wicked immortal

At sunset, Zhao Yuan came out from his practice.

In the setting sun, Zhao Yuan, with his long hair tied up and a Confucian scarf on his head, his overbearing body covered by a gray robe, looks like a full-fledged scholar.

In Zhao Yuan's bones, there is a literati temperament. Whenever he needs to disguise his identity, as long as he puts on a set of Confucian clothes, the sturdy aura will disappear without a trace, and he will be reborn as a suave literati.

Of course, upon closer inspection, there was still a hint of wildness between Zhao Yuan's brows.

Under the fiery red sunset, Zhao Yuan picked up his small black sword and flew all the way at low altitude, and soon arrived at the imperial capital dozens of miles away.

The emperor at dusk is the most magnificent time, when the setting sun melts into gold, the sunset glow is brilliant, the sky is crimson like blood, it is so magnificent and dazzling that it looks like a fairyland in a fairyland.

At this time, the gates of the imperial capital were not closed, and the majestic and simple city walls looked even thicker and steeper under the afterglow of the setting sun. .

Zhao Yuan pressed down the flying sword and followed a pair of merchants into the capital of the Great Qin Empire.

Zhao Yuan was no stranger to the imperial capital. He had been to the imperial capital with his father when he was only a teenager, and it could be regarded as a revisit of the old place.

Of course, Zhao Yuan was still young at that time, and he didn't have a deep impression of the imperial capital.

It was also that time that he saw He Ling.

If there were no accidents in the Zhao family, He Ling had already become his wife at this moment.

The years are like a river, and the past is long.

Zhao Yuan walked alone on the busy street with mixed feelings.

Life is always controlled by a strange force.

For a long time, Zhao Yuan deliberately didn't think about the He family, but there seems to be a divine will in the dark. When he was in the Wanjia East Courtyard, Zhao Yuan met Youlan from the Baihualou of Xujiaqiao, and Youlan, she left Wanjia. When I was in the East Courtyard, my destination was the famous Baihualou.

When Zhao Yuan and Mingri Mingyue agreed on the meeting place, the name of Baihualou blurted out from Zhao Yuan's mouth.

What Zhao Yuan didn't expect was that the cuckoo that the wolf demon mentioned was also in Baihualou.

It seems that Baihualou has become an unavoidable place in Zhao Yuan's life.

Thinking of Baihualou, Zhao Yuan was inexplicably looking forward to it.

How is Youlan?

In Zhao Yuan's view, Youlan is a strange woman, not only versatile, but also has thoughts that ordinary people don't have.

Thinking of You Lan, Zhao Yuan couldn't help feeling hot. This time, is there a chance to continue the relationship?

Definitely no chance...

Immediately, a wry smile appeared on Zhao Yuan's face. He thought of Mingri Mingyue and his twin nuns. If nothing happened, they should be waiting for him at Baihualou.

Thinking of those two nuns who always looked sneaky, Zhao Yuan felt dizzy.

In Zhao Yuan's memory fragments, there are many things related to the two nuns, but Zhao Yuan can't connect those broken memories, and he still can't determine the specific relationship with the two nuns.

Could it really be his two wives?

Zhao Yuan shook his head subconsciously, telling him intuitively that Ming Ri Mingyue should not be his wife, because his fiancée is He Ling, the daughter of He Zixiong, the owner of Wanhualou.

Naturally, the two twin sisters of Tomorrow and Mingyue did not expect that Zhao Yuan was piecing together those broken memories. It is easy to get some results, after all, he has not completely lost his memory.

In this kind of patchwork, Zhao Yuan discovered that the girl "Wan Ling'er" appeared the most, but in fact, Zhao Yuan didn't know what this girl looked like...

……

Walking on the street while thinking wildly, soon, I arrived at Baihualou.

At this time, night has fallen in the imperial capital.

The majestic Baihua Building is still majestic and towering, and you can see the resplendent and magnificent pavilions from hundreds of feet away.

