It wasn't until the body was carried away and the crowd of onlookers dispersed that Murong Qiushui remembered the purpose of his trip. Just as he was about to ask Rong Lan where the beast named Dou was hiding, Rong Lan gently tapped Murong Qiu Shui's palm and pointed forward.
Murong Qiushui looked in the direction of Rong Lan's finger and saw Rong Fei walking into a room and closing the door tightly.
"What did he go into that room for?"
"This is a brothel, of course...that one!"
Rong Lan covered her mouth and smiled.
"What the hell...this beast, he dares to let Rou'er off."
Murong Qiushui didn't react at first, but the next moment his face was full of anger, he clenched his fists and was about to rush over.
"The two gentlemen are so impressive and handsome. I am very happy to see them. Could you please share a drink with me?"
Suddenly a voice came from behind the two of them.
Murong Qiu Shui was already irritable and would turn around to curse when he heard the words, but when he saw clearly the appearance of the person speaking, he felt that he looked familiar.
This man was wearing a white gown, with a face like a crown jade, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was extremely handsome. There is a simple long sword hanging on the waist, which adds a bit of heroic temperament.
"What's your name? You're a disciple of that sect."
Murong Qiu Shui frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't remember where she had seen this person before, so she asked in a rough voice.
"Hehehe, sister, maybe she has forgotten that this is the slave's wishful husband."
Rong Lan twisted her weak and boneless waist into the man's arms, turned her head and smiled at Murong Qiu Shui.
Murong Qiu Shui was stunned when he saw this, wondering when this little goblin had someone he liked, and he never heard her mention it.
But Rong Lan said that was it.
Murong Qiu looked the man up and down carefully, nodded, cupped his hands and said.
"It matches Sister Ronglan quite well. I'm Qiankun Guan Murong Qiushui, haven't you asked me for advice yet?"
"Have you touched enough?"
Unexpectedly, the man did not answer Murong Qiushui. Instead, he reached out and slapped Rong Lan's buttocks, pushing her out of his arms.
"Hey! Your voice... sounds a bit familiar."
"Hee hee hee…"
Rong Lan was pushed away by the man. Instead of being angry, she actually smiled even more happily.
"Rou'er! Is that you?"
Murong Qiushui suddenly realized.
"The two sisters came to such a fun place, but they didn't even call me. Just now I watched the two sisters pointing to the room in front. There was a girl of their choice there. I was a little curious, so why not bring her with me? Little sister, let’s go take a look.”
Ji Rouer, who was dressed as a man, pulled the two women aside and asked in a low voice with a smile.
"Um…"
Murong Qiushui was speechless for a moment.
She and Rong Lan came here after Dou Qi, the shopkeeper of Qiancaotang, to vent their anger on Ji Rou'er. It didn't matter whether she said it or not. But Ji Rouer wants to go to that room, how can this be done?
Rong Fei...that beast might be doing something shameful with a bitch in the room. If Ji Rouer saw it, he would be pissed to death.
"There is no girl, it's Rong Fei. The Nu family and Sister Murong saw Rong Fei enter that room with their own eyes."
"Ronglan!"
Rong Lan told the story without any scruples, but by the time Murong Qiu Shui reacted, he was unable to stop him.
"Sister, don't be angry. Men are all virtuous. I'll give Rong Fei a beating that day to vent your anger. This place is not a good place because of the smog. It's better to go home and have a drink and chat."
Saying that, Murong Qiushui put his arms around Ji Rouer's shoulders, trying to take her away by force.
At this time, there was a sudden noise in the whole building, and people around him ran to the verandah, leaning out to look upstairs.
Murong Qiushui and the three young girls were already curious about such mysterious places as brothels. When they saw this, they immediately forgot about Rong Fei and everything else. They crowded to the veranda with the crowd to see what was going on.
Something interesting happened.
Following people's gaze, I saw a maid with a sweet and pretty face walking down the stairs to the sixth floor holding a bouquet of yellow flowers.
The three girls were wondering what was so interesting about a little girl, when they heard someone talking next to them.
"Look, that's Miss Yunxiang's personal maid. Miss Yunxiang is one of the four great courtesans in Kyoto. Not to mention her beauty, she is also good at playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and singing. There are many wealthy families in Kyoto. Young masters, royal relatives and nobles are obsessed with it."
"Since I am obsessed with Miss Yunxiang, why can her personal maid attract everyone to watch?"
One person must have come to Kyoto for the first time and didn't know much about things here, so he asked strangely.
"Hehehe, you just don't know something. But you can see the yellow flowers in the hands of the maid."
"I saw it. They are wild flowers that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. They are very common."
"That's Yunxiang flower, which has the same name as Miss Yunxiang. As one of the four great courtesans, naturally not everyone is eligible to meet Miss Yunxiang. Tell me why people often spend a lot of money to hold poetry gatherings at Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower.
A romantic place where literati, dignitaries and dignitaries gathered, making it a good place to become famous.
The second reason is that Miss Yunxiang likes poetry the most. Anyone who can compose a poem that Miss Yunxiang appreciates at the poetry meeting will be invited to enter Miss Yunxiang’s room on the sixth floor and be in the same room with her... Hehehe, don’t do it. I misunderstood. Miss Yunxiang is a poor woman who only sells her art but not her body. Inviting people into the room is just to explore the subtleties of poetry. Miss Yunxiang would also copy the poems on it in her own handwriting, invite the author to sign and print on it, then frame it and hang it in the room for daily appreciation.
