The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Chapter 309 Murderer (two more)

As the most rapidly rising brothel in Beijing, Xianleju has overshadowed the former Nephrite Jade Pavilion. In addition to the girls in it are indeed all immortal and talented, its unique business model has also attracted the elites in the capital. appetite.

Gu Jiao came to the door.

The guard guarding the gate was a woman. The woman glanced at Gu Jiao's token, said nothing, and let him go.

Gu Jiao visited the brothel for the first time, and it was very fresh.

There is no imaginary paper drunken, staggered, shoving cups, and Yingge Yan dance, the silk and bamboo music here, the sound is in the ear, but it is not an extravagant sound, but a song like the sounds of nature.

Walking in the spacious lobby, girls pass by from time to time.

Gu Jiao glanced at her casually, she was really a fairy.

She seems to have entered a fairyland on earth, only a little bit of fairy spirit.

Suddenly, a begonia flower fell on Gu Jiao's shoulder.

Gu Jiao didn't reach out to pick it up, and let the flower fall to the ground.

There was a thin sigh from the railing on the second floor: "Young master doesn't want the flowers of the slave family, is it because he dislikes the slave family?"

This sentence smashed the fairyland filter in front of Gu Jiao's eyes, and finally had a bit of a brothel.

Gu Jiao raised her head, she was wearing a half-face mask, covering her nose and upper face, but not covering her rosy lips and delicate chin, nor her cold eyes.

"Yo." The girl upstairs exclaimed and straightened her body involuntarily.

Gu Jiao's figure is considered tall among women, and with her already valiant temperament, there is no pressure to act as a handsome boy.

The girl's exclamation attracted several companions, who stood on the second floor leaning on the railing and looked at Gu Jiao.

"Little boy, look at me."

Someone waved a handkerchief to Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao has never eaten pork but has seen pigs go away. She has time to chat with a strange man. She is not a very powerful person in Xianleju.

Her target people are not them.

Several people seduced for a long time without seeing any response from Gu Jiao, so they couldn't help but complain.

"What a disappointment!"

"Isn't it? Even our sister Lianxiang doesn't look down on it, and I don't know who it is for?"

Lian Xiang was the girl who threw the begonia flower at Gu Jiao.

"Could it be that she came to see Sister Qianxue?"

"Ah,

Can Sister Qianxue see him? "

"Who wants to see me?"

A lazy and gentle voice sounded slowly from the end of the corridor.

The girls who were chatting about Gu Jiao turned around and bowed respectfully, "Sister Qianxue!"

The woman who was called her sister looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was actually younger than some of them, but Xian Leju was never based on age.

"What are you looking at?" the woman asked.

She was wearing a plain white tunic and a bright yellow gauze over it. The color was bright, fresh and elegant, and it was eye-catching.

She was wearing a veil of the same color as the gauze, which was hazy, and the outline was vaguely visible but not very real.

Even a woman can't help but be attracted to her.

The woman seemed to be accustomed to this, and no longer expected them to answer her, but turned her head and looked downstairs.

"Yo."

She also gave a small exclamation, raised her eyebrows slightly, and rolled her eyes: "Here is a very clean son, bring someone up, this person, I want it."

After she finished speaking, she turned to the third floor.

The maid behind her replied yes, stepped downstairs, came to Gu Jiao and greeted Gu Jiao with a blessing: "Sir, my girl is invited."

Gu Jiao gave her a look and didn't go.

"You..." The maid choked, "Do you know who my girl is?"

Gu Jiao gave her another small look: Oh, who is it?

The maid akimbo: "My girl is the oiran of Xianleju! Others want to see you, but I can't see you! My girl looks down on you when she sees you!"

There is no water in these words. The oiran of Xianleju is not a showman, and only receives one person every three days, one hour at a time, and it is worth a thousand dollars.

Even so, those stinky men in the capital who wanted to be her guests were still as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river.

The oiran should be a big fish.

Gu Jiao thought for a moment, then nodded to the maid, indicating that she accepted her girl's invitation.

The maid has a headache, is it an illusion? How do you feel that this little boy's expression is just a matter of weight?

No matter what, if the girl wants to see her, the master has to bring her to see him no matter how strange it is.

Gu Jiao followed the maid to the third floor.

She didn't notice how jealous the guests below looked at her.

It is difficult to enter Xianleju. In Xianleju, it is not the guest who chooses the girl, but the girl who chooses the guest. If you are lucky, you can be picked up on the second floor. If you are unlucky, you can only have a lonely night tour in the lobby.

There are only a handful of people who have been to the third floor.

Of course Gu Jiao didn't know how lucky she was, but she could faintly feel that the third floor was extraordinarily quiet.

"Girl, the son is here." The maid reported from outside a door.

"Come in."

the woman said.

The maid pushed open the door, smiled at Gu Jiao, and said, "Master, please."

Gu Jiaomai stepped into the house.

The maid closed the door from outside.

The furnishings in the room looked relatively simple, but it might be because Gu Jiao didn't know antiques. Every vase in the room was an antique from the past.

The woman sat in front of the dressing table, wiping her hands with vanishing cream and looking at Gu Jiao from the bronze mirror.

She also has talking eyes.

She was wearing a veil, but Gu Jiao could still feel that she was smiling.

She said, "Sir, please take a seat."

Gu Jiao sat down on the chair.

After the woman finished applying the cream, Shi Shiran stood up and walked towards Gu Jiao.

She sat down on the chair beside Gu Jiao, and there was only a small square table between them.

The woman poured a cup of tea for Gu Jiao, handed it to Gu Jiao, and said with a smile, "Is this your first time to come to Xianleju?"

Gu Jiao nodded, but did not drink the tea she handed over.

The woman sighed, "Is your son afraid of poisoning me or is my tea unclean?"

Without waiting for Gu Jiao's answer, the woman took the cup of tea and drank it, and then as if the matter had been turned over, she curled her eyebrows: "What is the son doing in Xianleju?"

This is a strange question.

What can a man do when he comes to the brothel? Is it possible to cover the quilt and chat?

The woman rested her elbows on the table, her index finger gently supported her chin, and said with a half-smile, "Young Master is too clean, at first glance, he is not a person who can ask flowers and willows."

Gu Jiao frowned.

Is her acting so bad? She obviously picked up the script of the romantic little playboy today!

Could it be that she is only worthy of fooling Gu Chengfeng?

The woman's eyes fell on Gu Jiao's throat.

Are you still suspicious of her gender? Fortunately, she was already prepared and put her Adam's apple on herself.

Seeing the Adam's apple, the woman withdrew her gaze and continued to look into Gu Jiao's eyes.

Gu Jiao's eyes didn't dodge, after all, her acting skills were not cheeky enough.

After watching for a while, the woman didn't see anything tricky, so she asked again, "Could it be that the son is here to find someone? Which sister's relative is he?"

Gu Jiao thought about it, took out a small notebook and a charcoal pen, and wrote in a swish: To be honest, the master is here to pick up girls!

The woman's mouth twitched.

Soak what?

Gu Jiao snorted, crossed out the last two words, and wrote in a mighty and domineering way: "Looking for flowers and asking willows!"

The woman burst out laughing.

But the next second, she couldn't smile anymore.

Because Gu Jiao wrote on the paper: Call out the most beautiful girl here!

The woman's smile froze on her face: "You mean I'm not beautiful enough?"

Gu Jiao wrote: If you want to say that, I can't help it.

The woman was so angry with Gu Jiao that she forgot to ask Gu Jiao why she didn't speak, and only wrote on the paper.

Thinking of her dignified Xianleju's number one oiran, and the most beautiful woman in the capital, there was a day when she was despised for her appearance?

She said sullenly, "How long did the son's eyes go blind!"

Gu Jiao swishly wrote: I'm not blind, I just don't think you are particularly good-looking.

Not as good-looking as my husband.

This sentence simply filled the hatred value, and the woman was so angry that she slapped Gu Jiao with her palm.

Gu Jiao dodged for a moment.

The palm wind landed on the chair behind Gu Jiao and shook the mahogany chair into pieces!

