After the Rebirth of the Unbeatable Queen

"Young Master~Wait for the Nujia~" Jiao whispered and shouted from behind. Let Qingcheng get goose bumps...

Just in front of Qingcheng stepped into the Yanfang Tower, the guard who followed far behind immediately reported the situation to Dongfang Haochen.

The dark guard was also taken aback: Oh my god, why did the young lady go to the brothel? Brothel! If the young lady fails to learn, the master won't kill me, will he? You have to inform the master quickly!

And here, Dongfang Haochen, who has not yet left, jumped his eyelids after receiving the notice from the secret guard, and disappeared without saying anything...

Qingcheng didn't know someone was chasing him~

After entering the hall, what I saw were a few scattered girls, even the lights inside were not very bright, a little dim. The decoration around it looks dilapidated, and the huge lobby has only a few tables and chairs without any furnishings. It looks like it is going to close at any time.

Seeing Qingcheng entering the hall, an older middle-aged woman hurried to usher in. She was not very luxuriously dressed, but the makeup on her face really couldn't bear to look straight...

Maybe this is a common problem in this world. Cosmetics are not as diverse as the modern world, and the quality is extremely poor, and there is no superb makeup technology.

This middle-aged woman, painted white flour like a face, drew thick black eyebrows with charcoal pen, no eye shadow, eyeliner, and no mascara and other cosmetic eyelashes. The double cheek rouge is applied too thickly and looks too red. A pair of lips with a decent lip shape is like a mouthful of blood...

So no wonder Qingcheng couldn't bear to look straight. The other girls were slightly better, but they were only better. The good facial features are ruined by poor makeup.

The middle-aged woman opened her "blood bowl" and smiled and said with a smile: "Oh ~ son ~ welcome to our Yanfang Lou~ the slave's is the mother of Xiao here, which girl do you like, mother, shall I arrange for the son?" A pair of smiling eyes There was a flash of light.

Qingcheng first waved his hand subconsciously, and couldn't help but cough twice. The smell of powdery powder was really overwhelming.

Qingcheng glanced at the person on the opposite side, and said in a gentle tone: "My son wants a box, and I just want to chat with Ms. Xiao~~"

Mom Xiao never thought that the other young girl would not want her to be such an old mother. But who doesn't like the rich?

So he smiled and flattered: "Oh~ my father, so hello my mouth? Hey~ then let the slave family come and serve you tonight~" Then he stepped forward to take Qingcheng's arm, but was Hid away.

Mother Xiao could only sneered, and continued to speak: "Come, let's go upstairs with the slave house~ Girls, you have to stay in the lobby tonight. If you have guests come in, you should be able to wait for you~" Walking ahead with his waist, he took Qingcheng to the second floor.

She looked around and found that the area of ​​this house is not small, and there are three floors, the first floor is more than 5 meters high, and the hall area is more than 500 square meters. There is a tea room on the first floor, and the second and third floors are in the form of wing rooms.

This building is like a podium with a quadrilateral centered on the lobby. On the top of the third floor is a normal ancient building tile roof, but there are four transparent crystal panels in the middle, each with an area of ​​seven or eight square meters, making the roof daylight. The lighting at night depends on the few luminous stones in the hall.

The decoration here is old and the business is quite deserted.

Dongfang Haochen, who was chasing from behind, entered through the windows of other private rooms, concealed in one corner watching Mother Xiao lead Qingcheng into a private room on the second floor.