little drunk.

It seemed like the whole room was filled with the fragrance of wine.

At some point, the light suddenly went out.

Ashima asked Zhao Dongting like a murmuring, "The poet has a fate with the prince. I wonder if the prince is willing to be the guest of the poet's bed?"

Zhao Dongting has dry mouth.

I guess it's a man who can't help it now, let alone the two of them know each other's feelings long ago.

Even Zhao Dongting had half accepted Ashima before, when Ashima returned to China, he made an appointment to go to Boni to find her if he had time.

After finding it, Ashima could not become his woman naturally?

Now it's just about taking this matter in advance.

I will not mention the red waves.

The emperor of the Song Dynasty, the prince of Boni, in this private room of Huayu Tower... was probably something no one could have imagined.

Maybe Zhang Tingen would have some speculations, but he would definitely not dare to say it out.

He was accompanied by two young men downstairs. When he first arrived here, he felt a little overjoyed.

It took a while for the first time to stop.

Ashima lies in Zhao Dongting's arms.

Zhao Dongting sniffed, stroked her hair and said, "Why should I call you Ashima or Shi Lao?"

"In the Song Dynasty, I am called Poetry Master." Ashima said.

Zhao Dongting nodded slightly, and then said, "Why did you suddenly remember to come to Changsha as a Chaozhou courtesan to attend the courtesan conference? And it was so turbulent? Just to lure me out?"

There was a pink from the inside out left on Ashima's face, and she bit her lip gently and said, "Yes, let's see if you will appear."

Zhao Dongting said: "What if I didn't show up?"

Ashima said shyly: "Then wait until you appear."

Zhao Dongting laughed loudly.

I was warm in the room for a long time, and it was almost dark outside.

A servant asked the poet outside if he wanted to bring the wine and food in. Ashima's pretty face turned red in an instant. Then he urged Zhao Dongting to get up.

Zhao Dongting did not plan to have dinner in Huayulou, and said to Ashima: "Don't you plan to go back to the palace with me now?"

Ashima bit her lip, but said, "Shi Lao is waiting for you in Huayulou, okay? Now, it's not the time to enter the palace..."

Zhao Dongting didn't know what she was thinking, but he seemed to have a habit of not knowing whether it was an advantage or a disadvantage. Listen to women's words and his own women's words.

Now Ashima is undoubtedly his woman.

So although Zhao Dongting was confused, he didn't ask much, just nodded, "Okay."

He knew that if Ashima wanted to say it, he would definitely say it.

Zhao Dongting stayed at Huayulou for dinner.

The two of them who had just passed by the rain sat opposite the dining table, which was very polite to respect each other. After the meal, Zhao Dongting smiled badly again.

This made Ashima's pretty face instantly red as the sunset.

But she was destined to be unable to escape Zhao Dongting's claws.

I think she spent a lot of time choosing a courtesan, living in this Huayu Tower and waiting for Zhao Dongting to appear. It's really no different from attracting a wolf into the house.

Of course, she was very happy to be eaten by this wolf.

When Zhao Dongting left Huayu Tower, he seemed more energetic than when he came. Zhang Tingen was a little drunk.

After walking out of Huayu Tower, Zhao Dongting did not plan to take him back to the palace and let him go home by himself. Zhang Tingen knew that the emperor's cultivation was much better than him, so he did not force him.

Ashima lay in the Hongxiutianxiang Pavilion, her eyes were blurred, and she was stunned and smiled from time to time.

Of course she had her own ideas. Zhao Dongting was destined to be unable to speculate.

...

Zhao Dongting, who had returned to the palace, was surrounded by women as soon as he returned to the bedroom.

This attitude of the three yamen to judge made Zhao Dongting, who was in the Zhenwu realm, feel a little scared.

"Your Majesty, why did you go out of the palace? Why did you come back so late?" Le Chan asked with a smile.

The other girls also looked smiling.

They all smile without showing their teeth.

But who knows if they are gritting their teeth inside their lips?

Zhao Dongting had actually thought of several reasons on the way back, but at this moment, a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind, "Telling a lie to a woman may require another thousand lies to fulfill the lie."

This made him shudder and honestly explained: "I'm leaving the palace to meet the new courtesan."

"Um?"

Le Chan's face changed first, and she said quietly: "Your Majesty, what are you doing when you meet her? You don't really want to add another sister to us, right?"

Her expression was grieving, as if she was still full of danger.
Chapter completed!