Zuihonglou is not a building.
It is a yard.
It has a high door and a large house, with blue bricks and green tiles. There is a plaque hanging on the door that reads "Drunk in the Red Mansion".
These are the top three brothels in Tiandu Prefecture, built in a very secluded place in the capital. If it weren't for those three words on the plaque, who would have thought it was Zuihonglou?
Looking at the "deep courtyard" in front of him, Wang Cheng felt for the first time that some screenwriters were really not professional enough.
Doesn't this look like a place selling meat?
In fact, many people have always misunderstood that brothels are meat shops.
The women in brothels are uniformly called Qingguans. Most of them have a skill, those who sing well are called geisha, those who dance well are called maiko, and the most powerful ones are proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
The packaging is so exquisite, and the price is naturally driven up, so it’s really hard to come here without a few hundred million dollars to spend.
As for selling one's skills but not one's body, that's all nonsense. The price has not been agreed upon, and the identity is not enough.
Just like now, Wang Cheng didn't spend a penny, and the old madam still treated him like an uncle. He respectfully led him to the reception hall, serving tea and pouring water.
When she found out that he was here to see Xuemei, the old madam immediately went to invite someone.
Why?
identity!
The dignified Marquis Ning has many captains at his disposal. No one in Tiandu Mansion dares to disapprove of him!
Wang Cheng stood up from a table with tea and pastries and looked at the place carefully.
He came here secretly. If Yang Si and the others knew about it, they would inevitably be scorned again. After all, he personally denied the idea of coming here to have fun in the morning and said, "Soldiers should set an example and set an example. They should not enter or leave romantic places." .”
In fact, he came here to complete what Li Hongxiang told him before he died, even if it made him feel very uncomfortable.
The hall for receiving guests was decorated like a theater, with a large stage in the middle, and several beautiful women wearing skirts as thin as fine gauze dancing.
The stage is connected to the stairs at the back, leading directly to the second floor. A beautiful woman with pink flowers on her head is sitting on a chair, lowering her head, playing the pipa, and singing softly.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness.
Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home.
If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? "
Wang Cheng stopped again as he stepped out, and a delicate face flashed in his mind.
Is she okay?
When we arrived at the courtyard, night had completely fallen and the lights in the courtyard were lit.
I saw that the empty courtyard was filled with precious trees and flowers. Each tree and flower was decorated with lanterns, which looked dreamlike and unique.
There are many paths in the courtyard, which are paved with bright stones and connect several small buildings.
Wang Cheng stopped in front of a small building with the words "Xuemei Pavilion" written on it. This should be where Xuemei lived.
After a while, the old madam twisted her fat and big ass and came out like the wind.
Seeing Wang Cheng standing here, she thought that Wang Cheng couldn't wait any longer, and immediately put on his signature smile on his white face, and joked: "Sir, our Xuemei girl is so lucky that you have come to invite us in person. "
As he said this, his hands were not idle either, holding a silk handkerchief and beating it on Wang Cheng's chest.
A smell of powdery powder hit his nostrils. To others, the smell was very fragrant, but to Wang Cheng, whose nose was as sensitive as a dog's, it almost made him vomit.
Wang Cheng turned to one side and tried to dodge, but the Madam's fist hit him on the chest with great precision, as if it was equipped with a navigation system.
The old bustard had been hanging out in the romantic establishment for so many years, but he didn't know that Wang Cheng was disgusted with it. He quickly restrained himself and said with a smile: "Sir, we Xuemei are still putting on makeup and don't dare to trouble you to wait here. Let's go to the front hall, where there is good wine. Good food.”
She reached out to hold Wang Cheng's arm out of habit. Her movements didn't look very fast, but Wang Cheng still couldn't dodge.
He couldn't help but be startled. Was he in a trance? Or has the Madam mastered a unique skill?
As he was thinking about it, the Madam over there had already taken his arm and walked towards the reception hall.
However, at this moment, an angry curse came.
"Who? Who the hell dares to interfere with this young master's good deeds because of his ambition?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a person came out of "Xuemei Pavilion" aggressively.
When Wang Cheng saw this person for the first time, his brain went into a "shutdown" state.
what is this?
Is it a human being?
It's not that Wang Cheng has never seen fat people before, but he has never seen such a fat person.
Maybe "fat" is a bit inappropriate, and "ball" should be used to describe it more appropriately.
This man was almost 1.6 meters tall. The flesh on his face squeezed his eyes into a line. His neck could not be seen under his head, as if it was directly connected to his torso.
His body was severely out of shape and turned into a ball. Neither of them might be able to hold him.
It was such a person who was actually wearing a set of golden clothes. A golden lock the size of an adult's palm hung on his chest. The golden lock was decorated with precious gems.
"Oh! Mr. Qian, didn't I ask you to come out later?"
The old madam immediately let go of Wang Cheng and stepped forward to hold the man's arm with a smile on his face.
Seems very scared!
