The thirteenth of June is an auspicious day for all things.

There are indeed many good things in Jinling City today.

On this day, the government office opened the warehouse to put grain, and set up a porridge shop in the south of the city, which solved the urgent needs outside the city. On this day, Jinyiwei from Chang'an also thoroughly inspected the rice and grain shops in Jinling, and suppressed the inflated price of grain. Now the traders can only charge 20% of the price before the disaster. Even if it is still not cheap, it is no longer common people. They can't afford it anymore.

Moreover, the gentleman who built the embankment in the north of the city also posted a notice to recruit migrant workers from the south of the city to repair the embankment in the north of the city. Although the money is not rich in one day, it can be enough for the whole family to eat for two days.

For a time, Jinling City was full of vitality.

And on this night, Chunshui Lane in the south of the city was lit up with lights.

Before it was dark, the front of a flower building in Chunshui Lane was already crowded with people in brocade clothes and attire.

Jun Huailang followed Xue Yan out of the carriage, and what he saw was this magnificent scene.

The flower building was decorated with colorful lanterns, and the colorful lanterns filled half of the street. Upstairs hung colorful silk sash, brightly lit.

The plaque is carved with three characters, Qingyuefang.

"These merchants should be asked to hand over some food, gold and silver." Jun Huailang frowned, sizing up the luxurious and gorgeous decoration, and said. "In the face of disaster, why are you still enjoying yourself so much?"

Xue Yan laughed softly beside him.

"Okay, let them pay," he said.

Jun Huailang withdrew his gaze and looked at him suspiciously: "What are we doing here?"

Since that day Xue Yan said that Guo Rongwen's embezzled grain money had a place to go, he refused to tell him anything. To this day, he specially went to the construction site in the north of the city to take himself away and brought him here.

Xue Yan raised his hand and made a "shh" in front of his lips.

Jun Huailang stopped in doubt.

Seeing that Xue Yan raised his chin to Jinbao, Jinbao hurried forward and called the old maid at the door to attract guests.

The old bustard brought a treasure, and his face burst into a smile. He immediately handed over the door to the others, and came forward to greet him in person. He gracefully blessed Xue Yanfu.

"Master, you're here!" The old bustard looked like he was not young, but his charm was not diminished, and he smiled with affection.

Xue Yan glanced at her.

The old bustard covered his lips with a pointed smile and said, "Master, everything has been arranged for you, you just have to take care of it."

Saying that, she opened the way, leading the two of them upstairs and into a private room.

There are windows on one wall of the elegant room. At this time, the stained windows are wide open, facing the stage in the middle of the downstairs, and the view is excellent. After leading the two of them to sit down by the window, the old bustard watched the tea in person and placed it beside the two of them.

"If you have nothing to do, just go down." Jinbao stepped forward and instructed proudly.

The old maid hurriedly responded, leaving two maids to serve, and then retreated.

The downstairs was bustling, and the huge hall was already full of people sitting there.

In this way, people are still entering the building one after another. Several tables have been added to the table, and they are so densely placed that it is a bit difficult to pass through the middle.

Jun Huailang retracted his gaze, looked at Xue Yan, and saw that Xue Yan was drinking tea slowly, his eyes squinting at him and smiling.

Jun Huailang vaguely understood what he meant.

"You mean...?" He cast an inquiring look at Xue Yan.

Seeing Xue Yan put down the teacup, nodded, looking at him with a smile full of determination, like a wolf staring at its prey.

"I'll let you see in a while, where the money that Guo Rongwen coveted has gone."

——

As the sky darkened, a drum sounded on the stage, and the four seats suddenly became quiet.

Jun Huailang looked out, and saw a long ribbon hanging from the top of the pavilion, followed by a woman in a moon-white gauze, holding the pipa in one hand and the ribbon in the other, floating in the air. Down.

The ribbon was entangled with the woman, and for a while, the robes flew, the gauze danced, and the petals rustled all over the sky, landing on the stage and the banquet.

With a bang, the woman landed on the hub in the center of the stage.

With her back to the crowd, her black hair was tied into a high bun, revealing the white and slender back of her neck. She has a particularly graceful figure, her waist is wrapped around Yosu, and it looks like her palm is not wide enough to hold.

The pipa strings rang, and the woman danced on the flower drum with her back to the crowd.

She is graceful, dancing gracefully, playing the pipa in her hand, and the dance steps under her feet beat the drums, as if stepping into people's hearts.

Everyone in the room was dumbfounded, and Jun Huailang also stopped the teacup and looked at the stage through the stained window.

This woman is indeed hard to see in the world, and this kind of piano skills must have been cultivated since she was a child. It took a lot of effort to come to the building to train her.

Could it be that Guo Rongwen, who was greedy for money from Mo, would use it in exchange for this woman?

However, he has been with Guo Rongwen for a year and a half, and he knows that although this person hides the intention of harm, he is not the one who goes in and out of the brothel. Did Xue Yan use some method to attract him?

But it's too ostentatious to replace people with silver in such a big way, presumably he won't do it...

He stared at the woman in a trance, and his mind wandered to other places long ago, thinking about it in a trance.

He didn't notice that the person beside him who didn't look at the stage from beginning to end, his eyes gradually became a little wrong.

Suddenly, the woman beat the drum, and the four strings made a sound. She embraced the pipa, and with a movement of her waist, she slowly turned around.

