Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 17 Meet Li Chenfeng
Fortunately, I reacted quickly just now, otherwise such a rich man would be robbed by that fat man again.

"Wang Er, how much silver did that guest leave behind, it made you laugh out loud."

The waiter's name was Wang Er. When he heard this, he quickly put away the money on the table and turned his head to look.

A short and fat man was holding a pot of tea, and was looking at him through gritted teeth, with a fierce gleam in his eyes.

"Qian San, it's you. Just now the guest was poor and gave me seven taels of silver for the meal. I laughed angrily. If you don't believe me, I'll show you!"

As he said that, Wang Er pretended to touch the silver in his pocket and showed Qian San.

"No need, looking at your skinny body, you won't be able to please the guests, hum! I'm still busy serving tea to the guests in the box, so I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

Seeing that Wang Er was so straightforward, Qian San was cowardly, so he believed his words, pushed Wang Er rudely, and walked away with his nostrils upturned.

"Bah, what the hell!" Wang Er spit secretly, and muttered, "If the shopkeeper didn't see your body and felt festive, why would he ask you to do the work of running the hall, so slow as a pig."

Wen Qian who left naturally didn't know the episode behind her.

Wen Qian came to the bank and exchanged all the five thousand taels of silver notes in her bosom for 100 taels of silver notes, and then exchanged ten of the 100 taels of silver notes for one tael of broken silver and ten taels of small gold ingots.

When she left the bank, Wen Qian was already carrying a small burden on her body.

Wen Qian returned home and immersed herself in the sea of ​​books in the study until it was completely dark.

There is no moon tonight, and it is as dark as ink.

On the surface, Fengyulou is a brothel for Lady Fengxue, but in fact it is the contact point for assassins to receive missions. As for where the real assassin camp is, the world does not know.

At this time, Wen Qian was dressed in brocade clothes, holding a peach blossom folding fan, standing in front of the Wind and Rain Building.

Looking at this three-storey three-entry courtyard, the flow of people coming in and out of the gate is very noisy, and you can clearly hear the voices of Yingyingyanyan women welcoming guests inside.

At night, the Wind and Rain Building is full of voices and bustle.

This is a beautiful den for rich people looking for fun, making money every day.

Wen Qian seemed to have seen countless people, happily took out the money and handed it over to those charming women.

Wen Qian blinked, looking at the slim girls at the door, her heart became more and more unhappy, why did she become a man?
How great it is to be a beauty, in this ancient era, innocent and handsome men were caught, and whoever wanted to sleep would sleep with whomever they wanted, but they became a stinky man!
That's right, although I accepted the man's body, I always disliked it all the time.

Wen Qian took a step forward, opened the peach blossom fan in her hand, and smiled: "Beauty, I'm so impatient!"

"Hehe..." The woman with heavy make-up smiled enchantingly, and blinked seductive eyes: "Young master is not only handsome, but also has such a sweet mouth, which makes my family really like it."

Leaning on Wen Qian while talking, the willow-like waist seemed to have no bones, it was surprisingly soft.

"Oh, the beautiful sister is too enthusiastic." Wen Qian reached out and touched the woman's butt, and then pushed it away with disgust: "Tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity that I don't know how many benefactors I have received, and I am worthy of being with my master." Happy, happy?"

"You...!" Upon hearing this, the woman blushed instantly, pointed at Wen Qian, and spit out such a word in a short while.

"Huh!" Wen Qian snorted softly, and walked in with her toes high.

She will not admit that she is venting her anger out of jealousy.

The reason for jealousy, she is a woman...

One more thing, she's a beauty...

A little more, she can sleep with men...

Wen Qian didn't know that all her actions fell into the eyes of a male guest in the box on the third floor.

As soon as Wen Qian entered the Wind and Rain Building with this stern and stern son-in-law look, a mother Qiu from the building came to greet her.

Qiu's mother stepped forward and said with a smile on her face: "Young master, looking at the face, it's the first time to come to our Wind and Rain Tower. Mom, there are all kinds of beauties here. I don't know who you want to accompany the young master?"

Wen Qian smelled the strong smell of rouge on her body, and her nose felt very uncomfortable, so she said no nonsense, "My surname is Wen, and the person who invited me is Li Chenfeng."

Hearing this, Qiu's mother's smile changed into a respectful one: "It's my mother's poor eyesight that didn't recognize Mr. Wen."

