Chapter 57: Oiran Xiaolihua
What a beautiful jade covered with dust, are you worthy of your beautiful skin? Are you crazy? Go to that dirty place. Didn't your family teach you that boys should learn to protect themselves outside?
This really pisses me off!
Murong Yunxi stamped his feet in embarrassment: "I really paid you wrong!"
Xin Zhuo: "?"
The maids also opened their mouths and hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "Second Miss, what's wrong with you?"
"Ah..."
Murong Yunxi's face turned redder, she quickly held her handkerchief and gently He smiled, bowed his hands and bowed: "So that the young master will know that the place where fireworks are waiting is the most unclean. It must not be difficult for you to find a girl from a good family. Why go there?
If so If you feel depressed at night, it is better to practice martial arts, play flute, write poems and paintings, etc., which are also excellent..."
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Xin Zhuo felt a little worried and asked for directions. Is it so difficult? How good of a teacher is this?
Turn around and leave.
"I haven't finished speaking yet? Stop." Murong Yunxi took a few steps and saw that Xin Zhuo ignored her, so she had to say: "On the other side of the river, the seventh house on the left, go across the bridge in front."
Xin Zhuo looked at the opposite side and couldn't help but greet Murong Xiu's sisters. He was looking for the seventh house on his left hand, facing east and back to the west. What he meant was, the seventh house on his left hand, facing west and back to the east!
We come from the west, and you habitually describe it from the east. How can I, a bandit, understand this?
"Thank you!"
He nodded and walked towards the bridge not far away.
Murong Yunxi stopped, then stamped his feet and chased after him unwillingly.
The maid and the secret guard behind him quickly followed: "Second Miss, what do you want to do?"
"I haven't told him where my family lives and what my name is!"
Murong Yunxi said matter-of-factly: "Also, I don't believe that a person like him would really go to Zuixin Tower, huh!"
The maid said in surprise: "Second Miss, men and women are not intimate, and...you are not Do you like the boss? The head of the house agreed!"
"No!" Murong Yunxi narrowed his eyes. I changed my mind. I don’t like that big guy anymore. He’s not good-looking. He still has acne on his face. I suddenly feel that he is so ugly and smells like sweat. He’s so good-looking. By the way, this young man’s name is What’s the name?”
“No question!”
……
"Miss, look, there are so many flower boats on the river, they are so beautiful!"
The little girl Dong Ling was very happy tonight, pointing everywhere, then her eyes focused and pointed to one place, "Eh? The Murong family The second daughter in law, Murong Yunxi, is actually here."
Su Miaojin glanced over casually. Of course she knew Murong Yunxi, but she only said a few words, not very much. Familiar. Especially now that the other party's brother has become a bandit and humiliated him so much. His view of the Murong family has also changed a bit, and he is even less willing to get close to Murong Yunxi.
Just at this casual glance, I saw a familiar figure in front of Murong Yunxi, and I couldn't help but be stunned.
……
Xin Zhuo was already standing in front of the "Zuixin Tower".
This is a complex structural building with carved beams and painted beams, colorful paint marks, and several depths. It is more majestic than the surrounding hook-and-rail courtyard. There are several rows of dazzling red lanterns hanging in front of the door. Just get closer and you will see The whole body was covered with red color, and my heart couldn't help but feel a little more charming.
The three characters "Zui Xin Tower" on the plaque on the gate tower are like dragons and phoenixes. I don't know which poet made it.
On both sides of the plaque are some pavilion-like pavilions extending out. A row of girls wearing tulle with bare pink shoulders waved their handkerchiefs and stared at all the passers-by below with fiery eyes. They may not be very beautiful, but they are wearing heavy makeup, gathering in groups, posing, and the strong smell of makeup and powder. It is difficult not to feel a little romantic in the heart, and you want to shout:
" Xiaolang hoof, I xxx”
In my previous life, I didn’t dare to enter a place like this because I had no money.
Xin Zhuo sighed for a while and stepped inside. As soon as he entered the door, he was stabbed in the eye again. The decoration inside was even more grand, with the whole body golden decorated with red flowers, cloud patterns and shameful patterns.
There are scattered seats on the first floor and private rooms on the second floor. There is a red carpet in the middle and goes straight to the stairs to the second floor.
At this time, most of the people on the first floor were already seated. A group of young men in green clothes and small hats were shuttled back and forth carrying drinks. There were also some pretty girls looking around, pouring wine and urging them to drink.
How lively!
"Hey! Young Master, you haven't come for a while!"
A woman in her thirties, wearing heavy makeup, smiled before saying anything, and gently patted Xin Zhuo on the shoulder. Then he was stunned for a moment and looked at it carefully. Xin Zhuo was relieved after confirming that it was not the woman disguised as a man, "What a handsome young man. This is the first time that the slave family has seen such a beautiful young man. Today, I will give you a 50% discount on both girls and drinks!"
Look! With this kind of speaking and emotional intelligence, which sales lady in the previous life could compare to this?
Are you still recruiting waiters? I like this place very much.
Xin Zhuo almost said one sentence, and coughed lightly: "I'm looking for a girl!"
"How many people here are not looking for a girl?"
I understand the look on the woman's face. , took his hand, took him to an empty table at the end, waved to the waiter to bring him a bottle of wine and two snacks, and quietly came closer, staring at Xin Zhuo's face, his eyes almost watering: " The young master is so attractive. Sister, I haven’t entertained guests for more than ten years. Although I am a little older, I am good at all kinds of tricks. I won’t charge you any money tonight. Is this an advantage, sister?”< br>
When he talked about the back, he was already trembling, and his body was half limp.
Xin Zhuo is a bit confused. He doesn’t quite understand the hook-up culture. I wonder if this elder sister is just teasing him, or is she serious?
The joy of whoring for free?
Who is prostituted for free?
Just when I didn't know how to answer, a bearded man in the distance said angrily: "Sister Feng, there are hairs in this peanut. What happened? Come here!"
"Sister, come as soon as you go. I just don’t like my sister. I’ll find you someone of similar age later. , Be sure to get close to your sister afterwards, hahaha..."
The woman wanted to pinch Xin Zhuo's face, but was easily dodged. She was stunned for a moment, rolled her eyes in a charming way, and twisted. The waist swayed and the hips went away, "Coming, coming!"
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and glanced around. According to Murong Xiu, this little Lihua was the oiran of Zui Xin Tower. She lived in seclusion on weekdays and only occasionally played a few tunes when she felt like it.
I don’t know how I will see her later.
The key is, I don’t know it either, it seems like I need to use some tricks to do it.
"Why don't we get a private room?"
"No need, it's lively downstairs!"
Jiang Hezhu and a group of young masters came in, and without waiting for greetings, they chose an empty table and sat down.
Following him, Shangguan Fan Qing walked in with his maid Haitang. The brothel was not allowed to bring family members, but they were given a lot of money and would not cause trouble, so they turned a blind eye.
The two also chose a corner to sit down, which happened to be not far from Xin Zhuo, almost facing each other.
Shangguan Fan Qing casually glanced at the hall and saw Xin Zhuo opposite him. He couldn't help but marveled: "What a young man with high eyebrows and low eyes, wandering around, sad and mean, and I have some similarities. Wonderful!”
I didn’t recognize Xin Zhuo at all. Xin Zhuo’s face was covered with dust that day.
(End of this chapter)