Second Married Dandy: She went crazy to kill the eldest daughter

Chapter 17
All the fireworks places in Beiliang and Shangjing are concentrated in the East Alley.

Under the night, the Qin Tower of Chu Pavilion was brightly lit, and many young women wearing tulle leaned against the door and smiled.

Su Chengying and Jin Han were dressed in men's clothes, so they didn't look out of place when they walked into the alley. However, the smell of rouge that came with the wind made people's noses itch.

The two walked all the way in, and finally stopped outside the door of Huamanlou.

After Su Chengying handed the horse to the boy at the door, she took Jinhan and stepped in.

The building is resplendent, with warblers and swallows flying in and out, and the sound of changing cups and cups is endless.

Jin Han lowered his voice and said, "Miss, wait a moment, I will go find my uncle right away."

Su Chengying grabbed Jin Han and scanned the four floors of the building with her cold eyes, "If you search from room to room, you may not find Tianliang."

Jin Han thought for a while, "The slaves were split open one by one with a knife."

This is indeed a good approach, but it will definitely lead to endless troubles.

Once the quarrel really breaks out, Su Chengying will really be on the list with Dongfang Yuebai, and everyone will say that Dongfang Yuebai's visit to the brothel is natural, and Su Chengying's breaking into the brothel with a knife is a jealous act.

Su Chengying grew up in the army, so she didn't care about worldly things, but she didn't want to be embarrassed with Dongfang Yuebai.

As he was talking, he saw several middle-aged men coming over, chatting and laughing.

"The Oiran's sign is different. I'm afraid that Huamanlou will attract all the guests from other buildings today."

"With Yan Ning'er's figure and face, what man wouldn't be tempted? Now that she has finally put up a sign, all the regulars in this alley want to compete."

"What are you arguing about? Haven't you heard that the young prince of Feng'en has been admiring Yan Ning'er for a long time, and he has spent countless money on her. The young prince has already told her tonight Yes, Yan Ning'er is bound to win."

Other guests passing by heard this and asked curiously, "Didn't it mean that the young master was just given a marriage by the Holy Spirit a few days ago? It seems that he is a princess from the prosperous Tang Dynasty."

Someone said again, "How can a princess know how to serve others like an oiran?"

More humanely said, "I guess there is a tiger wife at home, so I can't avoid her."

For a moment, a group of men laughed.

Jin Han pursed his lips like a line, obviously angry, "These people are simply wanton."

Su Chengying was indifferent, "If you put your mouth on someone else's face, just listen to it. If you take it to heart, you will only be in trouble."

"But Miss..."

"Find a place to sit down."

Jin Han was stunned, as if he didn't understand.

Su Chengying smiled and said, "Isn't he determined to win over the courtesan? Then let's lure him into the urn."

Jin Han said quickly, "Miss, are you planning to compete with me for the courtesan? But our money..."

Su Chengying interrupted, "Wait and see, there will always be a way."

As time goes by, more and more people come to Huamanlou. Those who have money stay in the private rooms upstairs, while those who don't have money find scattered tables here and there in the lobby on the first floor to sit around in twos and threes.

As for Su Chengying, who could be described as poor now, she could only spend one tael of silver to bring Jin Han to a corner and stand silently.

This is a pavilion specially built indoors, with incense burners and gauze wrapped around it.

As if he sensed that someone was gathering around him, a woman's chuckle came from inside the pavilion, "You are so poor that you can only stand here. What are you doing in this brothel? It's better to just die."

Jin Han frowned, "Young Master, someone scolded us for being poor." Su Chengying said, "..."

There is actually no need to repeat this kind of thing.

Su Chengying raised her eyes and looked at the graceful figure of the woman in the pavilion, smiled generously, and then whispered to Jin Han.

Jin Han said in a deep voice, "My young master said that whether you are poor or not, it doesn't matter if you have a romantic night with the girl tonight."

Yan Ning'er was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled even more wildly and sarcastically, "It's quite amazing that he guessed that I am the oiran here. It's just a pity that Young Master Yuebai has admired me for a long time, not to mention tonight, even in the future. Not to you."

Jin Han clenched his fists and resented Dongfang Yuebai even more deeply.

Su Chengying smiled and did not let Jin Han pass on the message. Instead, she turned to look at the guests in the flower building. She had to find a bait quickly.

Not long after, the madam came down from upstairs. After some polite greetings with the guests present, he asked the women around him to come to the pavilion with lanterns.

As the lights outside the pavilion brightened, everyone discovered that the courtesan Yan Ning'er had already been lying on her side on the pavilion. Looking through the gauze, Yan Ning'er had long shoulders and white legs. I can't help but make my blood boil.

"Where the slave's flowers will fall tonight depends entirely on the officials present."

Yan Ning'er groaned, and all the men lowered their heads and counted the banknotes in their arms.

At the same time, in a private room on the second floor, Dongfang Yuebai walked out gracefully, holding a green fan in his hand, wearing a golden crown on his head, black hair and white clothes. Even though his cheeks were pale due to long-term illness, he could still be called an extremely handsome four. Character.

Dongfang Yuebai waved his fan and had not walked a few steps when he started coughing. He seemed to be weak from coughing. He simply leaned against the fence on the second floor, took out a banknote, shook it, and said, " 100 taels!”

100 taels, that's enough money for an ordinary family to survive for several years.

Everyone looked up at Dongfang Yuebai with envy and hatred, cursing in their hearts that he was indeed a prodigal.

In the uproar, many people also followed Dongfang Yuebai to call the price. However, as the price continued to rise, the number of people calling the price gradually decreased from few to none.

Dongfang Yuebai curled her lips and smiled, "It's only 300 taels to bring a beauty home, it's worth it."

Su Chengying looked at that unrestrained and flamboyant smile, and suddenly had the illusion that she was not marrying into Fengenguo's palace, but into a bank.

300 taels, just for a smile from Pomeranian.

What a waste.

"500 taels!"

Suddenly, a man's voice intervened.

Su Chengying followed the crowd and saw at the door of the hall, surrounded by entourage, a man standing with his hands behind his hands. He had a bronze complexion and three-dimensional facial features. He should be about the same age as Su Chengying, more than half a young man.

The middle-aged man standing next to the boy said softly, "Why is an oiran worth your 500 taels?"

The young man frowned and raised his voice again, "600 taels!"

The middle-aged man quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered his head and remained silent.

On the second floor, Dongfang Yuebai smiled, "Interesting."

"700 taels!"

Dongfang Yuebai called out the price again. Except for Yan Ning'er who pursed her lips and smiled, everyone else's eyes widened.

Looking at Shangjing, if we add up the number of oirans who have been registered in the past few years, I am afraid there is not this number.

(End of this chapter)