BXBX NOVEL Chapter 815 Musings
The King chuckled, his laughter blending with the jovial atmosphere surrounding them. "I have no doubt about that, Suo. Your adventures always leave a lasting impression," he replied, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.
With their secret pact sealed, Suo and the King exchanged a knowing look, their unspoken agreement solidified. They would embark on an unconventional escapade, venturing into the vibrant streets of the red district, where laughter, indulgence, and unexpected encounters awaited them.
In the royal hall, the celebration continued, the guests unaware of the clandestine plans brewing between Suo and the King. They laughed, danced, and reveled in the night, their spirits lifted by the promise of a thrilling escapade that would forge an even stronger bond between the King and his trusted advisor.
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As the lively celebration continued to fill the royal hall with music and laughter, General Qin Mo spotted Suo making his way back into the crowd. Curiosity piqued, he strode over to his trusted comrade, his expression a blend of intrigue and amusement.
"Hey, Suo, what was that all about with the King?" Qin Mo asked, his tone casual and laced with curiosity. His eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief, eager to uncover the hidden conversation that had transpired between Suo and their illustrious ruler.
Suo's eyes lit up with a mischievous glimmer as he turned to face Qin Mo, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He leaned in closer, his voice low and filled with humor. "Ah, Qin Mo, my friend, you've missed out on quite the proposition," he replied, his words laced with a touch of intrigue.
Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, his curiosity intensifying. "Well, don't keep me in suspense, Suo. What did you say to the King?" he pressed, his gaze fixed on his comrade.
Suo's grin widened, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. He leaned in even closer, as if sharing a well-guarded secret. "Qin Mo, my dear friend, I suggested that we escape the confines of the palace and venture into the red district. You know, to relieve the pressure of our lower bodies," he said, his voice dripping with humor and innuendo.
Qin Mo's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of amusement and disbelief dancing in their depths. He couldn't help but let out a hearty chuckle, his shoulders shaking with mirth. "Suo, you always manage to surprise me with your audacious proposals," he exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. "So, what's this 'big health care' you're talking about? The crouching tiger, hidden dragon, huh?"
Suo's laughter rang out, infecting the air around them with its contagious joy. He clapped Qin Mo on the shoulder, their camaraderie evident in the casual gesture. "Exactly, my friend! The crouching tiger, hidden dragon is a renowned establishment in the red district, known for its exquisite therapies that relieve the pressure of the lower body," he explained, his words punctuated by bursts of laughter.
Qin Mo couldn't help but join in the mirthful chorus, his laughter blending seamlessly with Suo's. Their shared camaraderie and lighthearted banter filled the air, a testament to the strong bond they had forged through countless battles and moments of levity.
As their laughter subsided, Qin Mo's eyes met Suo's, a twinkle of mischief lingering in their depths. "Well, Suo, I can't resist the allure of a grand adventure to the red district and the promises of this 'big health care.' Count me in," he declared, his voice filled with anticipation and a touch of playful sarcasm.
Suo's face lit up with delight, his grin widening. He clapped Qin Mo on the back, their shared excitement palpable. "Excellent, Qin Mo! We shall embark on this escapade together, and the crouching tiger and hidden dragon will have tales to tell of our visit," he proclaimed, his voice brimming with humor and camaraderie.
In the midst of the boisterous celebration, Qin Mo and Suo exchanged a knowing glance, their unspoken agreement sealed. They would venture into the vibrant streets of the red district, embracing the unknown and reveling in the promises of laughter and shared experiences.
As the vibrant celebration carried on in the royal hall, General Qin Mo excused himself, his curiosity piqued by Suo's enticing proposition. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he slipped away from the crowd, venturing into a nearby room that appeared devoid of people. The door closed behind him, enclosing him in a moment of solitude.
In the dimly lit room, Qin Mo's gaze wandered downward, his eyes fixating on a prominent bulge in his pants. A mischievous smile played upon his lips as a series of humorous thoughts danced through his mind. He couldn't help but recall Suo's vivid descriptions of the "big health care" in the red district, their lighthearted banter fueling his imagination.
A myriad of questions flooded Qin Mo's thoughts, each one dripping with humor and vulgarity. "Does my little brother still function?" he mused, his voice filled with playful skepticism. A chuckle escaped his lips as he continued, "I'm not as vigorous anymore, can my sword still stand in an upright manner?"
Qin Mo's face contorted into an exaggerated expression of mock concern, his eyebrows furrowing as he entertained his own comedic monologue. His body language mirrored his thoughts, his hand instinctively reaching for his chin as he pondered the absurdity of his musings. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes.