The life simulator of the strange world

Chapter 42

"This brother's words are really vulgar!" A scholar stood beside Zhu Qi, and when he heard Zhu Qi's words, he immediately said angrily: "Ms. Flowers and plants... ordinary women are easy to find in the world, but rare women like Miss Ruhua are rare! Don't say a hundred taels, even a thousand taels are worth it!"

Several scholars around should be friends of this person, and they responded one after another, criticizing Zhu Qi for a while.

"Why is this vulgar?" Zhu Qi curled his lips: "If you sell it by yourself, you won't let it go... But she can sell it for 100 taels overnight, you people have to take full responsibility, drive up the price, and pay back 1000 taels?"

He looked at the scholar who was arguing, his robes were washed white, and he might not be able to get five taels of silver for his whole body, yet he still had the heart to complain about a person who earned 100 taels a night.

Also rescue small animals, raise flowers and plants, why does this career sound so familiar?It seems that in his previous life, he saw many "famous ladies" and liked to set up people like this.

"My lord, please stop arguing with these scholars." Old Sun persuaded, "There are all scholars here, and to provoke them is to provoke yourself."

But Lao Sun agreed with Zhu Qi's words very much from the bottom of his heart, he just slept with a woman, and he wanted 100 taels of silver, which was the price that these poor scholars pushed up.

He is old, thin-skinned, and unable to learn, Zhu Qi's mouth is dirty, so he admires Zhu Qi even more.

"Old Sun, have you heard a word?" Zhu Qi asked.

"What?" Old Sun was puzzled.

"When a scholar meets a soldier, it's hard to tell why he is reasonable." Zhu Qi chuckled: "If I want to reason with them, I can reason with them, and if I don't want to reason with them, I can use my fist!"

He is at the seventh level of Martial Dao, and because he joined Qimen for too short a time, he has no official position, but raising the small flag is a certainty, and by raising the small flag, he can take charge of a team of ten people and be awarded the seventh rank.

Even if the magistrate is here, Zhu Qi will beat him up and the other party will not dare to fart, let alone these poor scholars who are not even scholars.

Lao Sun also remembered that the young man in front of him was a genius who had stepped into martial arts at a young age, and he had just returned from a narrow escape, so he had no intention of being patient with these ordinary people.

"You still want to do it!"

The scholar flicked his sleeves: "Hmph, vulgar! I'm too lazy to argue with you!"

Turn around and leave after speaking.

On the contrary, Zhu Qi was stunned, and then he shook his head: "I thought I could meet the literary battle scene that is necessary for a traverser, and I will stunned this group of people with Wen Chaogong, I didn't expect that everyone here is so knowledgeable about current affairs .”

"It's Young Master Liu!"

"Master Liu is here!"

The hall of the brothel suddenly became lively, Zhu Qi followed the noise of the crowd and turned his head to look, and found a scholar wearing a robe made of high-quality material, wearing a jade hairpin on his head, and holding a jade fracture fan in his hand. At night, they fanned each other very coquettishly.

Like a traffic star, Mr. Liu kept nodding and smiling at the voices calling him.

Zhu Qi noticed that those poor scholars admired him the most, but the well-dressed and seemingly well-off sons and buddies responded mediocrely.

There was commotion in the Red Square, and a voice suddenly came out.

"My lords~, Miss Ruhua will ask a question tonight, and the lord who answers can go to the boudoir to have a talk."

The one who spoke was a good-looking sister Yu, about 30 years old, with a mature charm.

"Is this the bustard?" Zhu Qi asked the old grandson beside him in surprise.

He didn't see the old bustard after searching for a long time just now, thinking that "Mama-san" is not popular in this world.

"That's right." The old grandson nodded.

"Shouldn't she be a big fat girl? Why is she not bad?" Zhu Qi asked strangely.

But Lao Sun said strangely: "The bustard is also a facade. If it is a big fat lady as you said, my lord, those guests will be disturbed. Who would want to come?"

"You're right." Zhu Qi nodded. It's his first time visiting a brothel, so he doesn't know so much. Whatever other people say, he just nods. It's even more reasonable than he knows how to visit a brothel!
The old bustard continued: "Miss Ruhua asks a question, so please be affectionate."

Seeing that the scholars and young masters were thinking hard, the old bustard added: "Of course, even if you get the answer, you have to pay a hundred taels of silver first, and pay for the tea."

The faces of those poor scholars who were eager to try their hands collapsed, and among them was the scholar who confronted Zhu Qi just now.

The old bustard added this sentence to remind these poor scholars not to participate indiscriminately. Opening a shop is to make money. Who will tell you about your talents?

"Affection?"

A few poems flashed through Zhu Qi's mind, and he could really recite them, but when he thought about spending 100 taels of silver, just for the top card of "a pair of jade arms and a pillow for thousands of people, and a bit of red lips for thousands of people", he felt a little nervous. don't open your mouth.

