I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 124 - 90: Nian Xia’s Summer

Gu Lan’s hand fell on Rong Heng’s face, bringing a rough sensation.

Rong Heng remembered the wound on her palm, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The young master, so close at hand, had his eyes half-closed, with a gentle light in them, his warm breath still rubbing against him, like a young beast rooting around softly.

Gu Lan mumbled unintelligibly: "Isn’t it just detoxifying... How did you detoxify Nian Xia?"

Rong Heng opened his eyes wide, and to prevent Young Master Gu from falling, he considerately held the back of her head.

No one knew how long it had been, long enough for him to taste the three kinds of wine Gu Lan had drunk: Peach Blossom Drunk, Apricot Village, Pear Blossom Brew. Only then did Gu Lan seem satisfied, releasing her tight grip on Rong Heng’s arm, falling into his embrace.

"Who said I couldn’t..."

Gu Lan muttered, if she had any strength left, she would have taken off her pants and pulled out her belt.

The warm body was surprisingly soft. Rong Heng wondered if all teenagers like Gu Lan were this soft.

Rong Heng stared at her, his voice hoarser than usual when he spoke: "Gu Lan, do you know who I am?"

He initially thought Gu Lan mistook him for Du Ruo just now, but at that moment, she was clearly talking about detoxification—

Young Master Gu heard his question, lazily lifted her head, and opened her clear eyes. Her gaze was drifting and languid, her slightly upturned eyes tinged red, as if hiding a seductive blade.

Rong Heng’s Adam’s apple involuntarily rolled once.

Gu Lan gazed at Rong Heng’s lips, savoring the recent taste.

Sweet, soft, cool.

Suddenly, Gu Lan pecked lightly again like a chick, grinned playfully, and said:

"Brother Hang, your lips... are softer than those of my Zijin at home."

Rong Heng: ...

She knew he was Rong Heng.

Did she think this was a joke?

Had she actually kissed Zijin as well?

Rong Heng felt a blazing fire rising within him. Seeing Gu Lan in her slightly drunken state, he set aside his pride and aloofness. In his eyes, dark as ink, there was an undisguised greedy desire, gradually engulfing his black pupils.

The slightly parted red lips so close seemed to emit a silent temptation.

Suddenly, Gu Lan lowered her head, burying it in Rong Heng’s neck, inhaling deeply as if sniffing for a particular scent.

All she could smell was Rong Heng’s natural scent, and her restless heart gradually calmed down. She whispered, "I’ll sleep for a while. Wake me at 9 p.m., County Princess Changle’s birthday celebration isn’t over yet."

Rong Heng said, "How should I wake you—"

He didn’t finish speaking, as the person in his arms had already fallen into a deep sleep, soon letting out soft breaths.

How did Gu Lan fall asleep so quickly?

Rong Heng stood there rigidly for a moment, realizing he couldn’t just keep standing there, especially since this was clearly Qing Dai’s room.

He took a deep breath, picked up Gu Lan, and walked out of the room with large strides.

Qing Dai and Du Ruo were still waiting outside the door. Seeing Rong Heng carrying Young Master Gu out, they looked at each other, covering their mouths in shock, fearing they might accidentally scream.

These two youths, one with a noble and aloof demeanor, the other handsome and delicate, and now, the cooler one was holding someone else, with such tenderness and such an ambiguous expression...

Was this something they should be seeing! Oh dear, would they be silenced?

After Rong Heng left, Nian Xia arrived gracefully, clicking her tongue in wonder at the sight of his figure.

"Market Master!"

"Madam—"

The two of them quickly bowed, treating her with noticeably more respect than they had Xiang Yuan earlier.

The Magpie Workshop was quite large, with three madams managing it. The woman in white earlier, Xiang Yuan, was one, and Nian Xia was another.

But Nian Xia was not just a madam—this Magpie Workshop was built by her.

The women in the Magpie Workshop learned musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and painting, taught by people hired by Nian Xia. At the beginning of the workshop, Nian Xia personally taught them. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Nian Xia’s body hadn’t fully recovered from the poison, yet now she exuded even more charm, so much so that even Qing Dai and Du Ruo, themselves courtesans, didn’t dare to look her in the eye.

"About today’s events, you both better keep your mouths shut."

"Of course," the two responded quietly, with Qing Dai bursting with curiosity, asking, "Market Master, who exactly are these two? They made my heart skip a beat."

Nian Xia waved a round fan embroidered with peonies, her red lips curving slightly. She said, "The legitimate son of Dingyuan Marquis, Gu Lan... and our workshop’s newly recruited young courtesan."

After speaking, Nian Xia discreetly glanced around the area.

Secretly calling Little Wu a courtesan was not something she wanted him to hear.

The two exchanged a glance, with expressions of the same shock and excitement in their eyes.