Wang Cheng seemed to understand a little bit. No wonder the old madam couldn't wait to pull him away just now. It turned out that he was afraid that he would run into Mr. Qian face to face.
"It seems that Mr. Qian's identity is not simple!"
He was a little curious about the identity of Mr. Qian, which actually made the old madam not afraid of offending him.
"Cut the damn nonsense!"
Mr. Qian threw the old madam away, stared at Wang Cheng, and said, "Boy! I'm warning you, Xuemei is my woman, get out of here!"
"Oops! Mr. Qian misunderstood, it's not what you thought!" The old madam quickly reassured him.
She leaned into Mr. Qian's ear and didn't know what she said. A smile gradually appeared on Mr. Qian's face, and then he left here talking and laughing.
"It is said that Mother Qin's ventriloquism can't be found anywhere else in Lingzhou. I have long wanted to give it a try!"
"Don't worry! My Mr. Qian, the slave family will ensure that the young master will ascend to immortality later."
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Ventriloquism?
Ascend to immortality?
Wang Cheng shook his head, walked into "Xuemei Pavilion", and hurry up to do this.
The first floor is where guests are entertained. After entering, they saw a woman coming downstairs.
She was in her twenties, dressed in plain clothes, with her long hair shawl naturally, and only wore a wooden hairpin on her head, with a plum blossom on it, which gave the impression of a cold plum blossom standing on a branch.
After she walked downstairs, Wang Cheng saw her face clearly.
She is indeed very beautiful, with a standard oval face, as white as jade, with a tear mole near the corner of her eye, and her sickly face, which makes me feel pity for her.
For a moment, Wang Cheng actually had the idea of protecting her.
How evil!
Xuemei walked to the round table and poured a cup of tea for Wang Cheng, and said, "I heard from my mother that if you have something to do, please call me?"
The sound is waxy, and it enters the heart from the person's ears like a hook.
Wang Cheng felt like his heart was about to lift. He finally understood why Li Hongxiang had to think about this woman before he died. It was so damn tempting.
It's not a lustful hook, it comes from the heart. Who can bear it?
Wang Cheng felt uncomfortable all over, so he quickly explained his purpose, and then handed the bloody purse to Xuemei's hand.
Xuemei lowered her head to look at her purse, her eyes briefly lost focus and then regained their composure, saying: "This is indeed the slave's belongings. Lord Lao wants to give it away."
The tone was very calm, whether it was natural or whether he really didn't care, but it made Wang Cheng very uncomfortable.
Maybe Li Hongxiang's infatuation was used in the wrong place. It is not unreasonable to say that bitches are heartless and actors are unrighteous.
Wang Cheng was so worried that he turned around and left without saying another word.
Not long after he left, the old madam walked in like the wind while wiping her mouth with a handkerchief.
She came in and asked, "Where is Mr. Wang?"
"Let's go!" Xuemei said calmly.
The old madam was greatly surprised. Wang Cheng looked impatient just now. Could it be that she had guessed wrong?
"Why did he come to you?"
"Send something to the slave family."
The old madam nodded, without asking any further questions, and said, "Next time he comes, I must keep him!"
Then he left "Xuemei Pavilion" and quickly came to the small building at the end of the yard.
This is where the Madam lives, and no one is allowed to come here on weekdays.
But after the old bustard entered the door, he suddenly knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said, "Elder Ming, we have found him!"
Silently, a figure appeared in front of her.
This man is thin, wearing a white robe, with gray hair, and a platinum mask on his face.
If Wang Cheng were here, he would definitely be able to recognize this person's origin. He is clearly from Louwailou!
This mysterious organization rarely shows its true face to others. It often wears a mask on its face, and different identities wear different masks.
For example: Xu Boyi's identity as a traveler can only wear a black iron mask, the black-clad deacon wears a bronze mask, and only elders are qualified to wear platinum masks.
All the elders in the building outside the building are strong Martial Kings. In other words, the person in front of me is actually a Martial King!
Elder Ming stood with his hands behind his hands. His tall body made the old bustard who was kneeling on the ground look unusually small. He said, "Are you talking about the person who went out just now?"
The old bustard said: "The man's name is Wang Xuanfu. He is the newly promoted captain under Ninghou. He has made great achievements in wiping out the gangsters in Lianyunbao this time. He is the most popular person under Ninghou!"
"The newly promoted captain shows that this person has a relatively low foundation and has made great achievements. It is indeed appropriate for him to work for our sect." Elder Ming nodded.
After his failure to sneak into the Hou Mansion last time, he didn't dare to go in casually again. He didn't expect that luck would turn out and he would find a very good undercover candidate so quickly.
He looked at the old bustard lying on the ground and said, "Sanniang, you are serious!"
After being praised, the old madam finally dared to raise her head, revealing her greasy white face and small red mouth like a peach. It was ripe and it was the season for picking.
Elder Ming reached out and touched her hair, then pressed it on her crotch...
