the other side, flower festival

Chapter 4 The Man Hiding in the Brothel

A group of guys held sticks in their hands, looking for the roof where the sound just came out, and saw the back of a big bird. Everyone was shocked, and the leader guy stayed where he was, not daring to move. The little bookboy showed his face and looked up at the empty sky: "Was that just a big bird?"

There was the sound of people walking in the west wing. The little book boy came to his senses first, and turned his head to look at the west wing in a panic. He saw that the room was brightly lit. Through the window, he could see someone walking around. He was still in panic because of what happened just now. , unknowingly took two steps back, pointed to the west wing room where their young master lived: "There is someone."

A group of guys gathered together and slowly walked towards the west wing. The figures inside stopped suddenly and stood blankly at the door. They looked terrifying. The guys didn't dare to push the door and pushed each other away. Then, the childish voice of the little book boy sounded: "I'm coming, if the young master has returned. I can comfort you in my heart," he said, biting his thick lips, stretched out his fat little hands, and slowly walked towards the gate. push away.

With a squeak, the moment the door was slowly opened, all the staff unconsciously retreated, covering their eyes subconsciously, not daring to look at the person inside the door for the first time, only the little bookboy stood there, Looking at the person in front of him with wide eyes open, he cried, "Master, you are back."

Young Master Zhang, who had disappeared for a day and a night, turned his head and looked at the little book boy. He still held the book in his hand, but his face was filled with doubt and fear.

Young Master Zhang: "Who are you?"

Dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the road was plunged into darkness. In the shadows, the figure of a vigorous man flashed into the bustling Pingkang. The scarlet color in his eyes gradually receded, replaced by normal black pupils, which were bright and matched with his sharp edges and corners. No girl would stop for a moment when she saw it, but the man never looked sideways, because the lights were brightly lit, and he was completely unaffected by the retreat of the moonlight, and his ears were filled with silky bamboo and the crisp laughter of the girls .

This Pingkangli is not anywhere else, it is the most prosperous place in the capital of the Tang Dynasty, the only brothel street open at night, the passing merchants, the dignitaries of the capital, who have never visited this Pingkangli, the girls in Pingkangli are all competing for beauty , who are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, even better than that official lady. When men come here, they seem to have lost their souls. They play songs every night and spend a lot of money just to win the allure of those top girls smile.

The vigorous man walked among the Yingying and Yanyan expressionlessly, but he didn't seem to care, as if he didn't see it. His footsteps stopped at the side door of a courtyard called "Zuijin Building". The inside is bustling, with silk and bamboo playing endlessly, chanting poems, singing and dancing, it's so elegant that it doesn't look like a brothel.

The man jumped into the side door without any movement, as if he disappeared out of thin air. He walked in the shadows, through the courtyard, through the corridor, surrounded by red, green and green, the girl When they saw him, they seemed so familiar that they didn't even need to say hello. When he walked to a door at the end of the corridor, there was a light on inside the door, but no sound could be heard. He knocked on the door. He opened the door, only to hear a clean and pleasant female voice from inside: "Come in." The man opened the door and went in, and turned around. After checking that no one noticed, he closed the door again with his backhand.

"Thorn, you are back." It was a young girl who spoke, kneeling and sitting in front of a low table. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a good face, fair complexion, red lips and white teeth. Huadian looks like a crabapple flower, the pink is so tender that it is embedded between her eyebrows, and various gold, silver and jade objects are inserted in her hair, shining brightly, and the whole person looks like she is shining with infinite light .There were two cups of tea in front of her, one for herself to drink, but there was no one in front of her.

The vigorous man named Thorn only glanced at the woman: "Miss Linglong is here too? Why don't you stay in the front hall and come to disturb our girl's cleanliness again?"

At this time, behind the crimson gauze curtain at the back of the room, there was a woman. Through the crimson gauze curtain, a pair of white feet could be seen. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She got out of bed, because her feet moved , there was a burst of jingling bells, but the woman did not step out of the curtain, and the woman said softly: "Is it all done?"

"It's done." Thorn seemed a little afraid of the girl in the curtain.

Linglong shook her head and laughed, knowing that the two of them had something important to discuss, she seemed to be used to the tone of thorns talking to herself, she lowered her head and stood up, then bowed to the back of the curtain, her slender fingers were wrapped around the cloak , like a fairy, she said in a low voice: "Girl, I'm going out first."

The woman in the curtain gave a light "um": "You go first, remember what I told you."

Linglong lowered her body and was about to go out. Before going out, she glanced at Thorn with her beautiful peach eyes, but Thorn never looked at her again. Linglong looked a little sad. She sighed softly, pushed the door and went out, and closed the door again. He also closed it, and the sad expression on his face just now changed into a fake smile.

The oncoming bustard pulled Linglong in her hand and said as she walked, "Oh, my Linglong girl, I won't be able to see you in a second, there are guests waiting in the front hall, and they want to hear you playing music." , do you think you will follow that young master today?" The bustard got closer, "Do you know who this young master is today? He is a big shot, you and I"

Linglong frowned, and withdrew her hand from the old bustard's hand: "Mom, you are joking. The girl agreed to me, and you don't need to be a performer, let alone sell yourself. You are joking about it, so there is no point in it."

The old bustard was stunned for a moment, and then she lost her eyes with a smile: "Yes, yes, it's rare that the court ordered the official's son to take a fancy to you. If you don't go up and wait a little longer, there will be no bright future in the future." Saying that, she held Linglong's hand again. wrist.

Linglong still wanted to break free, but the bustard suddenly approached Linglong's ear, and whispered: "There were so many people just now, it's not convenient for me to say, the second son of the Shangshu Mansion is not a bad person, but a benefactor can only be a benefactor forever, you just help the girl Just inquire about the news, don't be really tempted, you won't be able to turn back in the end, the one who hurts is yourself."

Linglong paused, and looked at the bustard, who nodded to Linglong: "You and I can't clear up everything about why the girl stooped here, but I can know a little bit about it, not to mention going through fire and water for the girl, but En is always there." It should be reported." Linglong lowered her eyes and nodded lightly: "Yes, I know."

The old bustard pursed her lips and nodded, Linglong took the initiative to reach out her hand, took the old bustard's hand, changed her distaste just now, and nodded: "Don't worry, mom, I understand everything you say."

The two walked through a crowded place and came to an elegant guest room. When they opened the door, they saw a handsome young man with the appearance of a scholar. Because the man sat alone by the door without a companion, Linglong couldn't help being startled, supposedly this official son shouldn't be a supporter?Why are the people in front of me so good?Are you not even afraid that this place of fireworks will bring unnecessary trouble to yourself?
(End of this chapter)