Five thousand taels of silver, how about not mentioning it?
That’s free prostitution!
Yang Gang smiled silently after hearing this.
"good!"
Hong Ye’s words immediately received applause from the whole room.
"It's so elegant to use poetry as a price!"
"Wonderful! What happened tonight will surely be a good story if word spreads about it!"
"Although this poem is a bit wild, it is most appropriate to place it in this place of joy. I believe that after tonight, the name of Hongye everyone will be resounding throughout the Holy Capital! How can it be compared with five thousand taels of silver?"
"Sigh... I just lament that after tonight, Miss Hongye's worth is probably not something ordinary people like us can afford!"
For a time, the wind direction in Sanye Tower completely changed.
Everyone praised Yang Gang one after another, as if not saying so would make him look like the ordinary man who was beheaded, as the poem said.
'Arty'
On the second floor, Yang Yuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
It's a pity that no one cares about him anymore.
A faint smile appeared on Yang Gang's face, and he looked at the red leaves with burning eyes.
The red leaves behind the curtain couldn't help but blush, lowering their heads and not daring to look at each other.
This mysterious young master indeed has extraordinary literary talent, but... he is also a bit too bad!
To actually write this kind of poem to tease myself...
But compared to the young master who pretends to be a 'gentleman' these days to please him, but secretly wants to eat him, he seems so... special.
What a happy and annoying enemy!
Since ancient times, women in brothels have been sentimental, and Hongye was moved by an explicit poem.
And this is exactly the effect Yang Gang wants.
"If she was really the yandere Ye Hongyi in her previous life... hum."
Jumped down from the second floor.
Yang Gang raised his hand and said, "Miss Hongye, please."
"Sir, please."
Hong Ye came out from behind the curtain and took the initiative to salute Yang Gang, her face flushed.
The group of people walked towards the private room at the back, and couldn't help but envy everyone in the Sanye Tower, and they all sighed with regret.
"I hope everyone in the red leaves tonight will not indulge in the word 'color'! Leave the red leaves on the bedside..."
"Fairy Hongye, you must be alert!"
"I...I believe in Hongye everyone!"
"Oh~~~ Which beautiful woman doesn't love a talented man? I think tonight... it's a cliffhanger!"
"Damn it!" Yang Yuan glared at their backs, almost breaking his back molars.
…
The elegant aisle is filled with the fragrance of women.
Hongye led the way, one of the two maids was holding the hem of her skirt, and the other was holding the guqin.
Yang Gang and Hong Ye walked side by side.
Jiang Jiang was following behind them, his eyes a little cold.
"Dare I ask the young master's name?" Hongye asked Yang Gang softly, unaware of the gaze behind her.
"Yang... Wuwei." Yang Gang said slowly.
"The slave family has met Mr. Yang, haha." Hongye covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, seemingly not reacting to the name at all.
Yang Gang frowned slightly.
'Has she... not awakened from her previous life? Or maybe I got the wrong person? '
He couldn't help but touch the mask on his face.
The characteristics of the Young Hero of the Golden Sword, coupled with the name 'Yang Wuwei', were already very obvious, but the other party still didn't react at all. I don’t know if he is scheming, or if he is really the same as what he appears to be?
But if Hongye really didn't awaken from his past life, why did he help the Titan survivors steal half of the magic gun?
"In front of you is Qin Xin Yaju, where the little girl practices the piano on weekdays. Mr. Yang, please come."
Hongye stretched out her hand and pushed open a door.
Yang Gang suddenly stopped.
A look of disappointment.
"I originally wanted my heart to be illuminated by the moon, but the bright moon illuminated the ditch. Yang respects the red leaf girl and wants to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, but the girl brings me to a place like this... Could it be that Yang is the same as Yang? Are they like ordinary people?"
"Um?"
Hongye couldn't help being stunned.
He turned his eyes and asked, "Where are you going, young master?"
"Where to go?"
Yang Gang looked around, then suddenly approached Hongye's ear and whispered: "How about going to the girl's boudoir?"
"ah!"
Hongye took two steps back in panic, his ears turning red.
"This this...."
"Why, can't it? Indeed, how can outsiders be allowed to come and go at will in the boudoir... It was Yang who was rude. That's all, Yang is leaving now!" As he said that, he actually turned around and left.
As he walked, he sighed, "If I were to be like them, I would rather not come to this Sanye Building in the future."
"Master Yang."
There was a cry from behind.
Hongye stood there, his face turned red.
This man...why is he so direct...but he clearly knows that he is acting, but he can't bear to refuse his request.
It's so bad!
Yang Gang turned his head instantly.
'Surprise' said: "Did the girl agree? Don't worry, girl. You and I are both bringing maids with us. Are we still afraid that Yang will mess around?"
