I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon-Chapter 41 - 34: Freeloading is an Art (2-in-1 - )_2

Chapter 41: Chapter 34: Freeloading is an Art (2-in-1 Chapter)_2

"Brother, why are you laughing? Don’t tell me you don’t believe it?"

The man turned his head upon hearing the voice, his expression displeased.

Qin Shou shook his head and said, "I just thought of something funny... It’s nothing, you continue."

Seeing that each of them was full of youthful vigor and not easy to provoke, the man in the white robe did not say anything more.

His storytelling mood disrupted by the interruption, he simply picked up his wine cup and started drinking with his companions.

...

Half a stick of incense later.

The sound of silk and bamboo instruments rose, and from behind the curtains, a number of dancing girls emerged.

Their appearances were lovely, their waists slim and their hips perky, dressed in thin, gauzy skirts. They stretched their graceful bodies, dancing delicately among the square tables.

As the hem of their skirts fluttered, the inadvertently revealed glimpses of springtime captivated the viewers.

And the dancing girls were also assessing the guests.

If they took a fancy to someone, they would sit next to him, lift their wine cups for a shared drink, and that would seal the deal.

Guests could also take the initiative to choose, but it would naturally cost more silver.

"Qingya House truly lives up to its reputation, the quality is impressive!"

"Why do I feel that the girl in the green skirt is looking at me?"

"Nonsense, she’s clearly looking at me!"

Qin Shou and his companions straightened their clothes, standing tall.

Watching the several frenzied and competitive animals, Chen Mo shook his head disdainfully and then silently fixed his hairstyle, posing with a noble and attractive demeanor.

Although he was surrounded by peerless beauties, most were only for looking and not for enjoying—the only one he had ’tasted’ was the feet of the Empress.

As a virile Martial Artist, he too needed to release, otherwise it wouldn’t be good for his physical and mental health.

A dancing girl in a red dress glanced over and upon seeing Chen Mo, clean-cut and handsome as jade, her eyes lit up.

Such a handsome young master!

Although the process was more or less the same, who wouldn’t want to find someone pleasing to the eye?

Seizing the opportunity before the other sisters noticed this hidden gem, the red-dressed dancing girl glided to Chen Mo’s side and sat coquettishly on his lap, her voice charming:

"Lord, would you care to share a drink with me?"

Chen Mo sized her up from head to toe.

Her features were refined, lightly made up, around an eighty out of a hundred.

Under her sheer clothing, her fair bosom seemed ready to burst out, her figure could be rated ninety.

"Can you do the splits?"

Chen Mo suddenly asked.

Little Red was momentarily stunned, then realizing what he meant, said, "Are you speaking of the Heavenly Stirrup, Lord?"

She lifted her left leg over her head, easily pulling her two legs into a straight line.

"Very good, you’re the one."

Chen Mo nodded in satisfaction and pulled her into his embrace.

Feeling his strong and muscular build, Little Red was somewhat surprised.

He looked like a refined scholar, but who would have thought his physique was so robust?

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes nearly melting. She leaned into Chen Mo’s ear, her breath fragrant, "Lord, follow me to the room..."

Just then, the door of the private room was pushed open, and a group of people entered.

Seeing Chen Mo sitting among the guests, they bowed in respect:

"General Chen!"

"Sorry for being late."

Chen Mo turned to look and was immediately stunned.

Among the several constables from the Ding Fire Department, there stood a woman. Beneath her blue and white long skirt, a section of her crystal-clear jade-like calf was exposed. Her complexion was fair and flawless, her nose prominent, and her lips tender.

But the slightly harsh look in her eyes diluted this beauty, giving off a sense of distance as if she was to be admired from afar and untouchable.

"Boss, am I dreaming?"

Qin Shou said, dumbfounded.

Smack!

Chen Mo raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"Then you’re not dreaming... This—this is Li Yuan?!"

Chen Mo felt as though his worldview was crumbling.

Li Yuan had actually come to the Imperial Music Bureau, and dressed like this? If he wasn’t mistaken, had she even applied some rouge?

Other guests were also puzzled.

Since when does a customer bring his own lady?

Seeing Chen Mo with a girl in his arms, Li Yuan’s eyes turned frosty as she walked over to Qin Shou.

"Step aside."

"..."

Qin Shou quietly stood up, vacating the spot.

Li Yuan sat next to Chen Mo, eyes unblinking as she stared at him.

Chen Mo frowned and said, "General Li, this doesn’t seem like the place for you, does it?"

