There are many shops on both sides of the streets of Beijing, and the twilight sunlight is lightly sprinkled on the red bricks and green tiles or the eaves of the brightly colored pavilions, adding a bit of hazy and poetic to the prosperous capital in front of me.
Shang Wuxin and Wu fear walked with their breaths in their bodies, if they didn't pay attention, many people wouldn't notice them. Shang Wuxin looked at the people in front of and behind him, who were tall, elegant, fresh, or sophisticated. The carriages and horses were sparkling, and the crowd was like weaving. Not far away, the penetrating shouts of merchants could be heard faintly. , Occasionally, there is a long neighing sound, and Shang Wuxin feels as if he is in a colorful and rich picture scroll.
"Prince!" Wuwei looked at such a prince and said, the prince just now seemed to be sad, she would not comfort others but could only wake the prince from her own thoughts. Just like the prince went mad that night, maybe the prince has experienced too much, and I have to say that the longer I follow the prince, the more I admire the prince and want to get close to the prince.
"Is there a place you want to go?" Shang Wuxin asked, he really didn't have any place he wanted to go, because he didn't have a heart, so he didn't have anything to yearn for.
Wuwei also shook her head. In her consciousness, she could only serve the prince well and become the prince's right-hand man. How could she ever think of going out shopping like an ordinary woman? I don't even dare to think about what it feels like.
"Hey, did you know? There is an oiran in the Xingxing Pavilion, that beautiful Austrian!" A merchant next to him said, and a suspicious liquid was shed, and his eyes glowed with aftertaste.
"Really? Hey, if we are rich people, we can have a good time with that oiran, and we would be willing to die!" Another trader said regretfully.
"Even if you have money, it's useless. The oiran of the Xingxing Pavilion doesn't sell himself, or I don't know how many noble sons in the capital have stepped on the threshold of Xingxing Pavilion!"
Shang Wuxin stretched out his fingers and stroked his chin, then glanced at Wuwei and walked towards Xingxing Pavilion, and the closer he got to Xingxing Pavilion Wuwei's eyes became more and more wrong, until the two stood at the door of Xingxing Pavilion, the corners of Wuwei's eyes did not look at all. She stopped twitching, she knew that the prince was so old and there should be several women, but this kind of place should not come at all.
"Prince!" Fearless said stiffly, "If the prince has any needs, the slaves will recruit a few ladies for the prince!" As for whether the ladies are willing or not, Wuwei feels that there is no need to think about it at all. Recently, there are so many women in the capital inquiring about the prince. The meaning of the news is self-evident. If the prince wants to take a concubine now, he is afraid that the prince's mansion will become lively.
Shang Wuxin was really shocked by the thought of the fearless, took a breath and entered the Xingxing Pavilion directly, and the fearless followed immediately, for fear that some unclean woman in the brothel ate the prince's tofu, no matter what. The prince is also a boy.
The Xingxing Pavilion was in a mess, even if it was still clear and bright, but it was really ambiguous inside. The coquettish panting and laughter were endless, and the cool woman kept trying her best to seduce and seduce in the hall. And some men have long walked into the room with the woman in their arms, and there is a whisper from time to time.
However, even though Han Xuanhao, the manager of the brothel, was full of evil spirits, the ambiguity around him was not stained in the slightest.
The old lady's eyes flashed when she walked into a white-clothed boy. She has been running Xingxing Pavilion for many years, and no one has seen it, but at this moment, this boy is beautiful, beautiful to the extreme, and her master There is a fight for all of them, and more importantly, even if the young man has restrained the momentum of his body, as long as he stands there, it is a scenery, obviously at odds with this confusing scene, but strangely getting along in it.
But why is this man so familiar? The old bustard rolled his eyes a few times, and suddenly remembered that this is the prince who must be paid attention to by the master? Thinking that the difference between the master and the prince is that the two are friends, the old bustard smiled more sincerely.
"Hey, what a handsome young master!" The old lady seemed to be by Shang Wuxin's side, but she didn't get close to Shang Wuxin at all. She knew that this person was the prince, and the old lady knew that if she was really close, she would not know her. What are the consequences.
Although Fearless was still standing behind the Prince, he was very nervous, for fear that the old bustard would jump out and touch the Prince, and then look at the confusion and fearlessness in this hall, no matter how good his usual disguise, his face was starting to turn red.
"I heard that the newest courtesan, the prostitute, is very glamorous?" Shang Wuxin smiled evilly, like a prodigal son in a romantic scene. As he spoke, he gave the prostitute a look, naked seduction, even the battle-hardened prostitute was softened by the electricity.