When everyone was thinking hard, Mr. Liu got up and took two steps, sighing: "There are many fish and geese in the end of the world, and I believe that parting in the world is painful."

Zhu Qi was taken aback for a moment, wondering if this Mr. Liu is also a time traveler?He has heard this poem!
"Good poetry, good poetry!"

A scholar was amazed, and then the others nodded in admiration.

At this moment, a voice came from upstairs: "Dare to ask Mr. Liu, is it for Miss Chunrou?"

Zhu Qi looked up and saw a woman with a good figure and an exquisite face standing on the second floor, wearing light gauze and thin clothes, her graceful figure could be vaguely seen.

The face of an angel, the figure of a devil.

There is no "Xiba" plastic surgery technology in this world, it is absolutely natural.

"It's a girl like a flower!"

The scholars were excited and whispering.

Zhu Qi also nodded, and said to Lao Sun: "It's quite beautiful, I don't know if it's really inlaid with gold."

Lao Sun smiled, he could see that the young Zhu Qi looked down on these brothel girls, and made sarcastic remarks to the scholars who visited the brothels.

He didn't know that as a time traveler, Zhu Qi was a good young man, free from pornography, gambling and drugs, so he just took a look at it out of curiosity, and didn't even want to have a relationship with that beautiful lady.

He is not sure whether the warrior's physical fitness can be immune to HIV.

Mr. Liu nodded and said: "Chunrou and I are childhood sweethearts, but it's a pity that her soul has passed away, and every time she thinks about it, there will be infinite pain in her heart."

Ruhua nodded: "From the poem, it can be heard that Mr. Liu has a deep affection for Miss Chunrou."

She said: "Mr. Liu's poems are in my heart today, please invite Mr. Liu." After she finished speaking, she turned her head and left.

The old bustard shouted: "Young Master Liu, please go upstairs!"

The other scholars watched Mr. Liu go upstairs with envious eyes, not knowing what they were thinking.

But Zhu Qi asked: "What about Mr. Liu and Chun Rou?"

Lao Sun only wandered around the brothel occasionally, and usually took off his trousers to get straight to the point, so he didn't have time to inquire about the miscellaneous things about the scholar.

A scholar walked over and said, "Brother, I don't know about this, Mr. Liu...you are such an infatuated person."

He sighed, and introduced to Zhu Qi familiarly: "He met Miss Chunrou, and they hit it off, but in an accident, Miss Chunrou hanged herself in an inn, and Mr. Liu has been depressed ever since."

"What a gloomy one!" Zhu Qi looked towards the second floor. This gloomy Mr. Liu went upstairs to sleep with the lady after showing off his coquettishness just now, and he might have taken off his pants by now.

He wasn't sure before, but after hearing what the scholar said about Young Master Liu and Chunrou, he was sure that the hanged female ghost Zhao Chunrou he met at the inn when he came here was the girl Chunrou that the scholar said.

The female ghost was infatuated, and at the end she did not forget to ask Zhu Qi to come and see how Young Master Liu was doing.

And this Mr. Liu used the dead Chunrou as a cover to create a miserable Qiongyao persona to visit the brothel.

For Mr. Liu, Zhu Qi already felt disgusted.

"Thank you, Xiongtai Science Popularization." Zhu Qichong nodded to the scholar, and left with his grandson, leaving the scholar puzzled: "Kepu? What do you mean? Compose? I didn't compose."

After coming out of the Red Square, Zhu Qi asked: "Old Sun, what is the origin of that Mr. Liu?"

Lao Sun is worthy of being a local snake. Although he doesn't know about Miss Scholar's love affair, he knows the local forces well.

"That Mr. Liu seems to be from the Liu family of Jianmu Mansion. Liu Xianglong of the Liu family is a master of the sixth realm of martial arts, and the Liu family also has many scholars, one or two county magistrates, and they are also very powerful in the local area."

"A master of the middle three realms!" Zhu Qi's heart skipped a beat. Even though he was unhappy with Young Master Liu, he couldn't touch him at will.

"Why so much trouble?" He sighed.

The old sun on the side didn't know what Zhu Qi was thinking at all, why he sighed suddenly, and the old sun thought to himself: Aren't we here to visit the kiln? The girl didn't touch her hand, so she sighed.

"Okay, I'll go back to sleep, you can play by yourself." Zhu Qi drew a bank note and handed it to Lao Sun: "Pay attention to your health, Lao Sun."

Old Sun held the banknote and said wretchedly with a smile: "Don't worry, my lord. I'm old but I have tricks. I'll save myself by lying down."

Zhu Qi gave a thumbs up: "It has to be you, old grandson!"

"Let's go!" He waved his hand and left the brightly lit street.

(End of this chapter)