It was getting late, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. It rolled up the yellow sand on the ground and fell on the colored tiles of the dome, making a loud splashing sound.
There was a bit of coolness in the wind, and the hanging colorful flags fluttered.
Dunhuang has always had little rain, but after such a wind passes, there will often be a rare autumn rain.
The sound of Orchid singing along the street echoed in the wind, causing hurried passers-by to stop and buy a jug of wine to take with them.
The side door of the General's Mansion opened, and an inconspicuous rosewood gauze oil truck drove out, making a grunting sound as it headed north of the city.
Not long after, the Governor's Mansion, not far from the General's Mansion, also opened its side door, and the same inconspicuous rosewood gauze oil truck drove out and headed north of the city.
The entire northern corner of the city is surrounded by a high wall. Inside the high wall is a place of extreme luxury. Needless to say how magnificent it is, the guards with a sentry every five steps and a secret guard every ten steps cannot be afforded by ordinary people. of.
The car entered the gate, passed by under the scent of flowers, and stopped in front of the second gate.
Before Muchun could lift the curtain, a Silla maid came forward and helped him get out of the car.
His eyes lit up, but he was a little uneasy. He shook off Silla's maid's hand and said carelessly: "I'm not lame, so I don't need help."
Silla's maid knelt down, startling Muchun.
Wang Cong hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Captain, this is the way of hospitality in Wanfu. These Silla maids are rare in the world."
Muchun didn't believe it. Although Silla maids were uncommon, they were not unseen. As long as you had money, you could always buy them. How could they be so rare in the world?
Wang Cong smiled and pulled up the Silla maid who was kneeling on the ground, put her hand in front of Muchun, and smiled mysteriously: "You can smell it."
Mu Chun sniffed curiously, and sure enough, the fragrance hit his nose. After careful identification, he found that it was the scent of camellia.
Wang Cong put the Silla maid's hand into Muchun's hand and laughed: "These Silla maids are all selected with good qualifications. They all have their own unique fragrance, and their oily skin has not been damaged at all. They serve them When you get up, you are naturally different from the other Silla maids next to you."
The hand was soft and boneless, as smooth as water, and was really soft to the bone.
Muchun became even more curious. He held Silla's hand tightly and walked forward slowly. He said with a smile: "You said this servant smells of camellia. So, are there any other scents?"
Wang Cong laughed loudly: "Of course there is, it smells of camellia, apricot blossom, plum blossom, and what else, I don't remember. I'll ask Mr. Wan to call them out in a while, so I can give you a taste, Captain."
While he was talking, a man walked out of the pavilion. He was the same size horizontally and vertically. It was the potbellied Wan Heng. He laughed and said: "I didn't greet you well, I didn't greet you well. Captain Mu, I'm here. But it’s still eye-catching.”
Muchun hurriedly let go of Maid Silla's hand and nodded solemnly: "Master Wan is indeed a person who knows how to enjoy himself."
Wan Heng was stunned for a moment and smiled even more heartily.
Wang Cong took over the conversation and said with a smile: "The captain was still asking just now, what kind of fragrance do your Silla maids have?"
Wan Heng said with a proud smile: "There are all kinds of scents. I don't know what kind of scent the captain wants to try."
Before Muchun could speak, Wang Cong smiled: "Since there are so many choices, why not call them all up and let the captain choose slowly."
The light happened to shine on Muchun, and Wang Cong and Wan Heng walked into the shadows and smiled at each other.
Wan Heng nodded: "Since the captain has this intention, then I would rather obey his orders out of respect." He turned to the butler and told him to make arrangements.
After leading Muchun and Wang Cong into the building, they were faced with a dazzling wall. The wall was covered with beads. There was no burning lamp, but the room was filled with bright light.
The ground was covered with thick snow-white blankets, and countless pieces of white fox skin were woven together, making it extremely luxurious.
There were already Silla maids waiting to change clothes and take off shoes. Only the foot clothes were on, and the thick fox fur rugs were especially soft and fragrant.
The interior is even more luxurious and exquisite, with a dining table carved entirely with golden silk and red gold wine and tableware, so golden that it makes people dizzy.
Wang Cong was used to seeing such dazzling arrogance, but this was the first time for Mu Chun. He looked slightly sideways calmly, only to see Mu Chun's mouth slightly open, with a look of shock that could not be concealed.
He smiled and said: "Captain, please take a seat."
Muchun finally came to his senses and allowed the two Silla maids to help him sit down, one on the left and the other on the right.
The curtain made of thumb-sized beads moved slightly, and the bells rang softly, and the dancing girls and musicians filed out. The musicians knelt on the ground with their pipa in their arms, stretched out their hands to tune the strings, and slowly picked up the strings, making a long and clear sound.
The gorgeous dancer has a light and slender waist, twisting and twirling between the food tables.
Muchun only felt that his eyes were not strong enough. He looked here and missed that. There were Silla maids serving him while drinking and dining. He secretly sighed, this is how people live.
Wang Cong glanced at Mu Chun and wanted to laugh, but he held it back. Seeing that Mu Chun did not resist these melancholy sounds, he also relaxed and leaned behind the food table, supporting his legs, supporting his forehead with one hand, and One hand hung on the Silla maid's shoulder.
The Silla maid has half undressed, revealing her smooth and fragrant shoulders.
Wang Cong's hand fell on Silla's maid's shoulder, and he tapped it gently in time with the tune. Every time he hit it, a red mark was left on the skin that could be broken by a blow.
