The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The originally dark streets were brightly lit by the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion on both sides. The streets were crowded with people. The vendors along the way were shouting one after another, and the dazzling shelves were patronized from time to time.
The most prosperous area in Nanling City is here, because here is the most gorgeous brothel in Nanling City - Xuanji Tower.
Speaking of Xuanji Tower, we have to mention the owner of Xuanji Tower. His surname is Su and his courtesy name is Jingqian. He has been close friends with Prince Lu, the only brother of Emperor Dehui of Nanling Kingdom for many years. One of the two was extremely handsome, the other was suave, which aroused the hearts of countless women in Nanling City. The owner of Xuanji Tower was even praised by women as the number one person in their spring boudoir dreams.
Besides, this Xuanji Tower is divided into four floors:
On the first floor is the flower girl with a red card, who receives ordinary guests who come to drink flower wine and have fun.
The second floor is Qingguer, who only sells his art but not his body. He specializes in receiving elegant people and doing elegant things.
The third floor is a private room only for dignitaries to have fun or talk. It is convenient for some dignitaries to come here to plot something in the name of drinking wine. Of course, these are extremely secretive things that ordinary people would never know about, so the confidentiality of Xuanji Tower has always been valued by these powerful people.
As for the fourth floor, I heard it is for the owner of Xuanji Building. Why hear? Because no one has gone up there, maybe no one can go up there.
People were coming and going on the streets, and there was an endless stream of guests. The girls in Xuanji Tower were smiling and showing off their flowers, which made the vendors at the door stare and look inside.
"Tsk, all the girls in Xuanji Tower are really beautiful. Once I have a lot of money, I will go back to Xiaoyao. I must see the beauty of Miss Le Yao." A hawker stared at Xuanji Tower intently. The door, with longing.
"You?" The young master who was selecting goods heard the hawker's words, looked at him sideways, and said contemptuously, "Is this Xuanji Tower's oiran something that ordinary people can just meet? Mr. Zhang gave him a full thousand silver last time. I haven’t even been able to see her beauty, let alone you?”
The hawker almost dropped his jaw when he heard this. One thousand silver, that is enough for an ordinary family to have a snack for several years! Alas, now that the imperial court has no hope of collecting money, the people's already poor life has become even worse. The money they have saved for several years without eating or drinking is not enough for the rich and powerful to be romantic overnight. This world is so miserable and miserable!
The vendor shook his head and sighed, but had to gather his emotions and continue doing his business with a smile on his face.
In the study room on the fourth floor of Xuanji Building, the shadows of trees dance outside the window, and the moonlight shines into the room. Sandalwood curls from the incense table, and wisps of white smoke look hazy and ethereal in the moonlight, like mist and clouds.
Inside, a young man is lazily leaning on the soft couch. He is wearing a black robe with silver edges, with slight dark lines floating on the cuffs and collar. A silver coiled dragon hair ornament is tied up high in ink hair, as long as The flowing hair cascaded down like a flying spring, falling behind her. A few strands of black silk in front of her forehead swayed slightly with the candlelight. He put his forehead on one hand, and his long fingers were turning the pages of the book. It was clearly a careless movement, but it could not hide the peerless elegance in his movements. He lowered his eyes and lowered his head slightly. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he could still feel the vague pressure conveyed between his eyebrows.
Outside the door, a charming woman was walking in with elegant steps.
The woman was wearing a green glazed gauze skirt, her hair was parted into a small bun, her face was lightly painted with willow eyebrows like smoke, her eyes were flowing, and her face was extremely beautiful.
She bowed respectfully to the young man on the soft couch, "Master, it's done."
The young man on the soft couch had a graceful expression. He only said a faint "hmm" when he heard the words, as if there was no one there, and he didn't even raise his eyes.
"Son..."
The red lips of the woman in green clothes moved, and she pinched her sleeves nervously. She wanted to say something but swallowed it back.
"Anything else?"
The young man put down the book in his hand and looked up. The dim light seemed to be diffused, like daylight.
The man in front of him was flawless, as if there was a faint radiance flowing on his skin. The two smoky-colored jade eyebrows are as slender as knives, and the pair of peach blossom eyes under the long eyelashes are extremely touching, as if the beauty and splendor of the world are condensed in them. The tall nose bridge and reddish thin lips are so beautiful that they are almost unreal, like a demon king who has been practicing for thousands of years, with a fatal charm that confuses people's hearts all the time.
"I heard that the young master recently suffered from an old illness. Le Yao found some good healing medicine and made this medicine bag. I hope it will be helpful to the young master."
The woman in green shirt who called herself Le Yao bit her lip and took out a delicate azure sachet from her sleeve, lowering her head and presenting it to the young man with an uneasy feeling.
The quiet medicinal fragrance filled the air, and the sachet was neatly embroidered with the word "jing" in gold thread.
The young man glanced at the medicine bag in Le Yao's hand, curled his lips and smiled. Everything in the world was instantly stripped of all color.
"It must have taken a lot of time to find these medicinal materials, right? You are serious."
Le Yao raised her head happily, looking at her with a look of confusion that made her want to speak.
"let it go."
The young man didn't seem to notice the expectation in her eyes. He picked up the book in his hand again and lowered his eyes. It was just a shallow movement, and there was clearly a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it made Le Yao feel an irresistible feeling. There is a sense of oppression, and there is a majesty in that laziness that people dare not overstep.
"Yes." Le Yao carefully placed the medicine bag in her hand on the table, with a bit of disappointment in her eyes, and looked at the young man, "Le Yao, please leave."
After Le Yao left, the young man put down the book in his hand, his smile faded, and his expression became cold and distant.
He called softly, "Zishu."
A man in black attire walked out of the darkness, bowed and saluted the young man on the couch, "Master."
The young man stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his hands, looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, and asked, "Is there any news?"
Zi Shu glanced at the young man's tall and tall back in panic, and quickly bowed and said: "This subordinate is not doing his job well and has not been found yet."
"Not found yet?"
The young man glanced back at Zi Shu, but this glance made Zi Shu feel a biting chill from head to toe. The strong pressure between his brows made Zi Shu's heart tremble, and he quickly explained: "Master, please forgive me." Sin! The information over there is always tightly sealed, so it’s really difficult for us to find out.”
The young man was silent, and there seemed to be a layer of mist between his brows. He slowly said, "Is it possible that you went to Beiming?"
"My subordinates asked Beiming, and they were surprised to hear the news. It seems they didn't know about it either."
The young man's expression softened a bit unconsciously, and the mist between his brows dissipated, becoming clear again.
"Mobilize all available spies and don't miss any place until you find it."
He glanced at the medicine bag on the case again, "Get rid of this."
"Yes." Zi Shu picked up the medicine bag on the desk with understanding and disappeared into the room.