She turned her head and shouted to the maid standing beside her, "He Miao, take this Mr. Wen to Baihuaju."

"Yes, Mother Qiu." He Miao hurriedly stepped forward to answer.

Baihuaju is a small private courtyard where the oiran lady lives. It is not in the noisy front yard but in the back yard.

He Miao led Wen Qian through the corridor, shuttled through the garden, passed the rockery pavilion, and saw a small courtyard planted with peonies, and the door sign said "Hundred Flowers Residence".

At this time, the gate of the courtyard is slightly open, and you only need to push it gently with your hand to enter.

"Mr. Wen, this is Baihuaju, and all the future oiran ladies live in it. Except for those who are invited, no one is qualified to approach the gate of this courtyard."

As He Miao said, she leaned over and saluted, with reverence on her beautiful face: "He Miao sent Mr. Wen here, Mr. please."

Wen Qian nodded, pushed the door open and entered.

"Hi Mr. Wen!"

There are four pretty and attractive girls on the left and right standing in the courtyard, and the neat but different volume of female voices is particularly ironic to Wen Qian's ears.

Yes, she does not have the beauty of physical and mental pleasure, but only harsh and mocking.

Wen Qian glanced past these women in plain white dresses embellished with fine flowers, with beautiful faces and snowy skin, and stared at the man in white in the curtain in front of him: "Li Chenfeng? Li Mo?"

Li Mo heard Wen Qian's cold and indifferent voice, like the ice of a snow mountain.

Wen Qian raised her eyebrows and took a breath, but she still couldn't suppress the slightest bit of anger in her heart.

She walked up directly, tearing off the unsightly gauze curtain, and saw that there were still two pots of peonies for decoration in the room. Li Mo was sitting upright behind the teahouse, and he was looking up at herself with a smile.

He has a handsome face, shooting stars seem to flash in his eyes, and his elegant and elegant temperament can be seen at a glance.

What an eye-catching handsome man!
How do you think this person doesn't look like an assassin?

He stood up: "Huh? Ganyu doesn't like my way of welcoming?"

Damn, it sounds good too.

Like an ethereal elf, there is neither the accent that a man should have nor the light chatter of a woman, but a cool and indistinguishable timbre.

Wen Qian suddenly remembered that she was a man now, and her face turned cold: "Li Mo, this is how you welcome me? Seduce me with a group of women?"

"Didn't Mr. Wen ask me to help introduce the landlord of Fengyu Tower?"

Li Mo smiled gently, raised his hand and pointed: "Here, there is someone you want to see among these eight women!"

Hearing this, Wen Qian's face became a little stiff, and her eyes were fixed on Li Mo's expression.

Unfortunately, nothing wrong was found.

This actually reveals the assassin's nature of being good at forbearance.

Li Mo was not in a hurry, he carefully poured a cup of hot tea, and said slowly: "Mr. Wen was dazzled for a while, it doesn't matter if he can't find out who the landlord is, just sit down and drink a cup of tea first."

"No need." Wen Qian shook her head, pointed at the nearest woman in red with her peach blossom fan, "That's her!"

Li Mo looked at the girl he was pointing at, his brows twitched, "Are you sure? Danying is the host you chose?"

"Snapped!"

Wen Qian put the peach blossom folding fan on the table and took a sip of the tea, which tasted bitter and sweet.

Li Mo smiled: "There is only one chance, if you miss it, it won't exist."

Wen Qian's eyes fell on him for a moment, and then she didn't dare to look at him anymore. She poured herself a cup of tea with lowered eyes, and smiled slightly: "I have no regrets!"

In fact, she wasn't sure if this girl from Danying was the hidden master of Fengfenglou, but she was the ugliest of the girls, so she was naturally chosen.

The most important thing is that Wen Qian found a loophole, that is, Li Chenfeng is too calm in front of the host!
Even if it's acting, the dignity and etiquette in her bones cannot be covered up, so she has a bold idea...

Li Mo nodded, lightly clasped the tea cover with his delicate hands, stood up instantly, and said respectfully: "My subordinate, Li Chenfeng, has seen the owner of Fengyulou."

Danying, who had been lowering her head slightly, paused when she heard the words. When she raised her head, she looked at Li Mo very calmly, and then sat lazily beside Wen Qian.

The red lips parted lightly: "Young Master Wen, I never thought that you would be the most feared killer in the imperial court—Mr. Gan Yulang, please come and be safe."

(End of this chapter)