queen she is not doing business

Chapter 22

The person on the bed has been sleeping soundly, breathing steadily.

Sheng Fengxue, who had let down his defenses due to fatigue, did not feel that the danger was approaching.

Yan Ming leaned forward, observing Sheng Fengxue's sleeping face silently, swallowing his saliva blatantly.

This is the other courtyard that he and He Yuan rented. It is already past midnight, and it is impossible for anyone to come and disturb them.

The rude and straightforward man had already torn off his outer shirt, which was falling at his feet.

"Such a beauty, if you don't taste the taste, I'm really sorry for myself..."

While thinking this way in his heart, his Adam's apple twitched, and he "gurgled" several times.

He didn't dare to approach because he was too entangled, silently calculating gains and losses in his heart.

For fear that he might misread the letter, Yan Ming's reluctant gaze left Sheng Fengxue, turned back, and turned on the candle light a little more.

Step on the clothes.

"Sheng, Miss Sheng?"

Yan Ming cautiously stood beside the bed and shouted.

Things that are usually extremely precious can be trampled on at will like grass in his eyes.

"Gollum, Gollum—"

"hey-hey……"

The Adam's apple turned up and down, making an unpleasant hoarse sound as if his mouth was blocked by thick phlegm, which actually became the catalyst for his behavior at this time.

The next moment, he showed his usual appearance in the flower street and willow alley.

"Little lady, if you don't make a sound, I'll be impolite, haha—"

The wretched smile deepened, and he would have pounced on it long ago on weekdays, perhaps because he wanted to stay in such a feeling of supreme happiness, that's why he didn't do it for a long time.

"Huh..."

With a happy cry, his body should have landed on Xiangruan, but because of being too excited, he stepped on the corner of his clothes and rushed out.

"Wow!—" Chi Pain screamed.

Thinking that there was someone else on the bed, he was afraid of waking up Sheng Fengxue and hurriedly covered his mouth, the saliva from the pain and unbearable breathing dripped down his fingertips like this.

The pain intensified, and his tears fell instantly.

At the same time, this fall also woke him up from his dream, and the words of those loan sharks in the daytime unconsciously sounded in his mind: "...Yan Ming, you should know how much money you owe us, right? If you don't return it sooner..."

Those people held sticks, surrounded Yan Ming in a corner and threatened him harshly.

No matter how arrogant Yan Ming is at ordinary times, he has no confidence at all in front of Yin Zi.

"I know, I know, I hope my brothers will allow some more time, I will definitely pay it back, I will definitely pay it back!" Yan Ming shivered in the corner with his head in his arms.

"Hmph, if you don't come on tomorrow, don't blame my brothers for being rude!"

"That's it."

"Otherwise, we will ask the Yan Mansion directly for money, and ask Ms. Yan or Master Yan to help pay it back."

"Yes, if it doesn't work, go to the Yan Mansion!"

Everyone threatened Yan Ming with every word.

Yan Ming had no choice but to promise to pay back the money tomorrow.

The only thing he didn't dare to let the Yan family know about this matter, otherwise he would have no way of life in the future.

If his mother, Yan Ma, knew about it, I'm afraid his life would be gone if she gave him the hammer!
"Damn it!—" Yan Ming gritted his teeth in hatred.

Yan Ming thought over and over again, and finally put on his clothes very unwillingly, locked the door carefully, and then went out with the letter in the dark.

In the dark night, on the only way to Beijing.

A pair of eyes kept rolling, and she couldn't see her face because of the cloak.

"Shenyuan, it should be almost time?"

A childish question, it sounds like seven or eight years old.

"According to the time, it should be almost here." An inarticulate answer.

This person didn't wear any clothes to hide his identity.

A bag slung across the side has never been closed, exposing all kinds of dried meat, and holding it in her hand. When answering the little girl's question, she kept stuffing it into her mouth, as if someone was going to fight with her .

This person is 19 years old, more than ten years older than the little girl, because she finds it troublesome to change clothes, so she only wears black clothes all the year round.

"Dahui Lang, have you made all the arrangements?" The little girl turned her head and asked into the dark night.

The other party did not answer.

