Chapter 23
In the evening, Shangjing City is not as bustling and noisy as it was during the day. Small merchants and hawkers are already cleaning up their stalls, and they are walking home one after another, and pedestrians are gradually becoming scarce.

The Land of Washes in Goulan always welcomes the first batch of guests at this time.

As one of the well-known brothels in Shangjing, Zuihualou is brightly lit at this time, the sound of piano and drums can be heard endlessly, and the laughter of chasing and fighting can be heard outside the building, attracting passersby to want to go in and find out.

But Zuihualou is not accessible to everyone, the people here are wealthy people from the upper capital, the dignitaries are frequent visitors here, and the money to stay here for one night is enough for ordinary people to live for half a year.

It is precisely because of this that Zuihualou provides excellent services, and dignitaries love to come here, even if they are sesame-sized officials with a small monthly salary, they still invite their colleagues to come here for a gathering.

Tang Xi changed into men's clothes, waved a folding fan, and walked slowly to the door of Zuihualou.

The women soliciting customers at the door were dressed in revealing clothes. As soon as they saw Tang Xi, they immediately crowded up. They were not willing to let go of such a handsome young man.

"Young master, let's play!"

"Xiao Langjun, come and play with me!"

Tang Xi was surrounded by them, pushing and shoving, someone took her hand and put it in a slippery unknown place, she quickly retracted her hand, and someone hugged her waist again, all kinds of rouge powder The smell rushed straight into the nostrils, Tang Xi held her breath, and she was embarrassed to kick them away directly, dodging left and right to avoid them.

Thinking that she is a majestic Yongyege Class A killer who is restrained by these women, if someone who knows her sees her, she will laugh out loud.

In the confusion, another hand held her wrist. Tang Xi struggled to shake it off, but not only did not shake it, but the hand clenched a little more. Tang Xi went to look for the source of the hand, but he couldn't find it. She was pulled out of the circle of these women by the strength of that hand, and then fell into a hard embrace.

Tang Xi heaved a long breath as the unpleasant powdery smell finally disappeared from the tip of his nose, replaced by a clear, pleasant and familiar smell.

Tang Xi raised her eyes, under the sword eyebrows, a pair of deep eyes were watching her with a smile.

Tang Xi blushed and hurriedly withdrew from his embrace.

Her famous name!
"Xiao Lang-jun~"

Several women still wanted to step forward to pull her, but Jian Chijin glanced back, and they were instantly terrified and backed away timidly.

"Chi Jin, who is this? Why haven't I seen it before?" Chi Jingwen waved his folding fan and looked up and down at Tang Xi. He always felt that this young gentleman seemed to have seen him somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember.

Tang Xi also looked at him. Chi Jingwen, the eldest son of Chi Ming, the censor of Zuodu, was a frequent visitor to these fireworks venues in Shangjing.

But as far as Tang Xi knows, this guy seems to be on par with Yu Jiuchuan, but he has never personally participated in it. His romantic deeds are more like an illusion he deliberately created.

"He is a friend I met before." Jian Chijin finished his brief introduction and looked at Tang Xi, "Why are you here again?"

What mission did you take?
He didn't ask for the second half of the sentence.

Tang Xi understood what he meant, glanced at him lightly, and raised his chin: "Let me go around, can't I?"

"Of course." Chi Jingwen inserted a fan between the two of them, pushed the two away, and stood between the two of them, "He's a real man, Chi Jin, if you don't like it, don't stop others, little brother, don't listen." He, I am familiar with this place, I will show you around."

"Thank you, I can turn around myself." Tang Xi declined, turned and walked inside.

The curvaceous old bustard came out of the building, happened to block Tang Xi's way, and said in surprise: "Oh, what a handsome young master, Lu Yi, quickly guide the young master."

"Yes." The charming woman with a slender waist walked up to Tang Xi with a soft voice, "Master, this way please."

Tang Xi nodded slightly and followed behind her.

The old bustard noticed Chi Jingwen at the back again, he was a great god of wealth, and hurriedly waved his handkerchief, "Oh, Mr. Chi is here with his friends, why are you standing here, please come inside!" He stared all over, and raised his voice, "How do you receive guests? You don't know how to invite them inside? How do I usually teach you!"

After cursing, he turned his head and led the way with a smile on his face.

Chi Jingwen looked around and asked casually, "Why don't you see Aunt Zhang today?"

"Her?" The bustard sneered, "It's dead!"

"Huh?" Chi Jingwen paused for shaking his fan hand, he hadn't come in half a month, "Why did he die?"

The old procuress twisted her waist, the person she disliked the most in the whole Drunken Flower Building was Zhang Yuniang, and death was just what she wanted, she waved her fan and cursed, "I had a private meeting with a widower in the middle of the night, and I was ripped open." , and died in the boundary of the Earl Xianchang's mansion, how unlucky!"

Chi Jingwen sighed regretfully, the world is impermanent.

"When did it happen?" Jian Chijin suddenly said.

"At the end of last month, the young master of the Yu family rented out the entire Zuihualou, and the general was there that day."

Under the light, a little smile appeared in the eyes of the man with stern eyebrows.

The little girl is really ruthless.

"Oh, the young masters are here to have fun, so don't mention these things." She didn't want that dead woman to spoil the interest of the two masters, "Master Chi, is it still the same place?"

Chi Jingwen closed his fan, thinking that Xiao Yu'er, Xiao Yezi, Hua Ling, and Caizhen were still waiting for him upstairs, so he couldn't wait, "Yes, the old place," and approached Jian Chijin with his head again, whispering: "I'll show you later what it means to be stunning in the world."

Jian Chijin glanced at him lightly, stunning in the world?

He looked towards the high platform in the middle of the attic, and Tang Xi's appearance of dancing there was vivid in his memory.

Not all women are worthy of being called stunning.

(End of this chapter)

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