Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 47

The words of the rich businessman surprised everyone.

The third floor where the general is drunk is not just a place for drinking and listening to music...

With the background of that idiot who has been ill for more than ten years, can he stand the toss of that group of cannibal goblins with superb skills?
"Pooh!"

Meng Qian spat and scolded:
"Sure enough, he's an idiot!"

"Hundreds of people were killed or injured when his subordinates were attacked, but he didn't care about it. He just wanted to climb into the belly of a woman. It's unreasonable! He's not afraid of tossing himself to death!"

Jiang Qingzhu frowned slightly.

She practiced martial arts and joined the army since she was a child, and she has no contact with this fourth younger brother on weekdays. She only heard people say that he has been suffering from illnesses and sleeps eight or nine hours a day.

As for femininity...

There are some gossips outside about Jiang Qingyu's golden house, but there has only been one maid in Ziyan Courtyard for more than ten years, and there was another little girl just a few months ago. From this point of view, he should not be a hungry ghost .

"Let's go to see the general drunk."

Jiang Qingzhu whispered to Meng Qian, then raised a hand, and gave an order to Babai Qingqi:
"Stay where you are and wait for my return."

"Those who act without authorization will be dealt with by military law!"

After she finished speaking, she turned her mount and galloped towards the royal city.

"This……"

"Two women going to a brothel? What's this called!"

"I, I'm still a big girl with yellow flowers!"

Meng Qian hurriedly rode her horse to keep up while complaining.

Boo, boo, boo...

On the official road, eight horseshoes rolled up a pile of dust.

Behind the two, eight hundred Qingqi shouted in unison:
"promise!"

……

The sweaty BMW under Jiang Qingzhu's seat was flying in four hooves, as fast as a bolt of lightning. Meng Qian lashed her mount dozens of lashes before she could barely keep up.

"Miss, are we really going to the brothel to meet that idiot?"

"I've heard Dong Fei say before his death that a woman will get pregnant if she goes to such a filthy place!"

A thousand reluctances were written on Meng Qian's face.

But Jiang Qingzhu ignored her persuasion, and instead calmly mentioned another matter:

"Sister Aqian, have you written down the names of the brothers who were clamoring to go up the mountain to slaughter the Qiang people just now?"

As soon as these words came out, Meng Qian's expression changed immediately:
"Miss, you suspect..."

Jiang Qingzhu nodded, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes:
"Among the 800 people, some are traitors, probably bought by Jiang Jing's mother and son long ago!"

"even……"

"Dong Fei is likely to be one of them."

Meng Qian is not a fool. Hearing what Jiang Qingzhu said, she also found doubts in some details:
"Miss, I actually had this suspicion when I learned that Dong Fei died a hundred miles away from Wangcheng. It's just that Miss Gu Ji and Dong Fei have always had a very good relationship, so I refrained from saying it."

"Yesterday, all the people in Qingzhuying were resting in the city. There was an order from the military department. We will head north again in a few days. According to Dong Fei's past habits, we must take a group of brothers to the general to find flowers and ask willows."

"But last night he appeared uncharacteristically a hundred miles away from the king's city, and pretended to be a bandit and clashed with the Qiang people. He did something that was not good for the young lady or the fourth son, but only for the second son..."

Meng Qian didn't say much next, but Jiang Qingzhu knew that this female deputy general had already concluded in her heart that Dong Fei was a spy planted by Jiang Jing's mother and son in the Qingzhu camp.

"Dong Fei..."

Jiang Qingzhu gently stroked the mane of the bloody horse sitting under him, and whispered:
"When I joined the army when I was a teenager, it was Uncle Dong who took care of me all the time. He taught me how to survive on the chaotic battlefield, how to exchange the least cost for the greatest victory, and also taught me how to form troops and train myself. Recruits..."

"For so many years in the army, he has carried twelve fatal injuries for me, and saved me from life to death countless times!"

"Even, this hard-earned horse under my seat was also given to me by him on my birthday."

"I never suspected that Uncle Dong would betray me."

"Never."

Jiang Qingzhu's expression was extremely cold, there was no expression on his face, he just gritted his teeth, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

With one hand she held the horse's reins, and with the other she tightly grabbed the bloody horse's mane.

Suddenly, there was only a painful long hiss from the horse:

"咴-"

The sweaty BMW stopped and galloped forward, its front hooves raised high, almost throwing Jiang Qingzhu off the horse's back!

Meng Qian was so frightened that she quickly tightened the reins and looked around with concern.

But it turned out that it was Jiang Qingzhu who couldn't suppress his emotions anymore and tore off the sweaty BMW's mane!
"咴-"

The horse was in so much pain that it began to jump up and down, while galloping aimlessly.

On the horseback was a woman in red armor, with an indifferent expression, and slowly pulled out a knife from her waist.

……

On Wangcheng East Street, the general is drunk.

Today Jiang Qingyu, the fourth son of the North Prince's Mansion, walked out of the Ziyan Courtyard for the first time, and entered a brothel for the first time.

The drunken bustard of the general attached great importance to this, and immediately left a few frequent customers aside, first quietly smeared rouge and gouache on his face, and then came up to introduce the girls in the building to Jiang Qingyu.

"Fourth son, the first and second floors are all vulgar and vulgar fans, and they can't get on the stage. The girls on the third and fourth floors are the best. Everyone has unique skills. I've come here, so I don't want to leave!"

"Why don't you, Aunt Yang, arrange a few meetings for you?"

The old bustard's name is Yang Hua, and when she was young, she was also a famous prostitute who made countless men throw gold and silver.

Even though he is over forty now, he still has a charming charm, especially the well-maintained plump figure is more coveted than some [-]-year-old, skinny girls on the third and fourth floors.

But it is a pity that she stopped receiving customers as early as 12 years ago, and she is very repulsed by physical contact with men.

But today's Yang Hua went against the usual pattern, she didn't know if she had taken a few taels of love potion, or she had taken a fancy to the fourth young master's appearance, anyway, she kept rubbing against Jiang Qingyu's body.

If the two maidservants of Ziyan Court hadn't temporarily unified their camps, one left and one right defended strictly, the white robe on Jiang Qingyu's body would have been smeared by the old bustard's rouge.

"Sir, let's go back."

The eldest maid, Li Chun, frowned, not hiding her distaste for the Land of Flowers and Willows.

She wrapped Jiang Qingyu's left arm with one hand, and twisted the other's waist with the other hand, her words implied threats:
"After watching for so long, you should have seen enough, right?"

"Could it be possible to spend the night here?"

But the little girl, Xiaoman, was smiling and looking around, as if everything she saw was very novel.

She was biting a bunch of candied haws that the young master spent money to buy, and said falteringly:

"My lord, I heard that at the beginning of every month, General Drunk will auction off an oiran's overnight right, and every time he can sell hundreds or even thousands of taels of gold!"

"Hundreds of thousands of taels of gold, you can buy that Jingshuige branch on South Street!"

"My lord, why don't you hook up with an oiran, and we'll carry her back to the Purple Mist Courtyard together, and then sell her?"

"..."

There was nothing Jiang Qingyu could do with the two maids.

He said he wanted to come to the brothel to see it, but one of the two maids refused to allow it, and the other made a fuss, and in the end they both insisted on coming, and when they came, they didn't let themselves touch women!
But rather...

The purpose of going to the brothel today is precisely for a woman.

"Aunt Yang."

Jiang Qingyu looked at the bustard, pretending to inadvertently ask:
"I heard that there is a girl named Ah Qi on the fourth floor where the general is drunk. She is the woman that General Dong Fei will appoint to accompany him every time he comes, right?"

(End of this chapter)