At the end, Miss Yunxiang will play a piece of music or dance alone to express her gratitude.
Whenever a poem was written at the poetry meeting that Yunxiang would appreciate, a maid would be sent to hold a yellow flower and hand the yellow flower with the same name as Yunxiang to the poet's hand, which represented an invitation to enter the scene.
Regardless of whether they are royal family members or down-and-out scholars, Miss Yunxiang treats everyone equally. She will not look down on them because of their status, nor look down on them because of their poverty. Sun Yanche, who passed the three-level examination last year, was Miss Yunxiang's guest. And this is the only way to see girl Yunxiang's beauty.
I saw the young man on the first floor who was shaking all over and his eyes were shining. "
"I saw it. Are you afraid that you're suffering from epilepsy?"
"Keep your voice down, but don't let him hear it, otherwise you will have trouble leaving Kyoto alive. Let me tell you, he is the son of Mr. Fan Lifan, the left minister of household affairs, Fan Jian. Jinfeng Xiaoyulou two years ago On the night of New Year's Eve, Miss Yunxiang performed a song and dance for the first time on stage. From then on, Fan Jian became like a demon and became Miss Yunxiang's number one fan.
Miss Yunxiang was selected as one of the four major courtesans in Kyoto for the first time last year. It is said that it was because Mr. Fan spent thousands of dollars to support her. For this reason, Mr. Fan was beaten by his father until he could not get out of bed for three days. Before the wound on his butt healed, Mr. Fan was already suffering from lovesickness and secretly sneaked to Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building, just to see Miss Yunxiang and get some relief. "
"Did we see you for the last time?"
"Didn't I already say that writing excellent poems that are appreciated and loved by Miss Yunxiang is the only way to become a guest in the curtain. So naturally Mr. Fan failed to do so. Not only that, Mr. Fan also pulled the whole A cart of gold went to the Jingyuan Marquis Mansion to redeem Miss Yunxiang, but in the end he was severely beaten by Chang Yanei. Hehehehe."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this Mr. Fan is still a love interest."
"Hey, come down, come down, let's see which talent is favored by Miss Yunxiang today."
Is there such a thing in the world?
After hearing this, the three girls felt it was incredible. At the same time, their curiosity was aroused. They followed everyone's gaze and stared at the movements of the maid holding the yellow flower in her hand.
The maid had obviously adapted to being in the spotlight. She looked as normal and walked steadily down the stairs.
We're on the fifth floor...the fourth floor...the third floor...
Everyone knew that the maid's destination was the first floor where the poetry party was held, but she did not want to delay him.
They secretly thought about what if the raindrops fell on them.
Men, regardless of their beauty or ugliness, rich or poor, will always have this kind of innate blind confidence.
At this time, many people were already recalling or asking people around them about the wonderful poems they had written in the previous poetry gatherings.
I wonder which talented man tonight will get the opportunity to be in the same room with Miss Yunxiang, which is the envy of all men.
The maid holding the bouquet had already arrived on the second floor. Under everyone's surprised gaze, she ignored the stairs leading to the first floor and walked deep into the corridor on the second floor. Finally, she stopped in front of a room in the middle of the corridor. pace.
You can see the light inside the room from the door grille, and the light means there is someone in the room.
There is a prostitute living in every room. The rue flowers will not be handed over to the sisters who travel with them, but to the guests in the room.
So...the person Miss Yunxiang is summoning tonight is having sex!
This speculation quickly spread among the crowd, and some of Rue's admirers became angry.
Among them, Fan Jian is the most famous.
His face turned red and his eyes seemed to be bursting with fire. He grabbed the sword of a soldier next to him and was about to rush to the second floor to kill the bastard in the room, but he was stopped by Ren Jinhan. Come down.
Only a few people saw Rong Fei enter that room earlier.
Is Miss Yunxiang inviting Rong Fei tonight?
Rong Fei has become a famous person in Kyoto these days, especially after this morning, he has gained the status of a royal relative.
But there are not a few royal relatives who admire Miss Yunxiang, and I don't see anyone she treats with a different eye.
At this time, someone suddenly remembered a poem that Rong Fei had recited in Chunxiang's room.
A pair of jade arms serves as a pillow for thousands of people, and a tiny bit of red lips can be tasted by thousands of guests.
But this is obviously a poem that satirizes promiscuous women. How could it be loved by Miss Yunxiang?
Under everyone's puzzled, confused and curious eyes, Rong Fei in the room had finished talking to Boss Xue, opened the door and walked out.
"My girl Yunxiang would like to invite you to meet me."
The maid holding the flower smiled sweetly and handed the yellow flower in her hand to Rong Fei.
"Miss Yunxiang?"
Rong Fei muttered.
Before coming to Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building, Rong Fei made some inquiries and naturally knew that Yunxiang was the top star of Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building and one of the four major courtesans in Kyoto, but he didn't know the rules of yellow flowers for inviting guests.
I have no acquaintance with this Rue Xiang Oiran, nor do I have anything to do with him, so why am I looking for him?
The purpose of tonight's trip has been achieved. Rong Fei didn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't like the noisy environment here, so he smiled at the maid and apologized.
"Sorry, Rong has something important to do, so I won't bother you anymore."
After that, he flicked his sleeves and walked away.
"What a brave bitch, let's see grandpa doesn't beat you to death tonight!"
A loud shout came from downstairs. Rong Fei was alert and turned his head to avoid it. A long sword that had not been unsheathed crookedly flew past in front of him, hit the wall and fell to the ground.
