There was a type of person in this world whose words and actions were always out of the ordinary.
For example, Yuan Zhaoxu.
She had never seen a man who would openly say that he wanted to visit a brothel to the girl he admired.
'Alright …' She thought shamefully. 'I'm just being narcissistic. When did Yuan Zhaoxu say that he admired me?'
'Alright …' She told herself. Although she had a good impression of Yuan Zhaoxu, she did not wish for anyone to admire another person. She had no intention of dating.
'What's there to be depressed about then?' She could not figure it out. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She raised her hand and gave herself a slap.
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, as if he did not see her strange behavior.
Lord Ingot heard the noise and popped his head out of Yuan Zhaoxu's arms. His eyes lit up when he saw Fuyao's slap. He dashed out and gave her a slap as well.
Caught off guard, Meng Fuyao flew into a rage. Lord Ingot bared his teeth at her and squeaked repeatedly.
Yuan Zhaoxu automatically translated for her. "It probably means that it's more symmetrical and beautiful."
Meng Fuyao was silent. Suddenly, she reached out and plucked a strand of beard from Lord Ingot's mouth. "Good, symmetrical and beautiful."
…
The man and the rat confronted each other endlessly. Yuan Zhaoxu raised his head and gazed deeply at the horizontal board of the exquisite pavilion in front of him.
'Deep Spring Pavilion'.
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'Deep Spring Pavilion' was the number one brothel in Zhongzhou. It had the best wine, the prettiest brothel, the best songs and dances, and the most beautiful women.
The owner of the pavilion was not a Zhongzhou native, but a great merchant from the distant Galuo Nation, Jia Toli.
He had crossed the sea with a large amount of gold and used it to knock on the doors of various officials in Zhongzhou. Within a few months, he had opened the pavilion with a bang. On the first day of business, he attracted the attention of the people of Zhongzhou with his high noses, deep-set eyes, snow-white skin, and golden hair. Since then, business had been booming and the pavilion was always full of people.
It was said that the name of the Deep Spring Pavilion was not given by him, a foreigner. Instead, he had visited the Crown Prince's house more than ten times, presenting countless antiques and exquisite gold watches to the Crown Prince's attendant, Lord Bai, to write a horizontal inscribed board for him.
In Limitless Nation, anything that was related to the word "Crown Prince" would be worth a hundred times more. Everyone was envious of it. Boss Tuo felt even more proud now that he had this treasure.
As soon as he entered the hall, the aroma of meat, wine, cosmetics, bad breath, sweat, and all kinds of turbid odors assailed his nostrils. There were even waves of laughter rising and falling. On the first floor, there were red scarves and green sleeves, on the second floor, there were belly dancers from the Western Regions, on the third floor, there was gambling, and on the fourth floor … the fourth floor was quiet.
A male pimp came over and asked politely. Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, "Find a fresh one, one that's more tender."
Kamehameha beamed with joy and bowed deeply. "Please go up to the fourth floor!"
Yuan Zhaoxu dragged her away, but she dug her nails into his palm. 'You seem to be a regular. You even know the code words.'
After pinching her for a long time, a certain someone finally turned around and smiled. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "Are you jealous? Fuyao? "
He raised the word "Fuyao" slightly, making it sound like he was teasing her. She blushed and answered stubbornly, "I wanted to ask you, what do you mean by 'more tender'?"
Yuan Zhaoxu stopped laughing and said, "You'll know in a moment."
Even though Fuyao was instinctively annoyed by his invitation to visit a brothel, she knew that Yuan Zhaoxu didn't really want to go there. She obediently followed him to a private room on the fourth floor. The room was lavishly decorated, no less than a noble's house. The servants served wine and dishes like a river, and before long, Lord Yuan Bao was drunk, falling asleep with two Fufeng dates in his arms.
Meng Fuyao and Yuan Zhaoxu continued drinking. She had always boasted about her alcohol tolerance and swore that she would get Yuan Zhaoxu drunk so that he, who had always had the upper hand, would lose. Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhaoxu's alcohol tolerance was unfathomable. He downed cup after cup, becoming more and more sober, his eyes brighter and brighter. The more he drank, the more Fuyao collapsed.
She was never one to admit defeat or give up without a fight. The more she drank, the more energetic and arrogant she became. She drank from the stool to the table, and from the table to the pile of wine jars. The exquisitely carved wine jars piled up like a small hill at her feet. She even raised the jar and toasted Yuan Zhaoxu. "Drink! I'd rather … have a hole in my stomach than … have a crack in my relationship. "
Yuan Zhaoxu leaned back in his chair the whole time, drinking as if it were nothing. Even the way he grabbed the wine jar was elegant, which further highlighted the huge difference in temperament between the two of them.
When the curtain was lifted and a few timid girls walked in, Fuyao's tongue was already hanging out. She tugged at Yuan Zhaoxu's sleeve and slyly demanded, "Can you change into female clothes for me to see? You must be a trap … "
The girls looked at each other and bowed to the two of them. Fuyao raised her head and laughed. Drunkenly, she pointed at them. "… Whose … Lolita … You must have run into the wrong place …"
'Are you kidding me? The four of them added up don't even make me 40 years old. The youngest one, with a childish air about her, looked like she was only six or seven years old. Is this a nursery or a brothel?'
Meng Fuyao let out a drunken burp. Holding the heavy head that had doubled in size, she swayed her eyes in a dazzling array of colors. She saw the curtains swirling and the beauties upside down. She saw Yuan Zhaoxu smiling as he walked over and asked the youngest child something. The children first shook their heads, then began to cry and kneel down in front of Yuan Zhaoxu.
'F * ck, child prostitutes …'
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