"You... hum."
Hong Ye stamped her feet and ran away with a blush on her face.
'What a strange feeling~~' Hongye covered her chest, feeling like her soul was being invaded, which made her heart pound.
"Kekeke, young master, hurry up and follow me!"
The maid on the side smiled sweetly and said: "Miss Hongye has agreed! The red tent warms the pavilion, and the red sleeves add fragrance. Tonight~~~Young Master is very lucky!"
"Hey~~"
Yang Gang laughed heartily and followed the footsteps of the girls.
But he forgot that there was Jiang Jiang behind him, holding the knife for him.
She looked at Hongye's back coldly, with a hint of evil aura flashing in her eyes.
"So, this was the purpose of his acting in that scene?"
In order to avoid half of the magic gun being transferred, they really need to find clues quickly. With ordinary means, it was difficult to be invited to Hongye's boudoir immediately.
But……
He is so smart when he uses his crooked brain, why is he usually... like a pig?
Jiang Jiang pursed his lips tightly.
After a while.
The group of people came to the backyard of Sanyelou, an elegant small attic.
Hongye took the guqin from the maid's hand and ordered: "Xiaoyan, Xiaolan, go and prepare some food and wine."
"Yes, girl."
The two maids agreed, bowed to Yang Gang and then turned and left.
Yang Gang and Jiang Jiang looked at each other and nodded secretly.
The opportunity has come.
"Sir, please."
Hongye pushed open the door and entered the small hall downstairs.
She put down her guqin, then turned around and said:
"Young Master, have you got your wish? I wonder if you can...take off your mask and let me see your true face in Lushan?"
Said.
She lowered her head shyly.
"Take off the mask? I think...it's not necessary."
Yang Gang looked at the shy Hongye and suddenly smiled. Jiang Jiang also walked to Yang Gang holding a long knife and looked at her coldly.
A trace of astonishment flashed across Hongye's face, and she finally felt something was wrong.
We are already here, why are they still unwilling to take off their masks?
Yang Gang glanced at Jiang Jiang.
The latter understood instantly, stretched out his hand and shot out a blast of energy, covering the entire small attic.
"The sound has been blocked. Even if she screams at the top of her lungs, no one will hear her." Jiang Jiang said.
"Okay, go and search."
Yang Gang nodded.
"What, what are you going to do?" Hongye looked shocked, took two steps back in panic, and suddenly ran out of the house.
However, Yang Gang held him down and pressed his hands directly to the ground.
"Don't move, I'll kill you if you move again."
He put his knee on the woman's lower back and threatened her fiercely.
"Hmm~~"
Hong Ye was so frightened that her face turned pale, she bit her lip and let out a muffled groan.
Yang Gang glanced at her doubtfully.
Feeling that his knees were still shaking, he warned again: "Don't move, do you hear me clearly?"
"I, I didn't move, you were...pressing on that person..." Hongye lay on the ground, his face pressed to the ground, pitifully.
"oh?"
Yang Gang glanced at the position of his knees.
'Pa~'
Suddenly he slapped him and said fiercely: "You still say you haven't moved? Be honest!"
"Uh huh~~ You, don't fight." Hongye's voice was thin and weak.
Yang Gang's eyes lit up, and when he looked at her cheeks and neck, a pink color suddenly appeared on her face.
This performance... is as good as nineteen!
"found it."
At this time Jiang Jiang came over holding a wooden box.
The wooden box she opened contained a small box of crystal powder.
Yang Gang took it and sniffed it with his nose, smelling a faint smell of blood from the scent of powder.
Jiang Jiang's voice came to his ears: "That night, the magic gun must have stimulated mutual induction after seeing blood. They didn't have time to process it, so each box left some blood smell."
"It's really you."
Yang Gang suddenly looked coldly at the red leaves beneath him.
"It's not me, they asked me to do it... They threatened me... Please, don't kill me!" Hongye finally understood the purpose of the two people, and his face turned pale.
His body was shaking with fear.
"Tell me, who is threatening you? Tell me everything you know." Yang Gang said coldly.
"I don't know, I really don't know, don't, don't kill me... Wuwuwu" Hongye was frightened and started to struggle instinctively.
"let me."
Jiang Jiang patted Yang Gang on the shoulder, and then turned the red leaves over.
"Hmph~~"
Hongye groaned, but Jiang Jiang stepped on his abdomen.
She grabbed the Sanye Loutou brand's breast, pulled her upper body off the ground, leaned close to her face and said coldly: "Tell me, where did the things go?"
"I have no idea."
'Pa~~'
Hongye's head turned half a circle, the right side of his face was burning red, and his eyes were dull.
"Good~~it hurts."
"..." Yang Gang looked at Jiang Jiang and wanted to ask, why do you want to reward her?
