Yang Fan broke through the door and went out.
Outside the door was the main hall of the brothel.
Yang Fan was standing in a long corridor. The ceiling of the corridor was neatly hung with crimson lanterns. The stairs wound down from the left and right sides. Directly in front of him was the main hall on the first floor. The ceiling of the hall was hung with several rows of lanterns made of thin wood and painted with red silk gauze. The lanterns illuminated the entire main hall.
The two rooms on the left and right of the main hall were empty seats. Most of the men sitting there were "open plates". They did not spend the night in the brothel, nor did they find women to sleep with. They only came to drink with three or five of their close friends. They found some girls to sit and drink with them, chat and sing, but they were not willing to spend a lot of money in a private room.
Wu Yizong escaped from the private room and ran down the stairs like a mouse. When Yang Fan smashed the door with his fist, he had alarmed all the patrons in the hall. Then he broke through the door and roared. The men and women in the main hall froze as if they had been hit by a spell. They all looked at Yang Fan in shock.
A waiter, wearing an apron around his waist and a handkerchief on his shoulder, stretched his right hand forward and placed five plates of food from his fingertips to his shoulder. One of his feet was suspended in the air, and he was still in the position of climbing up the stairs.
Downstairs, behind a screen on the left, a charming woman in emerald green clothes was holding onto a man next to her. She pouted and was about to pass a "leather cup" over. At this moment, she was looking upstairs in a daze, as if she was suffering from facial paralysis. Wine was flowing out of the "leather cup".
Another patron was standing there, holding a wine pot and pouring wine for his good friend at the same table. At this moment, he was looking upstairs. The wine had long been filled to the brim and had flowed all over the table, but he still did not notice it.
The madam was holding a small handkerchief and was accompanying two well-dressed guests into the main hall. At this moment, she was also standing there dumbfounded. She looked up at Yang Fan, who was rushing out like a raging lion with sawdust flying everywhere.
The moment of silence was followed by chaos.
Wu Yizong, who was running down the stairs in a panic, knocked over the waiter who was going up the stairs. The waiter rolled down the stairs and plunged into the skirt of a girl. The girl held her skirt and screamed. She kicked and stomped her feet as if a mouse had crawled into her skirt.
When the waiter rolled down the stairs, the plate on his arm flipped down and hit a satisfied patron who was coming out of a room with a beauty in his arms. The patron screamed and jumped, brushing the arm of another waiter. the waiter tilted the kettle in his hand and the boiling water spilled out.
The boiling water splashed onto the gentleman behind the counter, who was doing the accounts. The old gentleman let out a strange cry in pain. His hands waved wildly, messing up the 'flower sign' hanging above his head. Every girl in the brothel had a flower name, which was written on the sign. If someone had a customer, the sign would flip over, and this collision would turn everything upside down.
The entire main hall was in chaos.
When Yang Fan saw Wu Yizong run down the stairs, he quickly jumped down from the second floor. In midair, he grabbed a long rope hanging from a string of red lanterns and swung it forward under the shocked cries of the guests. He landed at the entrance of the main hall.
The rope swung and the flame in the lanterns tilted, immediately igniting the lanterns. A long string of red lanterns began to burn above the main hall.
The old procuress, who had been stunned like a wooden chicken, immediately came to her senses. She waved her handkerchief and cried out, "Put out the fire! Put out the fire! Quickly put out the fire! You stinky men deserve to die a thousand times. Being jealous and fighting over women, you can't ruin my family's business! Heavens, what kind of sin have I committed! "
Yang Fan shot to the door and blocked Wu Yizong, who had escaped to the door. Wu Yizong turned pale with fright and ran to the side, hiding under a wine table.
Yang Fan didn't think that Wu Yizong, a prince, would do such a thing and couldn't help being stunned. In reality, this Wu Yizong, other than being a prince because of his aunt, didn't have any awareness of being a noble. He had ridden pigs and climbed trees before, so why would he be afraid of hiding under a table?
Yang Fan shot over and grabbed one of Wu Yizong's legs, pulling him out from under the table. Wu Yizong let out a strange cry and refused to get up. His hands and feet waved as he rolled around, shouting, "Don't come over! Don't come over! Do you really want to kill me just because I insulted you a few times? "
If this was any other time, even if Wu Yizong angered Yang Fan, he wouldn't be afraid. No matter what, he was a prince. What could Yang Fan do to him? Would he really dare to beat him to death? But when Yang Fan went up the stairs in anger and punched through the air, that biting cold power, decisive action, and murderous expression … …
Wu Yizong didn't know how he touched Yang Fan's reverse scale and made him lose his mind. But Wu Yizong believed in his own judgment: This madman would really beat him to death!
When it came to life and death, Wu Yizong, who always cherished his life, couldn't care less about the prince's dignity. What was a prince? When people treat you as a prince, then you are a prince. If it wasn't for his aunt being the Empress, how could he be a prince? Thinking back to when he was exiled to Lingnan, in order to fill his stomach, what kind of despicable things had he not done?
Yang Fan didn't expect this King of Hanoi to be so flexible. He could even use such a ruffian method. In fact, if it wasn't for Wu Zetian becoming the Empress and the Wu family's chickens and dogs rising to the heavens, wouldn't he be a ruffian living on the streets?
