C6 Forced Marriage the King of the Southwest

The bazaar from ancient times was quite lively.

Jiang Yong heard the peddlers shouting in his ears from time to time, and he looked at this toy from time to time. He looked at those small pastries and ate them.

The male lead followed behind him and paid for Jiang Yong from time to time. Not only did he not complain, his gaze was also doting on him. The onlookers were rather envious of him.

"Customer, you're here again. Do you miss me?"

"Quick, please come in."

"..."

These shouts sounded very familiar. It was especially similar to the call of a woman from a certain building when he was watching television.

Jiang Yong looked towards the source of the sound, and saw several girls wearing gorgeous outfits waving the silk scarves in the air. Unconsciously, he followed them.

When the woman's handkerchief touched his cheek, Jiang Yong suddenly couldn't move a single step.

"Huh?" Jiang Yong felt weird as his neck was a bit strangled.

"Sloth, this is not a place you should be." The male lead's voice was unexpectedly low, as if he was warning Ye Zichen of something.

Jiang Yong caressed the man's hand. He turned around and shook the man's hand, pretending to be sweet and spoiled, "Your highness, I've never been to this kind of place before."

These words made Guan Jiawei feel slightly better. However, Jiang Yong's next sentence did not appeal to him.

"As a man, entering the land of fireworks isn't a waste of your life. Don't you want to try, Your Royal Highness?"

Guan Jiawei's expression did not change at all: "Try what?"

Jiang Yong looked around and whispered into the male host's ear, "Let's see how different these custom women are from those girls who don't know how to react when they're having fun."

Guan Jiawei's eyes darkened.

Jiang Yong tried to pull the man in, but he couldn't. The male lead appeared to be weak and weak, but his strength was truly a bit too great.

"Isn't it enough to have This King?"

"Prince, what are you saying? You're a man, how can you compare with them?" Jiang Yong said indifferently.

"You're saying …" Guan Jiawei's face showed a hint of awkwardness. His face immediately darkened and even his tone became a bit more hurried: "This King can't even compare to them."

Jiang Yong was very tired: he just wanted to go to a brothel. Was it that difficult?

"Don't be angry, Your Highness. I didn't mean it that way. Your Highness naturally can be compared to them." Don't be angry, don't be angry. We're not going, not anymore. " Jiang Yong held Guan Jiawei's hand and quickly left.

Taking advantage that the male lead wasn't paying attention, Jiang Yong sneakily glanced back at the building — Ten Thousand Flowers House.

The hour.

The back door of King of Southwest's residence slightly opened, revealing a sneaky person.

Tonight, King of Southwest had been busy with matters of the imperial court, so he probably wouldn't go back to his room.

With this bold idea in mind, Jiang Yong sneaked out while the guards in the mansion were changing shifts.

He weighed the valuable item in his hand and laughed arrogantly: "Ten Thousand Flowers House, I'm coming."

"..."

"Sir, would you like a stronger or lighter wine?"

Jiang Yong immediately understood what he meant. Upon hearing the wine, Jiang Yong recalled the cold personality of the male lead. He twitched his mouth and said, "Strong alcohol."

"Alright."

Following that, the charming woman gave him a bottle of wine. Jiang Yong stared at the wine helplessly: "Why don't you order some side dishes?"

"Of course there is. It's just that I need you to taste the wine first. This way, the side dishes will be even sweeter. "

"Right." Jiang Yong couldn't wait to get started. He would do whatever others told him to do, he didn't think about people at all.

It was only three cups, but Jiang Yong's vision had already become blurry. At this moment, the woman who passed him the wine withdrew. From behind the curtain, a slim and tall woman slowly walked over.

"Beauty, arrived … "Come here."

The woman sat beside Jiang Yong.

Jiang Yong immediately patted his thigh, "Beauty, how can such a small chair be enough to sit on? Come sit on my lap."

The woman seemed a bit surprised. "This, this isn't good right?"

This voice sounded a bit rough …

The uneasiness in his heart washed away Jiang Yong's doubts. He grabbed the woman's slender hand and pulled her into his embrace.

There was no reason not to take advantage of the warm fragrance in his bosom. Jiang Yong immediately kissed the woman on the face.

The girl in his embrace froze.

Jiang Yong laughed, "What, you're still a chick, why are you so shy?"

In his blurry vision, Jiang Yong saw her shake her head. Then, she seemed to smile as well and passed glasses of wine to Jiang Yong.

Jiang Yong drank too much and could not extricate himself as he was immersed in the warmth and gentleness of the village. He was pushed to wake up the next day.

When Jiang Yong saw the blue sky outside, he felt a headache coming on. He got out of bed in a hurry to find his clothes. His legs went soft once again. In his heart, he praised the Ten Thousand Flowers House: I didn't know that the beauty's skills were pretty good.

When Jiang Yong sneakily entered the mansion from the back door, an indigo robe appeared in front of him. In this residence, only the prince was dressed like this.

Jiang Yong prayed in his heart: Don't be a prince, don't be a prince.

When he raised his head and saw the face of the elegant person, Jiang Yong's heart skipped a beat and he almost stopped beating.

"Princess, where did you go after not returning for the entire night?" The man's lips curled up slightly, but there was no trace of emotion in his tone.

Jiang Yong felt guilty: he couldn't possibly tell the male lead that he had spent the night with a beauty.

In that case, someone would die.