She knew that Shang Wuxin was a little different today, but because she suddenly wanted to live unfettered after she went mad last night. Since she couldn't forget the past, she would learn to enjoy the current life.
The old prostitute smiled and the powder on his face shook a few layers, "Oh, the little boy is really romantic, and he fell in love with our peony! But our peony is an innocent woman, and she's still a chick! The little boy wants Don't order other girls? We all the other girls are beautiful!"
"Peony?" Shang Wuxin became more interested, seeing that there were many officials and sons of noble families in this brothel, and obviously these people recognized him, Shang Wuxin smiled evilly, "Let Peony come to serve Ben Sir, otherwise..."
As he said that, he took the fearless to the best room, but the old bustard was very distressed. If it was just a prince, she might still be able to deal with it, but this person is obviously a friend that the master cares about. If he neglects the idea of the master's methods, the old bustard is a little scared. Just not a peony can soothe.
The old bustard, who was thinking twice, went to Mudan's room and asked Mudan to serve a young man in white. And Peony is a brothel woman, of course she knows that she can't be like this all the time, so she just nodded and went, while the prostitute went to the most secluded room in Xingxing's embrace.
Shang Wuxin was sitting in the room, while Wuwei was standing there. The headache that Shang Wuxin looked at pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Sit down! I'm afraid no one knows that Ben Gong is visiting the brothel!" Wu Wuxin thought about it and immediately sat down.
But after a while, the door of the box was opened, and a woman walked in. The woman's tender eyes are like water, cherry lips are like flowers, her skin is thick and fat, her eyebrows are like ink drawings, a white skirt with plum blossoms and plum blossoms is waving on the floor, and her body is soft smoke. Soft and dripping taste. Just a glance at Shang Wuxin and just a careful look, but I have to say that this Hua Kui is indeed beautiful.
The oiran thought that the person who came to serve today should be a middle-aged person with a full stomach or a lustful and lecherous playboy, but at the moment looking at the teenager sitting there, she was just sitting in the box with a languid smile. The chair Shang was covered in snow-white brocade robes and looked slender. But those casual brows shot out a sharp light inadvertently, as if everything had already been understood, and it was clear in the chest. Just a glance at Peony knows that this son is either rich or expensive, but is a real person.
Peony's heart moved a little when she saw such a young man. Just sitting there coldly is enough to make people come forward one after another. If this young man shows warmth... Peony can't even think about how many women would be willing to sink in that pair. under the eyes.
Peony walked slowly to the side of the young man with enchanting small steps, and after seeing that the prince was not unhappy, he did not move but just stared at Peony, while Peony looked at the woman with scars on her face. I thought she was jealous of herself.
Peony wanted to sit on the boy's lap, but the boy's cold eyes made her lose her courage. She just sat beside the boy, leaned her head gently on the boy's shoulder, and didn't dare to even make a rash move. A kind of majesty.
Shang Wuxin looked at Peony, who was nervous and disciplined, and put his hand on Peony's shoulder, letting Peony peel the fruit for himself.
At this time, Xingxing Pavilion was the most noble room that ordinary people could not enter. The old man said to the master lying there, "Master, the prince came to Xingxing to hug!" Even if he knew how beautiful the master was, the old man didn't even dare to look at it, master Although the capital lives here, people are not allowed to approach. There was a woman in the building who wanted to seduce the master, and in the end, she didn't even get close to the master. Instead, the master took off a few pieces. In the end, there was no woman in the building to the master again. What are you thinking about, but you are more afraid of it.
"What?" Han Xuanhao suddenly got up from the bed, and his whole body exuded strong anger and asked, "What is the prince coming to Xingxing Pavilion for?" If so what can he do
The old bustard looked at his master's sudden anger and didn't know how the prince could bear the master. He silently mourned for the prince and replied, "The prince came to Xingxing Pavilion and ordered peony to serve, it should be..."
Before the prostitute could finish speaking, he saw his master walking in the room, "Bastard! You bastard, Shang Wuxin!"
Han Xuanhao felt that he was mad at the prince, how could the prince be like this? How can I want another woman? If you want, should you want yourself? How can the prince not see that he is so beautiful and so good
Han Xuanhao was thinking about going to find Shang Wuxin, but stopped again. What can he do even if he goes? The prince doesn't like himself now, and the prince likes women, how can he let the prince accept himself? woman? Han Xuanhao's eyes lit up, and then he sat in front of the mirror under the horrified gaze of the prostitute, and began to dress up, and then walked to the prince's room with the mama's ghost-like expression on his face.