When we were still a hundred feet away from Baihua Building, some luxurious carriages were parked on both sides of the street, and some grooms in exquisite uniforms gathered together to chat about the mountains.

Arrived at the gate of Baihualou.

Looking at the two rows of black-clothed men who looked like iron towers on both sides of Baihualou, Zhao Yuan couldn't help being stunned. In his memory, Baihualou was not so guarded.

Perhaps, times have changed, and so has the management of Baihualou.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan felt relieved. After all, the last time he came to Baihualou was more than ten years ago.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan thought of a question, Baihualou does not entertain female guests.

Looking at the situation, it is impossible for tomorrow and Mingyue to sneak into Baihualou, so where will they wait for him?

Zhao Yuan, who was about to enter the Baihua Building, hesitated for a moment, looked up and looked around, but there was no sign of Ming Ri and Ming Yue.

Perhaps, they have a way to enter Baihualou.

"Young Master, do you know anyone?" A burly man in black with a cold face saw Zhao Yuan hovering at the door, strode up to Zhao Yuan and asked.

"You Lan." Zhao Yuan blurted out.

"You Lan?" The big man was taken aback, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Is there a problem?" Zhao Yuan said lightly.

"Please!"

The big man in black looked at Zhao Yuan's back as he walked into the Baihua Building, and was in a daze for a while. He originally planned to ask the young man's identity, but the young man's gestures and gestures showed a certain majesty, which dispelled him. When Zhao Yuan entered Baihualou, the big man in black still looked dull. Obviously, he couldn't figure out why he was photographed by a scholar.

The current Zhao Yuan is not the Zhao Yuan who used to hide in Tibet like a bereaved dog. He not only scrambled in the rivers and lakes and licked blood with the blade of a knife, but also fought in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Heishui City. The original hostility has increased the daunting aura of the strong.

After entering the Baihua Building, Zhao Yuan was immediately received by a very beautiful bustard.

The bustards of Baihualou are not comparable to other brothel bosses. Not only do they have extremely high requirements on words and demeanor, but they also have extremely high requirements on appearance.

Moreover, Baihualou is different from other brothels in that there are more than a dozen old bustards, each with its own customer base.

In fact, many bustards are good girls from Baihualou, not only well educated, but also able to grasp the minds of customers.

"Young Master, you don't look like someone from the imperial capital. Is there any girl you know?" The old bustard brought Zhao Yuan into a large and resplendent living room.

This living room is extremely luxurious. There is a blue circular dome. There are no oil lamps on the top, but countless crystals, just like the countless stars. Among them, there are actually a few top-quality crystals dotted in it.

Although the living room is huge, it is extraordinary everywhere.

Between the tables and chairs, there are some four treasures of the study. Some literati are flying around. Behind a faint curtain, there is a woman with a graceful figure playing the guzheng. The melodious music is like slowly flowing water. mesmerized...

Exquisite silver candlesticks, exquisitely carved chairs, thick rugs, and tea sets that look like works of art.In some corners, there are also some ingenious potted plants, forming a large hall with small local spaces.

Of course, it is the people who are eye-catching.

In Baihualou, even the maid who serves tea and water can be described as the beauty of the country and the fragrance of heaven and earth.

In the hall, there are dozens of tables and chairs, all of which are waiting guests. Judging from the luxurious costumes and arrogant expressions of the guests, all of them are rich or high-ranking officials.

There are quite a few people waiting, but the environment is not noisy, and the lingering mist and tea fragrance give people an illusion of tranquility amidst the noise.

Of course, this hall is not only for waiting, there are also many people who like to spend time in the hall. This place itself is an important social place, and some literati also like to dance and write here.

"I...I'm looking for Du...for Youlan." Zhao Yuan said Youlan's name out of nowhere.

"Oh, my lord, I'm sorry, Youlan has a guest today, how about..."

"Go and tell her that Zhao Yuan is here." Zhao Yuan took out an ordinary magic core and threw it on the coffee table, and said calmly.