Seeing Wu Yizong lying on the ground like a tortoise, waving his hands and feet around, refusing to let him come closer, Yang Fan gradually regained his consciousness. Although his anger hadn't subsided, he couldn't ignore the consequences and really beat him to death. Yang Fan ferociously kicked Wu Yizong's butt and shouted, "Get out! If you dare to speak rudely again, I can recognize you, but my fist doesn't! "
Wu Yizong was really scared out of his wits. He repeatedly said: "I'll get out! I'll get out! I'll get out immediately! " Wu Yizong straightened his back and wanted to stand up. But when he saw Yang Fan's fierce gaze, he was scared out of his wits. Using his hands and feet, he crawled out of the hall and covered his face with his sleeves.
Standing in the hall, Yang Fan couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw Wu Yizong's embarrassed appearance. But as he laughed, his nose suddenly turned sour, and tears couldn't help flowing down.
Since he heard about Ning Ke from Jiang Shichun, his heart had been heavy. When he arrived at Ning Ke's residence, saw her grave with his own eyes, and read her suicide note, Yang Fan's heart was almost riddled with innumerable traces of tenderness of this weak but strong, affectionate and proud girl.
His heart was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. But he just couldn't cry, even in front of Ning Ke's grave. At this time, his tears were like a flood that broke the dam, rolling down.
The patrons and prostitutes in the hall saw that just a moment ago he was still majestic, like a deity descending to earth, chasing that luxuriously dressed old man away like he was chasing a rabbit, but in the blink of an eye he was crying like this. Each and every one of them was dumbstruck. Seeing Yang Fan crying so heartbroken, a soft-hearted woman's eyes reddened and tears rolled down her cheeks. Her heart was filled with envy and sorrow, "Which family's girl is this, unexpectedly she has this kind of ability to make him love her so deeply? If such a man could treat me like this, I would be willing to die for him. "
There were also prostitutes who couldn't help feeling sad when they saw Yang Fan's appearance. "Alas! Visiting a brothel to such an extent, this little brother is really … alas! "
The Supreme Minister Wang Chenghao, the Minister of Finance Tang Xiaoxiao, the Assistant Minister of Revenue Qiu Lingzhi, and the General of Thousand-Bull Guards Jiang Chiyuan stood at the top of the building. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but look at each other in dismay. "Who … who the hell is bullying who?"
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When Yang Fan returned home, the moon was already bright in the sky.
Along the way, there were many night patrollers who questioned him, but the people of Luoyang Prefecture didn't dare to do anything to him. The small patrol of the Jin Wu Guards also couldn't do anything to this loyal general. Although the curfew was the law of the country, there would always be a privileged class. There weren't many people who dared to go against him.
When Yang Fan arrived home, the two little fellows couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep sweetly, but the others didn't sleep. Xiaoman coaxed the child to sleep and asked the wet nurse to look after him. She talked with Ah Nu in the Flower Hall and waited anxiously for his return. When Third Sister ran in happily and shouted, "Ah Lang is back," everyone was relieved.
Seeing his relatives waiting for his return, Yang Fan felt a little guilty. Xiaoman happily said to Taomei, "Quickly ask the kitchen to bring food to Ah Lang."
Yang Fan shook his head gently and said to Xiaoman, "Wife, don't worry about it. I'm not hungry at all. Let everyone rest early."
In fact, Xiaoman had noticed Yang Fan's sad expression as soon as he came in. When she saw his depressed expression and tired tone, Xiaoman nodded obediently and didn't ask any more questions. When the family dispersed, Xiaoman softly said to Yang Fan, "Langjun is tired. Rest early."
Yang Fan softly said, "Well, you go to sleep first. I need some quiet time."
Xiaoman nodded and gave a look to the worried Ah Nu. The two quietly returned to the Inner Residence. Although they were worried, they knew that when a man had something on his mind, sometimes he would rather suppress it and let it ferment slowly in his heart. He didn't want to talk about it or listen to others.
Yang Fan let out a long sigh. When he saw the old steward still standing at the door, he said, "Get a pot of wine and send it to the study."
The old steward also saw that Ah Lang was in a bad mood, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He hurriedly agreed and left in a hurry.
When wine enters the heart of sorrow, it is easy to get drunk. Yang Fan, who originally had a good capacity for alcohol, became dizzy after a few cups. The torment in the Tenderness Workshop let him vent his emotions. But when he returned home and suddenly quieted down, he was still confused and couldn't breathe.
Yang Fan swayed out of the study with the pot of wine and slowly paced back and forth in the courtyard.
The autumn moon was like frost, quietly flowing on the ground, pavilions, corridors, rockeries and ponds …
In the darkness of the night, there would occasionally be a flash of a figure, and a person would suddenly appear out of nowhere. When that person saw that the person walking alone was Yang Fan, he would let go of the hilt of his sword and quietly disappear into the night.
The wine was Chengdu Shaojiu. The yeast had been added with herbs, so the taste of the wine was particularly spicy. When he took a few steps and drank a mouthful of wine, it turned into a raging fire as it entered the throat. But no matter how fierce the fire was, it couldn't drive away the cold and lonely feeling.
Yang Fan walked to the bridge and stood leaning against the railing. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky. He stared at it for a long time before his eyes slowly moved back. When he glanced over the corner of a building, he saw the entrance of the building and couldn't help but be startled.
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