Brother Rong of Red Mansion

Chapter 45
  "Go somewhere else and have some fun by myself. Don't let anyone come over to disturb my enjoyment."

Jia Rong took out a few gold barley seeds, threw them to the turtle slave, and waved him away.

"Don't worry, uncle, no one will come to disturb you." When the turtle slave saw Jin Zi, his eyes immediately lit up, his waist lowered a little, and he hurriedly patted his chest to assure him.

There is a game in the brothel called "stealing fragrance and jade".

After the guests have played one game, they will leave the room and go to another pavilion to play another game.

Most of the time, there are patrons in these pavilions, which adds to the excitement.

Therefore, most brothels have a "secret account" that records such nonsense.

The sisters will also "score twice" and earn some "extra money".

However, it is worth noting that some guests are not good at eating meat and vegetables. What they "steal" is not only the "fragrance" of the sister, but also the "fragrance" of the guest. There is always that unlucky guy who gets caught in the trap, smoked by an unknown guest, and takes the dry road.

And it's not honorable to say such things, so you can only break your teeth and swallow them in your stomach, which makes you feel miserable.

Especially handsome guys who come to the party for the first time are the "food on the plate" for others. If you are not careful, you will most likely fall for it.

This is also the reason why books like "The Book of Prostitution" are so popular in the market.

Because in the entertainment scene, there are many intrigues and intrigues. Without such entertainment and game guides to guide the way, most people will fall into the trap.

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  The turtle slave took the golden barley and left, and was soon surrounded by several turtle slaves. Several of them cooed and greedily went to the dark corner like hyenas.

Jia Rong looked at no one in the corridor and walked slowly towards the room where Jia Zhen was.

It was a room with a gold-lettered flower sign that read "Qin Ruolan".

When he came here, Jia Rong stopped and carefully observed the movement on the verandah. When he found that no one was paying attention, he suddenly dodged, pushed open the pavilion and walked in.

Fortunately, the doors of the pavilions in brothels are rarely bolted, leaving opportunities for guests to "steal jade and fragrance."

And this created an excellent opportunity for Jia Rong.

Entering Qin Ruolan's boudoir, Jia Rong held her breath and only listened to her heart beating!
  Once he enters here, he has no way out.

In the outer hall, there is still an incense table and a shrine enshrining the White Eyebrow God. The shape is majestic, definitely like Guan Gong, holding a sword and riding a horse, looking at him majestically.

For some reason, Jia Rong felt a sudden change in her heart and unconsciously bowed to the White Eyebrow God.

He thought silently in his heart: "Bless me, God of White Eyebrows. It's not that I want to kill him, it's that he has a right way to die!"

Then, he walked towards the middle hall, only to see that the small couch in the green sarong was empty and there was no one there.

"The old thing is having fun!"

Jia Rong's eyes showed surprise. Sure enough, after approaching the inner hall, she stood behind the curtain and looked around. She saw three people sleeping in the brocade tent covered with white flowers.

He took out a tube of incense from his sleeve pocket and blew it into the brocade tent.

After waiting quietly for a few seconds, Jia Rong walked to the brocade tent, carefully checked, and confirmed that all three people were asleep. She couldn't help but nodded secretly.

"The fragrance in the brothel is really strong!"

Then, Jia Rong walked to the window and opened it. A stream of cold air came in, blowing away the scent in the attic and blowing on Jia Rong's face, making him tremble all over, feeling nervous and exciting.

At this point, he had no way out.

Jia Rong turned around and walked to the brocade tent, covered Qin Ruolan and the girl again, and tucked the corners of the quilt. Then he lowered his waist and pushed hard, carrying the naked Jia Zhen to the Zen chair by the window, where she could withstand the cold wind.

The wind in the night, the knife that scrapes the bones!

These are Gu Paner's original words.

Kill Jia Zhen and seize the supreme power of Ningguo Mansion. This is the first path of self-rescue that Jia Rong set after traveling through time.

However, this matter is also very difficult.

Because when Jia Zhen travels, she will always be surrounded by a large group of people. It is really difficult to kill him silently.

Until just now, Gu Pan'er's accidental words gave Jia Rong an idea.

Isn’t today an excellent opportunity?

When Jia Zhen was exposed to the cold wind, she contracted wind-cold and died of illness. Even the imperial doctor and her husband could not find anything wrong! This is the best way Jia Rong can think of at present. Of course, there is no absolutely perfect crime in this world!
  Whenever a crime is committed, there will be clues left behind.