Muchun was a little embarrassed at first, but after a few glasses of wine, he entered a state of enjoyment. He leaned against an extremely charming Silla maid and let her pass the wine glass and food to her lips in turn.
The atmosphere gradually became more charming, Wan Heng smiled, and introduced a short, white-faced man in.
Muchun and Wang Cong saw them and hurriedly stood up and saluted.
Mu Chun said in surprise: "Why is Mr. Yuan here?"
The person who came was Yuan Zhengrong, the governor of Shazhou. He was the governor of a state when he was less than forty, which was neither too high nor too low.
His face was pale and beardless, and he looked like a frail scholar, but he was not frail at all. He smiled in return and was also surprised: "Why is Captain Mu here too?"
Muchun was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "I have long heard that Mr. Wan's place is extraordinary, so I came here to take a look. It is indeed extraordinary."
Yuan Zhengrong laughed nonchalantly: "What man wouldn't like the gentle countryside of Xiaojinku? Captain Mu really doesn't have to be like this. I can't put it down, Mr. Wan, either."
With that said, Yuan Zhengrong sat down in a familiar manner, hugged the Silla maid who often served him, drank wine and listened to music as usual, and didn't look at Muchun more, just like a pleasure seeker he met by chance.
Mu Chun finally relaxed his mind completely. After all, he was a member of the military and came here to have fun. Talking about it would indeed be detrimental to his reputation.
After three rounds of drinking, Mu Chun was already half drunk, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she hugged the frail and boneless Silla maid in her arms and refused to let go.
Wan Heng, Yuan Zhengrong, and Wang Cong looked at each other, clapped gently, and called the housekeeper to come in.
Behind the housekeeper, there followed a group of Silla maids in thin clothes. As soon as they entered the room, a fragrant fragrance filled their noses.
Muchun's heart was shaken and he quickly raised his eyes to look.
Just looking at it will make your heart flutter, and your indulgence will be endless.
Wan Heng was used to seeing his husband trapped in a gentle land, so he just smiled and no longer asked Mu Chun to choose. He simply let these beautiful maids hug Mu Chun and went to the guest room at the back together.
Seeing Muchun walking away, Wan Heng hurriedly poured a glass of wine for Wang Cong and said with a smile: "Brother Wang Xian, I have to thank you for this."
Wang Cong smiled and waved his hand: "It's a mistake. The captain likes this."
Yuan Zhengrong took a sip of wine, waved all the Silla maids to retreat, and then lowered his voice and said: "Vice Lieutenant Wang, I have received news today."
Wang Cong suppressed his smile and nodded solemnly: "I got it, the King of Han left the capital without authorization, and the saint was furious."
Wan Heng scratched the few hairs that were left and said, puzzled: "Master Governor, Deputy Lieutenant Wang, you said that the King of Han came all the way to our barren land for what purpose."
"What are you doing?" Yuan Zhengrong smiled enigmatically: "You can't be here to suffer."
Wang Cong thought of Mu Chun's nonsense when he was extremely angry. An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly whispered: "A few days ago, a message came from the capital that the King of Han was assassinated by Hu Ji. I thought, maybe it was because the King of Han was so lustful that he failed to do so that time. I was so happy that I thought about coming to the Western Regions and personally selecting a few beautiful orchids to enjoy."
Yuan Zhengrong narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled: "Deputy Lieutenant Wang's brain is still quick. Judging from that playboy's usual style, he can do such a thing."
Wan Heng whispered: "As long as the King of Han wants to go to the Western Regions, he must pass through Yumen Pass. Let's take this opportunity to get rid of him, and soon we will be done once and for all."
Wang Cong glanced at Wan Heng. He was a businessman after all, but his vision was too narrow. He said solemnly: "It would be easier to kill him, but how to deal with the aftermath so as not to implicate the capital is the most troublesome. This King of Han Since we are going to make a fuss, let’s just accompany him to make a fuss. Give him what he wants, give him the most and the best, and let him cause a huge disaster. Only then will things be settled once and for all.”
Yuan Zhengrong also nodded: "Yes, the saint is not old enough, but the King of Han is already too big. Only by making the saint fearful and disappointed can we completely cut off his path to become a prince and kill him, huh." He smiled coldly: "Too simple and crude."
Wang Cong smiled and said: "Master Wan, didn't your caravan come back today? It is said that it brought many beautiful orchids. You can choose a few good ones first. When the King of Han comes, offer them to him and ride with the King of Han. Are you still worried that your business won’t be big in the future?”
Wan Heng smiled knowingly.
Yuan Zhengrong nodded: "That's exactly what I said. This matter must be done quickly and cautiously."
Wan Heng said: "Don't worry."
Yuan Zhengrong turned sideways, approached Wang Cong and Wan Heng, and lowered his voice: "Zhongshu Ling Jiang Shen was reprimanded by the saint recently. Do you know what the news in Beijing said?"
Wan Heng shook his head blankly.
Wang Cong smiled and said: "Jiang Shen taught the prince, but the prince kept getting into trouble. It is expected that the saint would reprimand him."
Yuan Zhengrong smiled mysteriously: "The prince was deposed, and Jiang Shen begged for mercy several times, but finally angered the saint. The saint reprimanded him for failing to teach the prince well, forming cliques for personal gain, and disobeying the palace. He was fined half a year's salary."
