Mind reading, the emperor saw my fist hard

Chapter 350 Shura Field

Pingxi Hou stood up suddenly and looked at Miss Yuehua's wide dance skirt.

What does it mean that there is another person under Miss Yuehua’s skirt?

Could it be that Yuehua came to his manor to perform and did not forget to bring his little lover.

Thinking of this, Pingxi Hou's eyebrows raised, and he grabbed Yuehua's hand and pulled her up.

"Ouch!"

A young figure rolled out from Yuehua's skirt.

[Ah! I found out. This is boring. I still want to see how this girl fights with Pingxi Hou.]

Pingxi Hou almost couldn't help but look back. Xu Jinyu, this bastard, wanted to see him and Yuehua fighting. What were they fighting about?

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The faint laughter coming from outside the window made Pingxi Hou realize how many people were watching the fun.

Marquis Pingxi didn't dare to get angry with the people outside. Who knew who was outside? Maybe there were even the left and right prime ministers.

Anger gradually built up in his chest and rushed straight to his forehead. Pingxihou's face suddenly turned red and he shouted angrily: "Someone! Bring Yuehua..."

[Marquis Pingxi wants to kill someone, but on what basis? Don’t dancers have human rights? ]

Seeing Pingxi Hou's plan, Xu Jinyu clenched his fists in anger.

Zuo Yuanying enjoyed the gossip and immediately agreed: "Marquis Pingxi is too much. She is a dancer, not his wife or concubine. Why is he so angry?"

The Dali Temple official stroked his beard and said, "Don't worry, Pingxi Hou dare not break the law. The life of the dancer is also a life. If he dares to kill the dancer, I will impeach him tomorrow."

Pingxi Hou couldn't continue speaking. Do you want to lean over the window to discuss? Do you think I'm deaf?

Marquis Pingxi was furious and felt aggrieved.

But he really didn't dare to say it. If he dared to deal with Yuehua today, His Majesty would deal with him tomorrow.

With the addition of Lord Xu, the entire Cheng family might be in danger.

"Plop!"

Seeing the murderous intent in Pingxi Hou's eyes, Yuehua knelt on the ground and hugged Pingxi Hou's thighs.

"My Lord, Yuehua is ignorant. Please forgive her."

Marquis Pingxi looked up at the roof. How could he be merciful? If the punishment was too heavy, Lord Xu would be dissatisfied. If the punishment was too light, he would be uncomfortable.

Before Pingxi Hou could say anything, the young man who had crawled out from under Yuehua's skirt jumped up and grabbed Miss Yuehua's arm.

"Miss Yuehua, don't beg him. You are a dancer, not a slave in his family. It's up to him whether you live or die." Yuehua turned back to look at the young man, almost crying. "Can't you see I'm begging for mercy? Don't add fuel to the fire."

Suddenly, Xu Jinyu glanced at the Dali Temple Chief Justice beside him, and that look made the Dali Temple Chief Justice feel uneasy.

What does it mean? Xu Jinyu saw him going to a brothel through that system.

[What should we do? The young man is the son of the Dali Temple Minister. He is completely bewitched by Yuehua and now he is ready to fight against Pingxi Hou.]

[It was unfortunate for the Dali Temple official to see his own son being hurt while watching the fun. ]

"Sigh~~"

The Dali Temple's hand trembled, and a tuft of beard was pulled off.

The young man hiding under her skirt is her son.

Where did he get the money?

And isn't his son usually in the academy? When did he meet Yuehua?

At this moment, the Dali Temple Minister's face turned as ugly as that of Pingxi Marquis.

"Pfft!"

The rage in Pingxi Hou's heart seemed to be pierced by a hole, "Puchi! Puchi!" all came out, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He was unlucky, but there was someone more unlucky than him. He was not angry at all now. He just wanted to see how the Chief Justice of Dali Temple would face his son.

Yuehua was a little confused when she saw Pingxi Hou laughing for no apparent reason. He was about to start fighting and killing just now, so why did he suddenly start laughing again?

And he was smiling at Master Liu. Could he be planning to attack Master Liu?

Before Yuehua could think more, Pingxi Hou had already spoken.

"Mr. Liu, your father is such a serious person, how could he raise a son like you who is addicted to brothels? And some time ago I heard your father praise you that you can try to get out next year, so what? You got out in a brothel."

Liu Chuan's whole body stiffened, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet.

Pingxi Hou knows me, and seems to be quite familiar with my father. Why should I be so mean!

If his father knew that he was not in the academy, he would not be able to escape a beating.

He barely managed to hold on to his scholarly integrity and said, "The Marquis knows my father."

"Of course I know him." Pingxi Hou had a bright smile on his face.

"Then could you please keep it a secret, sir?" Liu Chuan requested.

"This is it!"

Pingxi Hou touched his chin.

"I can't guarantee that either, because your father is also here for this literary gathering, and he likes Miss Yuehua very much. He might be outside the door right now."

The Marquis of Pingxi mainly talks nonsense.

Yuehua: What is going on? Isn’t Liu Chuan a poor scholar? When did he become the son of the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple? And the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple also likes me. How come I didn’t know this?

The Dali Temple Minister clenched his fists: Marquis Pingxi is trying to provoke him to show up.

But he would not be fooled. As long as he didn't show up, the man hiding under the dancer's skirt was not his son.

Family disgrace should not be made public. Wait until the academy is on vacation and my son comes home to deal with him.

As for everyone knows.

no problem!

Such excitement happens once every three to five days, and it's fine as long as you don't make a big fuss.

After hearing what Pingxi Hou said, Liu Chuan felt numb. His father was also in this literary gathering, so he wondered whether he should escape quickly.

[Hehehe... The Dali Temple Minister's son was not completely bewitched, he was pretending to be bewitched. Everything was fake, just for the sake of living off her. He never gave this Miss Yuehua any money.]

[He also made up a story about himself as a poor scholar, supported by a dancer.]

[How poor is the Dali Temple official? They are so poor that they even set their sights on the dancers. How immoral! ]