Li Yuan’s eyebrows lifted slightly as she retorted, "Who decreed that women can’t come here? Is there a problem with coming to drink and listen to music?"

"Go your own way."

Chen Mo could not be bothered to bicker with her.

As long as it didn’t interfere with his main affairs, he would let her be.

Li Yuan picked up her cup and fiercely gulped down a mouthful of strong alcohol, and a light pink flushed her cheeks.

Her gaze fell upon Little Red, causing Little Red’s heartbeat to skip a beat, sweat prickling her back as if she was targeted by a ferocious beast, a powerful sense of oppression making it hard for her to breathe.

"Lo-lord, this servant needs to excuse herself for a moment..."

Little Red quickly got up and left.

It wasn’t actually an excuse—she did feel the urge to relieve herself... Li Yuan was a Sixth-rank Martial Artist, accustomed to the edge of a blade, just leaking a hint of her Qi-Blood was more than Little Red could bear.

And while other Dancing Girls were also keen on Chen Mo, faced with the tangible murderous aura from Li Yuan, they didn’t dare to come a step closer.

Resulting in an empty and cold table, no one paying any attention.

Chen Mo said helplessly, "You scared everyone away, who will keep me company for drinks?"

Li Yuan turned her head away, softly speaking, "If it comes to that... I’ll accompany you for a drink."

Chen Mo shook his head.

The point wasn’t about drinking, but rather the after-drinking matters!

"What a pity, that girl knew how to do the splits..."

"What’s so special about that, I can do it too."

Li Yuan, unamused, stood up, lifting her left leg high, resting it on Chen Mo’s shoulder, her long and flexible legs stretched out straight.

Faced with Chen Mo’s shocked look, Li Yuan’s lips curled up, "How about that? Standard enough?"

Chen Mo cleared his throat, "Cough cough, General Li, you’re wearing a dress..."

"..."

Li Yuan’s face changed color, and she quickly sat down, covering the hem of her skirt.

"Turns out it’s pink panties, General Li has quite the girlish heart," Chen Mo said with a low laughter.

"Shut up, do-not-talk about it!"

Li Yuan’s cheeks puffed up in red, giving him an annoyed glare.

She usually wore tight short outfits, and this was her first time wearing a dress, not paying attention to these matters.

"But this outfit doesn’t really suit you..."

Chen Mo pondered while stroking his chin, "General Li suits leather pants better."

Li Yuan’s biggest feature was her sky-high legs, along with her pert and plump rear, while the slightly loose dress hid both of these advantages.

Li Yuan knit her brows.

She had specially borrowed this dress from a girl next door and even had her help with light makeup, otherwise, she wouldn’t have arrived so late.

And this guy still had complaints?

"...What are leather pants?" Li Yuan couldn’t help asking.

Chen Mo spoke mysteriously, "Even if I explained, you wouldn’t understand. If there’s a chance, I’ll gift you a pair."

"You want to gift it to me?"

"He wants to gift me clothes, does he want me to wear them for him to see? Humph, I’ll have to think about this."

For some reason, a sweet feeling inexplicably bubbled in Li Yuan’s heart.

Chen Mo calculated inwardly:

"Xu Qingyi’s thong, Li Yuan’s leather pants, right, and also get the Empress a pair of silk stockings... tsk tsk, I’m a damn genius!"

...

"Alas, it’s a pity Miss Yu’er didn’t make an appearance."

"They say her piano skills are unparalleled, comparable to the previous ’Qin Fairy,’ and even more stunning in looks..."

The man in the white robe, after a few rounds of strong drinks, became slightly inebriated and spoke with a tone of regret.

Someone shook their head and said, "This Miss Yu’er belongs to the Xu Family, recently her fame has been soaring, and she is expected to become the Oiran, naturally she must keep her value, it’s not easy to see her..."

However, before he finished speaking, suddenly the sound of an ancient zither came from behind the curtain.

The zither’s sound was like silk, akin to a heavenly melody, just like an Epiphyllum blooming in the night, tranquil and enchanting.

The audience was so captivated that they couldn’t snap out of it for a long time.

"It’s Miss Yu’er!"

"The lingering sound echoes around the beams, she truly is a Fairy of the zither!"

"To hear her play a song tonight makes this trip worthwhile."

At that moment, the curtain lifted, and a dazzlingly beautiful woman walked slowly out, sitting on the Heavenly Stirrup under the watchful eyes of the audience.

Her delicate lips slightly parted:

"General Chen, may I join you for a drink?"