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Chapter 40 In fact, neither two nor stupid
Zhao Zixuan's indiscretion factor was inspired again, and she came to a new place. If she didn't go to the local brothel, how could she be so embarrassed to say that she had been here before? (No manners, no explanation.)
After making up her mind, the penniless Zhao Zixuan is still swaying, looking at this or touching that, pearls are cheap, but they can't afford you to buy more than a dozen at a time, rouge is cheap, she is easy She took more than a dozen boxes. Although she rarely wears or wipes them, as a woman, these are not too much. Murong Longcheng gave the money, a few large silver notes, and Ye Qian naturally wouldn't be soft-hearted, the master wanted to spoil her.
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Ye Qian also made it easy, paid the money, explained it, and sent it directly to the inn. This is one of the most prosperous streets. Who doesn't know Murong Longcheng? Besides, besides the dignitaries, who can live in the Yuelai Inn? .
Zhao Zixuan didn't know. If he knew, he would be yelling again. Half of the dozens of shops in one street were owned by Murong Longcheng. Even the brothel over there, the largest Huayue Pavilion, belonged to him.
Zhao Zixuan was so desperate that she drilled into it, and as soon as she drilled, she got into Huayue Pavilion. Just after the door opened, the girls were still lazily babbling haha. The old lady was not like a pit in other places. Instead, she was a beautiful young woman. She had an elegant manner, and her conversation was also casual. When she saw Zhao Zixuan walking in, she was busy making arrangements. In the private room on the second floor, Ye Qian, who was behind him, had a light expression and did not speak, but he had already exchanged glances with the old bustard.
Zhao Zixuan went up to the second floor, opened the windows, crossed Erlang's legs, and coughed at the melon seeds on the table. It wasn't dinner time yet, and she was not hungry. It's a bit more particular here. The furnishings in the room are all available, and there will be a huge bed. Zhao Zixuan smiled meanly and raised an eyebrow, "Little Ye Zi, do you often come to the brothel, see if you listened calmly just now, It's pretty smooth to make eye contact with that old bustard."
Ye Qian was in a cold sweat. The eye contact at that meeting was flawless. When did she see it? Wouldn't she look around again obviously? Ye Qian felt her powerlessness again. This woman was open-mouthed. He had come to this brothel many times, but every time he was with the master. "Many times." To be honest, this woman really couldn't afford to offend.
Zhao Zixuan pouted, "I know, do you have feelings for that old prostitute? I said you can't do this, although people say that half-old Xu Niang still has charm, but after all, you are not young, you are still so young, Duan Duan can't be like this. Broke."
After Zhao Zixuan finished speaking, there was a screeching noise outside the door. She walked to the door, opened the door, and saw that the old lady was holding a tray, her face was green and red, and there were broken meals on the ground. Zhao Zixuan clicked twice, this old lady, Why so careless.
When it was time for dinner, Zhao Zixuan automatically growled in her stomach, eating and waiting, and guests began to come in downstairs one after another. They were either fat men with big arms and round waists, or local tyrants who were shrewd and scheming. Otherwise, there would still be a few tall and handsome people. , are also pale, the melancholy appearance of serious endocrine disorders. Zhao Zixuan shook her head, thinking of the handsome brothers far away in Xuanyuan, and sighed.
Murong Longcheng was leaning on a soft couch, listening to the old lady talking about Zhao Zixuan in the next room, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Give her the best food and drink, give her whatever she wants, don't make her angry, Come with her temperament."
When the madam left, a girl in the room said, "Why does the young master care so much about the people in the next room? Could it be that he is a prince or aristocrat?" Looking at Murong Longcheng, the fragrant shoulders were slightly exposed, but they were covered by blue silk, which was unspeakably charming, but unfortunately, Murong Longcheng's eyes never stayed on her body.
"Furong, she's not a prince, but a girl. Are you satisfied with this answer?" Murong Longcheng held back his smile, sat up from the soft couch, and got up to approach the wall next door. Wonder what she's doing now.
Zhao Zixuan naturally had a very good life, the food was delicious, and from time to time, she teased the guests who came in, laughing loudly, causing Ye Qian to occasionally grin at her comments. Zhao Zixuan seems to like eating in the brothel very much, which is very refreshing.
"Come on, isn't there a girl here to serve you?" Zhao Zixuan was full, and it was time for the main event. With a toothpick in her mouth, she looked like an uncle.
The old maid brought a few girls for her to choose, either because she felt ugly, or because she felt old. One of them even cried when she heard her words. She said that the family was too vicissitudes of life. Only sixteen.
The old bustard had nothing to do, and ordered to call for another batch. Zhao Zixuan waved his hand impatiently, "Red card, is there any red card? Are you guys bullying the customer? For such a big brothel, you can't even see it?" She is angry and angry, and the old woman feels resentment. You say you are a girl, why do you want a red card?
The red card is the girl Furong, who was invited by the old bustard from Murong Longcheng. As soon as she entered the house, the two girls met. Zhao Zixuan's domineering temperament was undoubtedly revealed, but Furong sneered in her heart. She was quite beautiful, but unfortunately, Unruly and willful, why did the young master treat her so well.
Zhao Zixuan still thought she was not pleasing to the eye, she curled her lips and stared, watching Furong sit down rudely, "Who let you sit? Master, did I let you sit?" Her tone was cold, with a hint of contempt. .
Furong was taken aback by her anger, she stood up subconsciously, and immediately showed her impatience with her clothes, "Since the son won't let you sit here, I must be dissatisfied with Furong, so Furong will step down. With dissatisfaction and disdain on her face, she looked at Zhao Zixuan with no respect, because she had forgotten that she was actually a prostitute.
"Master let you go? That's how you entertain guests? I think you should call the shopkeeper out. I'm not satisfied with today's matter. You haven't come out in Murong Longcheng. I've smelled it since I came in." Zhao Zixuan's eyes were cold, and she told you to hide, she had already smelled the deadly smell on her body, and if it wasn't right next door, when she was Zhao Zixuan, she was not only stupid but also second.
Ye Qian could see it, even he didn't feel the master's breath. This Zhao Zixuan was so sure that the master was next door because of the fragrance on the master's body? What can say about her, this woman is really unusual.
Zhao Zixuan wasn't complacent at this time either. With this red card, as soon as she entered the door, she could smell the pungent rouge smell on her body, but there was also the kind of fragrance unique to Murong Longcheng. , I didn't expect this woman to be a prostitute in a brothel, and she didn't take her seriously. She was dissatisfied with her viciousness. Murong Longcheng, I see how you protect her. (To be continued)