"This... This is really embarrassing for my family..." The old bustard swallowed, and his greedy eyes fixed on the magic core on the coffee table. This magic core is hard currency, worth at least ten thousand imperial coins.

"Go!" Zhao Yuan threw two ordinary magic cores.

"Ah..." The bustard looked dull.

The bustards in Baihualou have all seen the world, and have seen many high-rollers who spend a lot of money, but this is the first time I have seen someone like Zhao Yuan who is willing to give rewards with magic cores.

In the Great Qin Empire, the imperial currency was legal tender, and precious metals such as gold and silver could also be used as currency, but it was mostly used as a store of value.

The magic core is a relatively special commodity. In addition to cultivators who need magic cores for cultivation, there are also many wealthy people in the secular world who buy magic cores for decoration and lighting.

If an ordinary family has a spar for lighting, it means that there is no need to buy candles and lamp oil for a lifetime. However, the value of the worst spar is more than [-]. Poor families can’t imagine it. Dare to think.

Most of the ordinary magic cores in the Black Forest are sold to the Imperial City.

Zhao Yuan's three magic cores, also known as crystal stones, are of good quality, and their value in the imperial capital is at least [-] imperial coins. This is undoubtedly a huge temptation for a bustard.

"Really... really can't..." There was a wry smile on the corner of the old bustard's mouth. Based on her years of experience in the industry, she already knew that money is not so easy to earn.In fact, what the bustards are most afraid of is encountering wealthy customers who don’t take money seriously. Often, such people’s demands are difficult to satisfy. If the service is good, everyone will be happy. If the service is not good, they will be killed. It also happens quite often.

"It doesn't matter if Youlan sees you or not, you just need to tell her that Zhao Yuan is here."

"Tell her that you are here, these three crystals are mine?" The old bustard looked in disbelief.

"Yes." Zhao Yuan picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip.

"Young master, wait a moment." The old bustard restrained her excitement and said happily.

"Go."

……

Youlan was wearing a long light green dress, and a pair of pure white catkins was fiddling with the tea set. Opposite her, sat a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes, calm and majestic.

The middle-aged man did not say a word, quietly admiring You Lan's light tea making technique, with a trace of warmth in his eyes.

The room is quaint inside.

Subtle and elegant, it has the spiritual connotation of the Great Qin people, embellished with the four treasures of the study, calligraphy, painting and porcelain, etc.; the garden outside the window is full of poetic and picturesque under the bright moonlight, with mountains, rocks, bamboos and trees, flowing water and curved bridges to express the elegant feelings of literati.

The water in the charcoal stove was boiling, and You Lan was cleaning the tea set and washing the tea, her movements were smooth and meticulous, her concentration was fascinating.

"You should go back." You Lan poured tea for the middle-aged man.

"Why do you urge me to leave every time I come?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"The slave family is a ruined body, it's not worth your time here." You Lan said lightly.

"I like staying here." The middle-aged man took a sip of tea.

You Lan didn't speak, she just drank tea quietly and occasionally poured tea, and the middle-aged man seemed to be used to You Lan's quietness, and also drank tea quietly. The room looked extremely quiet and peaceful.

"When can I stay overnight?" After a long time, the middle-aged man suddenly asked.

"Anytime." You Lan smiled lightly.

"You understand what I mean." The middle-aged man showed a trace of displeasure, and his frown was full of supreme majesty, which made people daunting.

"In this world, how many people can refuse you. If you want to stay, just stay. Why do you need me to persuade you to stay?" You Lan sighed.

"Because no one in the world can refuse me, so I hope that the person I like can take the initiative to keep me."

"Although the slave family is already a ruined body, but when the slave family came to this Baihualou, they had already made up their minds to sell their art and not their body."

The middle-aged man gently placed the tea cup in his hand on the coffee table, and there was a long silence.

The atmosphere is inexplicably oppressive and heavy...

ps: I have a bad cold and a splitting headache. Sorry, I only have this chapter today.