So, when Jia Rong was lying on Gu Pan'er's bed, she was wondering whether she would be discovered? Will it leave traces?
  But after some psychological struggle, he finally took action.

The development of things always means that plans cannot keep up with changes! No matter how perfect the plan is, accidents and mistakes will occur when it is put into action.

It's snowing tonight, and the night wind is the coldest time. If we wait, I don't know when.

If you dare to think, it’s better to dare to do it!
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  Tonight, Jia Zhen fought fiercely with the two girls. She was sweating all over her body. When the cold wind blew, the sweat beads dispersed and a layer of goosebumps appeared on her skin.

The fair skin had an abnormal flush of red.

The pavilion was quiet, and half an hour passed quietly.

Jia Rong closed the window, picked up Jia Zhen, put him back into the brocade tent, and restored him to his original state.

"The deed has been done and there is no way to regret it."

Jia Rong's nervous mood suddenly calmed down. She walked slowly to the outer hall, opened the door to the pavilion a crack, looked around, and found that there was no one in the corridor, so she walked out and quickly closed the door.

After doing all this, Jia Rong clenched his fists and became sweaty.

He pretended to be calm, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. When she caught a glimpse of a gold-lettered flower sign with "Palace Flower" hanging outside an elegant pavilion, Jia Rong's eyes flashed, and she turned around and walked in.

This time, he didn't blow smoke.

Gently pushing the door of the pavilion open, he carefully entered the middle hall, stood behind the curtain and looked around, and found a little girl sleeping soundly on the small green sarong couch.

Jia Rong walked over slowly and pushed gently.

"Lian'er, Lian'er."

This little girl is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a face like a lotus calyx and lips like cherries. Called "Lian'er", she is the personal maid of the palace flower.

The palace flower is the golden oiran of Taiping Tower and one of Jia Rong's cousins.

Lian'er was a light sleeper. She was suddenly awakened by Jia Rong's gentle push. When she saw Jia Rong, she didn't panic. She just whispered nervously: "Why are you here?"

Jia Rong didn't say anything, just smiled and pointed toward the inner hall.

Lian'er immediately understood, rolled her eyes angrily, and whispered: "Go by yourself, don't bother me!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Zi closed his eyes and turned around.

Jia Rong chuckled, pecked Lian'er on the face, blew hot air into her ears and eyes, and said with an angry smile: "Damn girl, I'll deal with you later."

After saying that, Jia Rong walked out of the blue sarong, stood behind the curtain and looked around, and saw Wang Gonghua and the guests sleeping. He went around to the bedside and gently pushed Wanggong Hua.

Wang Gonghua opened her sleepy eyes and suddenly saw Jia Rong. She was shocked. Fortunately, her mind turned quickly and she knew there was a visitor beside her. She immediately whispered nervously, "Why are you here?"

"miss you."

Jia Rong chuckled and blinked.

He is sixteen years old this year. He has a handsome face and a slender figure. He is wearing a light fur belt and beautiful clothes. He looks like a handsome man in ancient times. What's more, he spends money like water, is a frequent visitor to Taiping Tower, and is loved by the sisters.

Especially tonight, Jia Rong showed her style, and Gu Paner took the lead with two wonderful poems. I don't know how many girls in the building were envious and jealous.

The palace flower is naturally one of them.

But she didn't expect that Jia Rong would "sneak" here with Gu Pan'er accompanying her.

At this moment, while Jia Rong was teasing, a big hand touched the palace flower quilt very naturally. Suddenly, the palace flower's apricot eyes were filled with water, and her fair skin was covered with goosebumps and turned slightly pink.

"You are such a greedy monkey who doesn't know how full you are. Why don't you have Gu Pan'er accompany you tonight? Are you still not satisfied? You have to come to my place to make yourself coquettish." Wang Gong Hua was cooing with Jia Rong on the bedside.

Jia Rong clearly heard the bitterness in the words, but he chuckled and said, "Don't you know that I can't help it when the mood comes, but I just let my mother keep a secret account."

At this point, Jia Rong pretended to be emotional, reached out and took out a tube of incense from her sleeve pocket, and handed it to Wang Gong Huadao: "Good sister, blow it for him, we brothers and sisters are doing a good job. I haven't tasted you these days. The watermelon milk is so light that my mouth is tight and I can’t wait any longer.”

"Don't come here!" Wang Gonghua rolled her eyes angrily, "If you have such intention, why don't you write me a poem so that I can be beautiful?"

(End of this chapter)