Immediately, the men under the stage stretched their necks.

Jun Huailang didn't notice what was going on on stage at all, his eyes were fixed on that place, and he was still thinking about how Guo Rongwen would pay to take pictures of the woman on the stage.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened.

Immediately following, Jun Huailang heard an excited exclamation from downstairs. In the flower building, where the needles could be heard just now, it suddenly boiled.

Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, only to realize that there was a hand tightly covering his eyes. He blinked for no apparent reason, and when his eyelashes brushed the palm of his hand, he heard Xue Yan's voice a little hoarse, and fiercely warned: "Don't move."

Jun Huailang was stunned and had to close his eyes.

"What are you doing covering my eyes?" He was dumbfounded.

Xue Yan, who covered his eyes, glanced at the stage with an ugly face.

At this moment, the people in Hualou are going crazy.

Today, it was the first time that the woman named Yujing on the stage showed her face. She held the pipa with one hand, took off the veil from her face with the other hand, raised her hand and threw it off the stage.

Immediately, the stunningly beautiful face was exposed in front of everyone.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed, and the small group of guests who were close to one another rushed to grab the veil.

Xue Yan glanced at that gorgeous, stunning face, and turned his eyes back with a dark face.

But twisting her waist to dance, what's the point? Jun Huailang kept staring at the woman, and even forgot to drink the tea in his hand for a long time.

Xue Yan's mouth was sour, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

Jun Huailang didn't wait for Xue Yan's response for a long time, raised his hand and patted the back of his hand, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Before Xue Yan covered his eyes, it was all murder scenes. But at this time, listening to the movement under the stage... there should be no dead people, right?

Then, he heard Xue Yan's fierce voice.

"What catches your eyes."

——

When Xue Yan finally took back the hand covering his face, the woman dancing on the drum was no longer on the stage.

Only the bustard who had just received them, stood in front of the stage, smiling charmingly.

"Guest officers, our Yujing girl danced and showed her face. Next, it's up to the guest officers to support the girl." She said with a smile.

Jun Huailang looked out the window and saw that everyone downstairs was gearing up.

Each person has a small card in his hand with the guest's name on it, front and back, one red and one green.

The old bustard said that on the first night of the Yujing girl, the starting price was 500 taels, the green price was increased by 100 taels, and the red price was increased by 200 taels. Everyone bids, and the highest bidder in the end can go to Wushan with Miss Yujing tonight.

Jun Huailang was born in Chang'an since childhood, and his etiquette has always been strict. Even after staying in Jiangnan for a year, he had never seen such an auction method.

However, the wealthy and powerful Jiangnan merchants downstairs seem to be proficient in this law.

Immediately, the bidding sounded everywhere, and it didn't take long for the five hundred taels to be carried to three thousand taels.

When it reached three thousand taels, the voice calling for the price gradually became thinner.

No matter how beautiful Yujing is, it is only a woman. A few thousand taels of silver to buy her for one night is not money that ordinary people can afford.

Moreover, Qingyuefang said that if the price is increased tenfold, Yujing can be redeemed. Three thousand taels doubled ten times, that is, thirty thousand taels. To buy a brothel girl at such a sky-high price, few ordinary wealthy businessmen have such financial resources.

Gradually, the voice of bidding stopped at 3,500 taels.

At this moment, a rather familiar voice came.

"Three thousand seven hundred taels." The man's voice was full of complacency.

Jun Huailang was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly looked down the stage.

I saw that the person sitting there holding the placard was Xu Cong'an.

Xue Yan had said that Xu Cong'an was the eldest young master of the Xu family in the capital and the only grandson of Xu Xiang.

So, what Xue Yan wants to fish today is not Guo Rongwen, but Xu Cong'an?

Jun Huailang suddenly understood. Guo Rongwen took such a desperate risk, and anxiously greedy for such a large amount of money in one breath, just to give Xu Young Master the money to buy this oiran.

In this case, the evidence of Guo Rongwen's corruption and the whereabouts of the stolen money are all clear.

Jun Huailang looked at Xue Yan, and saw that Xue Yan slightly hooked his lips at him.

I saw that his amber eyes were full of smiles, and there were two points of show, with a bit of tameness in the wild, looking like a great wolf dog wagging its tail at its owner for praise.

Jun Huailang suddenly wanted to raise his hand to touch his head.

At this moment, the voice of the old man came from downstairs.

"Xu Gongzi offered five thousand taels! Five thousand taels, is there any guest official who wants to bid?"

Jun Huailang looked sideways and looked intently.

It turned out that the businessman who sold 3,500 taels just now competed with Xu Cong'an for a while, but was still defeated. At this time, Xu Cong'an sat in the room with his chest out, looking like he was winning.

And the surrounding guests have not made a sound anymore. Everyone clasped their palms, only to say that today, the famous flower of Yujing girl will fall on Xu Gongzi's head.

The old man shouted a second time.

There was still silence all around.

The smile on Xu Cong'an's face could not be hidden.

At this moment, Jun Huailang saw that Xue Yan put down the teacup.

That slender and powerful hand lazily held the small card on the table and lifted it smoothly.

"Six thousand taels."

In the flower building where the needles could be heard, Xue Yan's low voice rang out.

Jun Huailang looked at him in surprise.