"Brother Chu must not know."

"Hmm." The other party replied slightly.

"Well, even if that's the case, I can't trouble you, Princess, to come in person. It's freezing cold—" Lu Shenyuan muttered, if it wasn't for the delicious food, she wouldn't want to accompany them here to blow the cold wind It's freezing.

"I'm worried!" Princess Ruyi said seriously.

Forget immortal drunk.

The lights are not turned off all night, and the splendor seems to be in a dream.

Wangxianzui, the most prosperous brothel on Wangxian Street, where the top famous prostitutes, actresses, and beauties are all hidden.

Princes and marquises hide their concubines for pleasure, and Mr. Pianpian sings about wine.

The scholar scolded Fang Qiu angrily, and the common people exchanged money for a moment of spring festival.

In the middle of the night, there is no one, and the world is silent.

Under the willow tree in the moonlight, a woman in a skirt embroidered with double butterflies stood at the head of the willow bridge and sang the first "Drunken Whip":
"Double butterflies embroidered Luoqun, we met at the Dongchi banquet for the first time. The vermilion powder is not deep and even, and the idle flowers are light and springy.

Take a closer look at the various places, everyone loves the willow waist.Yesterday was chaotic and the mountains were dark. When I came, my clothes were covered with clouds. "

Provoking melancholy, I can't bear to disturb it.

The literati listened to this song and borrowed wine to make peace with it.

The moon of that year has long since fallen, and the woman in Luo skirt has also disappeared into the dust.

Inside, famous actors and actresses are singing "Forget Immortals and Drunken Beauty".

In the vast expanse of catching the stars and bright moon, forgetting, dancing in skirts beside the willows in the morning light.

Drink freely and get drunk with osmanthus and immortals, whether there are sorrows or joys in the world.

The Jiaojiao River is as indistinct as smoke, and the light boats get off the black-headed boat at night.

The place where Yingying flies to find her home, the house of forgetting immortals and drunken beauties.

Wangxianzui is different from other brothels, there are no bustards and prostitutes in front of the door to attract customers, only four strong men stand guard in front of the door, blocking those who make trouble or those who have no money.

Wangxianzui is not the same as other places, not only rich people can enter, of course, if there is no money, it is absolutely not allowed to enter.

There are two beauty houses, one for seclusion and one for pleasure.

The beauties seeking pleasure are one for body and mind, and the other for soul.

The beauties of the former have one house and a boudoir; the beauties of the latter have two houses, a place to make friends and escape from the world.

The face of the world, with a frown and a smile, looks bright.

Inside the deep cabinet.

Yan Ming showed the letter to the woman covered in white gauze, and seeing the man nodded, he knew that the business would be successful, so he said straightforwardly: "Forty percent."

"Thirty percent!" The woman landed loudly.

"Her identity alone is more than this number." Yan Ming stretched out his fingers and counted out a number.

The woman was silent for a while when she heard the words, and then raised her eyebrows after thinking about it for a while and said: "I know you have been cornered, so... [-]%."

"You!—" Yan Ming was so angry that his hands and feet trembled.

"His Royal Highness's sister who is close to the maid of honor, this reputation is indeed worth some money, but you also know in your heart that the only person in the capital who dares to take your business is Wang Xianzui!"

The woman glanced at the dimly lit room, and while Yan Ming was still thinking about it, she added: "Remember, you only have one chance."

After finishing speaking, she sat down gracefully, then glanced at Yan Ming, and said, "I don't have the time to talk to you for a second time about a business that I can't agree on the first time!"

"...Okay!" Yan Ming was indeed cornered.

"Okay, deal." The woman stood up with a brisk voice.

Yan Ming was about to leave, but the woman suddenly said: "Leave the letter she gave you, and if there is something good or bad in the future, Wang Xianzui can also have an explanation."

With a "bang", Yan Ming slapped the letter on the table again, opened the door, walked outside and said angrily: "According to the agreement, I will come to get the money at noon today."

"Okay, [-]%, keep it a secret," the woman smiled like a flower, "Welcome to take care of Wangxianzui's business again."

"Hmph." Yan Ming shook his sleeves and left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)