Chapter 686: Not Fighting Is Fighting

Chen Guanlou felt wronged for the first time.

Yes, he is lustful!

Food and sex are human nature, human nature, regardless of men and women.

He is always hanging around in brothels, but that doesn't mean he is not picky, regardless of whether it is fragrant or smelly, he pulls it into the room.

He has principles and bottom lines.

The three-entry big mansion given to him by the Marquis Mansion, and the group of beautiful maids, he found them annoying. Every time he went to the three-entry big mansion to sleep, that group of beautiful maids racked their brains to get close to him, and he couldn't cultivate well. It made him annoyed, without any rules.

Later, the Marquis Mansion saw that he didn't live in the big mansion, but lived in the old broken small one, and after understanding the reason, they decisively replaced that batch of beautiful maids, replacing them with a batch of beautiful maids who knew the rules, knew how to advance and retreat, and knew how to look at eyes.

Only then was he willing to occasionally favor the three-entry big mansion.

And it was only occasionally!

Most of the time, he still lived in his own old broken small one.

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, he firmly believes that the Marquis Mansion's territory, including the area where the Chen clan members live, must be a good Feng Shui treasure land.

Because, every time he lived in the old broken small one, when cultivating, lying on the chair, he could enter the state in a blink of an eye, reaching a state he named "realization", sensing the unity of heaven and man.

Living in other mansions, whether it is the three-entry big mansion, the two-entry big mansion, or the wedding room prepared for marrying Zhong Susu back then, he couldn't successfully reach the state of "realization", and couldn't sense the unity of heaven and man at all.

Look, how dedicated he is, only loving the old broken small one.

Who is ruining his reputation outside, he is romantic, but he is romantic with style.

Sleeping with palace maids?

Palace maids may not be as fragrant as the sisters outside.

Slept with the sisters, and there was no subsequent trouble.

Sleeping with palace maids, hehe, maybe someone will die! He definitely won't die, so the one who is slept with must die.

Sleeping with someone, and sleeping them to death, is it worth it?

What a sin!

No matter how not picky, you can't get people to death, and there is no deep hatred.

Bilu denied it repeatedly, her expression very surprised and panicked. Very surprised that the method she was sure of didn't work. A lustful person, hearing that he could be close to a palace maid, actually unmoved?

Men in the world, don't they all want to wear a green hat for a man with more power than themselves?

That is the Emperor!

Palace maids, in name, also belong to the Emperor.

Really not moved?

Chen Guanlou sneered, "Look at me, do I look like a person without brains, confused by lust?"

Bilu hesitated and shook her head, "The slave is reckless, please forgive me, my lord. The slave is just too anxious, anxious for the Consort, worried for the little prince."

"Regardless of what you say, the Seventh Prince is the Emperor's son after all. The Emperor cannot watch his own son being harmed. You and your master, think too much, worrying about the sky falling."

"It is definitely not worrying about the sky falling! The danger of the harem is not worse than the court, and even worse. Please have pity, my lord!"

"Although I have pity, I cannot let you master and servant get your wish. I cannot be the Seventh Prince's teacher, you go back. Go back and tell Consort Liu, wanting a maternal family is not simple, she can find officials surnamed Liu in the court to form a clan."

"But, there are no high officials surnamed Liu in the court."

Clearly, Consort Liu had thought of this method long ago. Just because there are no high officials surnamed Liu in the court, she can only give up helplessly. As for the famous families surnamed Liu, they wouldn't look at her and her son at all. 【

"You'll have to worry about that yourselves."

"Has Master truly forgotten the bits of affection from the past?"

"Don't go spouting nonsense like that. I have some affection for Li Dahong, but with Imperial Consort Liu, it is limited to the widow of a brother. Bili, you serve in the palace; you should understand that some things must never be said. I see that as soon as you left the palace, you became carried away, forgetting that disaster comes from the mouth."

Bili felt a touch of shame and lowered her head slightly, "Master's reprimand is correct; this servant was reckless. This servant was just anxious for the Imperial Consort and couldn't help herself; I hope Master can show some understanding."

"You may return!" Chen Guanlou decisively dismissed her, "Tell your Imperial Consort: not contending is contending!"

Bili was stunned.

Chen Guanlou snapped his fingers, and she finally came back to her senses. She wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, "This servant will convey Master's words to the Imperial Consort."

"From now on, whether there's something or nothing, don't come looking for me. We aren't close!"

Upon hearing this, Bili felt a wave of sadness, thinking that the world was cold and fickle. The Imperial Consort had also misjudged Master Chen; Master Chen was no longer the Chen Tou who used to pity the poor and cherish the weak.

She left in disappointment, leaving behind a trail of fragrant wind.

Chen Guanlou could not stand this fragrance, disgusted that it had polluted his old, broken, and small home. He spent money to hire the children of Sister Chunxiang's family to clean the house.

While it was called old, broken, and small, the old was truly old, and the small was truly small, but it had absolutely nothing to do with being broken—not a single cent's worth of relation.

He had spent a large sum of money to renovate the house, rebuilding the walls, covering it with new tiles, painting the walls, and laying down floors. The courtyard was also paved with a layer of bluestone slabs, the main gate was freshly painted, and he had replaced it with brass handles.

When he was not at home, someone tried to steal the brass handles on his gate, only to be discovered and chased for several streets. Later, the Hou Fu stepped in and issued a notice: anyone who dared to steal the brass handles from his house would have their legs broken and be expelled from the clan. Only then were the little brats in the clan deterred.

As for whether people outside had the guts to come and steal?

Heh!

Do you really think the Chen clan is just for show? Are the young and strong just eating for free? Are the people on patrol shifts every day blind?

Besides, is the reputation of a Ninth-Rank warrior really so worthless that petty thieves dare to come to his door?

Petty thieves have brains, too.

It was only the little brats in the clan who had the guts to come, but unfortunately, they were exposed.

Bili returned to the palace, and without adding oil or vinegar, she recounted the meeting process exactly as it happened.

"Imperial Consort, Master Chen refuses to be the little Imperial Prince's master; what should we do?"

Imperial Consort Liu was still stunningly beautiful, only her eyes lacked two parts of weakness and had three parts more of toughness and vicissitudes.

"I knew from the start that this trip wouldn't be too smooth. But I didn't expect him to refuse in such harsh terms, leaving no room for maneuver. Sigh, human hearts are fickle after all. Since he is unwilling, then so be it; we will just have to think of other ways."

"Besides Master Chen, where else is there a more suitable candidate?"

"If there is no suitable one, we can only settle for the next best thing." Imperial Consort Liu was planning for her son; how could she give up because of Chen Guanlou's remark that "not contending is contending"?

In the man-eating inner palace, not contending is death!

She no longer counted on the Emperor's favor; she only hoped her son would become talented. If he couldn't become talented, he could be enfeoffed as a prince, an idle prince, and she could follow him out of the palace to enjoy life; her later years would be considered complete. If he did become talented, that position might not be impossible to contend for!

The prerequisite was that she had to ensure her son could grow up safely, without a single accident along the way.

Her son could only count on her, and she could only count on her son. Mother and son depended on each other for survival, isolated and helpless, in a dangerous situation. If only she could get some help... but Chen Guanlou was unwilling.