Indeed martial arts.

Gu Jiao put away the pen and notebook, and fought with her in the room.

The woman's martial arts was beyond Gu Jiao's expectations. Fortunately, she was given the guidance of the old marquis, and some of them happened to be able to restrain the opponent's tricks.

Gu Jiao cut the woman's hand behind her back and pressed it on the bed.

But the woman was far more cunning than she showed. She twisted and slipped out of Gu Jiao's body like a loach.

And taking advantage of Gu Jiao's unpreparedness, she threw Gu Jiao on the bed.

She clasped Gu Jiao's hand with both hands, and her legs also pressed against Gu Jiao's legs: "Oh, if you say that the old lady is not beautiful, the old lady will take off your mask and take a look at what kind of virtue you are, how dare you say that the old lady is not nice!"

She clasped Gu Jiao's two wrists on top of her head with her right hand, and raised her left hand to take off Gu Jiao's mask.

But Gu Jiao broke free from her restraint, kicked her over on the inside of the bed, and turned her back on the guest, pressing her hands and legs down.

Gu Jiao sat on her lap, untied her hair tie, and tied her hands to the bedpost.

The woman struggled, and her clothes slipped off, revealing a large swath of snow-white skin.

"You..." The woman was embarrassed.

Gu Jiao took out the small notebook again, and wrote in a swish, "Who was the one who assassinated the emperor last night?"

The woman was startled.

Gu Jiao was actually not sure if she knew it, but she was the oiran here, with such a high status and martial arts, she had a high chance of knowing.

Maybe she was involved too.

The woman hehe said: "I'm a woman of the past, how could I know about the current sage? Did the son find the wrong person? If the son wants to investigate the case, shouldn't he go to the yamen?"

Gu Jiao wrote: Shouldn't a normal person's first reaction be to ask the emperor's assassination?

This is how Gu Chengfeng reacted.

The woman choked on the spot.

Gu Jiao domineeringly wrote: If you don't say it, I will take off your clothes and do you on the spot!

The woman's face changed, but she smiled slowly in a flash: "Okay, come on, if you don't dislike my body with a pair of jade arms and a thousand people's pillow, just let the horse come over. It's because I fell in love with the son and can serve you. Your son is my blessing. But—"

While speaking, she swept under Gu Jiao's clothes and said with a smile, "Young master doesn't seem to be interested in the slave family."

Gu Jiao: Uh... not armed enough to fake melons!

The woman looked at Gu Jiao meaningfully: "Young master is so pale, his appearance is so delicate, and his body is thin, yet he is still indifferent to a stunning beauty like me... Young master, shouldn't you be a master—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Gu Jiao ripped open her jacket, dragged it out and threw it under the bed, looking at her fiercely!

Just at this moment, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a drunk man broke in.

When it was too late, Gu Jiao grabbed the long gown on the ground and put it over the woman, covering her tightly.

"Oh, what's the matter with you? Why did someone break into Miss Qianxue's house? Miss Qianxue is picking up guests! Can you afford to ruin Miss Qianxue's interest!"

It was the fierce voice of the woman's personal maid.

"Sorry, Miss Qianxue!"

A female bodyguard entered the room without squinting, and took the drunk man out.

Afterwards, Gu Jiao got off the bed, and without pressing the woman, she turned and walked out the door.

The woman was stunned the moment she was wrapped by Gu Jiao's clothes, and when she saw Gu Jiao let her go and left, her eyes moved slightly: "You, don't you want to know who the murderer is?"

Not in this way.

Gu Jiao turned around and walked out of Xianleju.

If she was in her previous life, she would definitely use any means to extort a confession to the end. After all, her godfather taught her this way since she was a child.

But this world seems to be different.

Gu Jiao looked at her hands.

Suddenly, a small box fell into her palm.

Gu Jiao raised her head and looked at the third floor of Xianleju, but only saw a window that was closed in anger.

Gu Jiao opened the small box, which contained a pendant tassels and a note.

Royal Palace, southwest corner.

The murderer is from the palace, living in the southwest corner, and this tassels are the murderer's personal belongings!