Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 109: The Strange Fragrance in the Flower House
Like Daliusi Town, Qingyang Town is also very large. Although it is not as big as a city, it is much larger than an ordinary town.

There are crisscrossing streets, numerous shops, restaurants, inns, and horse riding establishments. Everything that is available in a city can be found here.

There are even brothels, there are several of them here!
After walking around, Yang Qian even felt that this place was similar to Sandao City, except that the area was much smaller.

This is mainly because Qingyang Town has three official roads intersecting here, and its location is better than Dalui Town. Caravans and merchants from the north, south, east and west have to stop here to deliver goods. Many large businesses even set up warehouses here. As long as there is a need, they can ship goods from here immediately, saving a lot of time.

In addition, like Daliu Town, Qingyang Town also has its own militia team. Although the spears and leather armor are not standard, they are well-formed. They have invited a retired military coach to teach them how to use spear formations. Ordinary thieves and bandits dare not hang around Qingyang Town.

It's noon.

Yang Qian finished his morning practice and felt hungry, so he sat down in the lobby of the inn and ordered two side dishes and a large bowl of rice.

"Waiter, which brothel in Qingyang Town has the most graceful ladies?" After finishing his meal, Yang Qian took out an extra piece of silver and put it in the waiter's hand while paying the bill.

Yang Qian had been very nervous during this period, but now that he had returned from Thunder Mountain, he was in a good mood, and with the skills of the Immortal Sect in hand, he naturally relaxed a lot. Now he was idle in Qingyang Town again, and yesterday he felt that the town's nightlife was not inferior to that of the Three Dao Cities, so he decided to go and see it today.

The waiter was busy at first, but once he received the change, he felt differently. He thought to himself that this guest was very generous. So he stood by Yang Qian's table with a smile on his face and started to introduce the dishes with great excitement.

"Objectively, the prostitutes in our Qingyang Town are all from the provincial capital. They are all pretty and have good figures. You can choose a good one with your eyes closed.

But if you want to choose the best among the best, Qiuhualou is the best. She has a curvy figure and is famous for her enchantment."

The most enchanting is also the most expensive.

However, the waiter did not mention how much the guests spent in the restaurants. Would a guest who casually threw coins to listen to the news care about the money spent on the restaurants? If he mentioned this, he might even be unhappy.

"Qiuhua Tower?" Yang Qian had some impression of it. He had seen this sign when he was strolling around last night.

After dinner, in the afternoon Yang Qian went to the carriage and horse rotation point of Lutong Horse Racing Company and asked for news. He learned that his mother and brother were already on the way and should arrive in Qingyang Town tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

At night, Yang Qian, with his hands behind his back, entered Qiuhua Tower at the earnest invitation of the madam.

As soon as he came in, Yang Qian discovered that the gameplay here was quite different from that in Sandao City. There were actually many literary tricks, such as writing poems, composing lyrics, guessing songs, etc.

Yang Qian was puzzled and asked the guest's employer, only to find out that these projects in Qiuyue Tower were specially prepared for the largest group of people in Qingyang Town, the merchants.

But Yang Qian was stunned at first. How can a merchant be considered a cultured person? Do they also play these games?
But after thinking about it, Yang Qian understood. The more you lack something, the more you want to play with it. Moreover, Qingyang Town is different from other cities. It is the world of merchants. You can play it without being laughed at. You can play freely.

The brothels use all these tricks just to cater to the needs of the brothels.

Yang Qian sat in a corner of the lobby. It was not like a wing room, but it was slightly covered by curtains, making it feel like he was both standing and being alone.

Looking up, you can see large lanterns hanging on the beams. There are words on the lanterns, which are "poems" left by the prostitutes who come and go here.

After only looking at three lanterns, Yang Qian lost interest. Although he was a rough man, he still had some experience of the other world. He muttered in his heart: How dare these people call themselves poets? Tsk, it's an eyesore!

After throwing out a handful of silver, Yang Qian was greeted with a table of exquisite food and wine, as well as two pretty ladies with a little makeup on.

It was OK. It was basically the same as what Yang Qian asked the madam for. Yang Qian was an old hand at brothels. When he first came here, he felt it was exciting, but later he found that brothels were just ordinary places in this world. The only difference was how expensive they were. The police would often go to brothels for social events.

In this kind of place where there is no talk of feelings and only consumption, Yang Qian personally followed the advice and quickly found his own preferences.

Today he planned to relax for a rare moment and show his prowess in a one-on-two battle.

However, as soon as the two sisters got close to Yang Qian, a smell came out of their bodies and entered Yang Qian's nose.

The smell of evil?
It's very light, not to mention that it's covered with the scent of incense and powder, which most people can't smell.

But Yang Qian just ate this bowl of rice, he had a very sensitive nose.

However, Yang Qian could also tell that the two girls beside him were not evil spirits, and the evil smell on them must have been contaminated by them.

"What's your name?"

"Master, my name is Qiao'er and her name is Ting'er."

"You two smell so good, but there's a scent that's different from your makeup. It's a bit strange. Could it be the smell of one of your other sisters?"

Yang Qian smiled like all the clients around him, his hands never stopping, enjoying himself while seeming to flirt with her in a testing manner.

"Hehe, Master, you have a really sharp nose. The fragrance on our bodies is from Miss Mei'er's special perfume powder! After taking a bath today, we tried on a new skirt with Miss Mei'er, so the fragrance must have been on the skirt."

Yang Qian smiled and said, "Miss Mei'er? Your top girl?"

There was little friendship between the girls, but more comparison and competition. As far as Yang Qian knew, the environment in the brothel was more full of intrigue than outside.

Normally, people call each other "sisters" in a very affectionate manner, but once their own interests are involved, they will immediately turn hostile.

Moreover, not everyone dares to call them "sisters and sisters". For the top prostitutes in a brothel, or some big prostitutes who are close to being the top prostitutes, other girls have to be called "girls". This is a distinction, and also a status difference.

All these tricks are just superficial. Yang Qian has played in Sandao City so many times that he has naturally learned a lot.

"Master, you are right. Miss Mei'er is our top star here!"

"Hey, can the top brand use a different perfume powder than you guys? Go talk to your mom and tell her that you want to use it too."

"Master, you are joking. How dare we do that? And Miss Mei'er is not the only one who uses this special perfume powder. There are two people who are close to Miss Mei'er who can also use it. I heard that it was specially made by a shop in Miss Mei'er's hometown. You can't buy it anywhere else."

"Oh? There are sisters here?" Yang Qian's smile became even brighter when he heard that. He thought that he was lucky this time. Could this be considered as experience coming to him?
However, just as Yang Qian was thinking about how to gain the experience here, suddenly a familiar voice sounded from the opening of the curtain.

"Sir? I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Do you still remember me?"

(End of this chapter)