A road at the foot of the mountain winds to the front, and the weather is a little gloomy. A horse-drawn carriage moved quickly along the road.
The curtains of the carriage were lifted, and a head stuck out. It was a handsome young man. He shouted to the driver, "Uncle, slow down, it's too awkward."
"It's going to rain heavily, and it's going to rain soon. If my horse gets sick and delays my work, will you pay?" the driver asked in a loud voice.
"Okay, Xiaofeng, it's nothing to be upset. The coachman is right. It's better to go back sooner." A warm voice came from the carriage, soothing the boy, "Hurry up and retract your head, or you'll be knocked for a while."
The boy named Xiaofeng was about to refute a few words from the coachman, but when he heard the people inside say so, he shrunk his head back angrily, looked at the person sitting opposite him and said unconvinced, "Sir, it's not like we didn't give it to us. The money is only a little more or less, why does he have this attitude?" Both the carriage and the driver were hired, and Xiaofeng and his son came to the temple on the mountain today to pray for incense. But on the way back, the weather suddenly changed, and the driver recklessly accelerated the speed of going back.
Before the person sitting opposite Xiaofeng could speak, he heard the coachman muttering in front of him.
"Master Rabbit, what kind of preciousness is he pretending to be? It's just that I kindly want to carry you, and I'm still picky." The driver's disdainful voice reached Xiaofeng and Young Master's ears.
As soon as Xiaofeng's face changed, he was about to speak out. The person sitting opposite him waved at him, his face still calm.
Xiaofeng bit his lip, and finally lowered his head in frustration. He was really upset for the son, how could a good man like him be stuck in such a place? !
The son is called Young Master Le, and he is the top card of the Changqing Tower in the capital, once.
Changqing Building, the largest brothel in the capital, however, the people serving people inside are all men. Of course, on the bright side, they will not be called Rabbit Lord, but they will be called Young Master. Because the sons of Changqing Building are different from other brothels, most of the sons of Changqing Building are clean courtesans, and they all have special skills. It is a place where many men in Beijing pursue elegance.
The most famous of Changqing Building are the four sons of plum orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum. Mr. Le used to be Mr. Lan, and he was the best at playing the qin. In the past few years, there were countless benefactors, and the crowd was crowded. People who asked to see him could line up from the street to the end of the street. It's just that over the years, he has gotten older and his style is not as good as before, and the title of Young Master Lan has changed hands. He used his original name again, Young Master Le. Because it is said that his surname is Le.
Being ridiculed by the driver like this, Young Master Le didn't have any resentful expression on his face. Looking at Xiao Feng who was slumped in the corner, Young Master Le knew that the child was feeling injustice for himself again in his heart.
"Xiaofeng's mouth can hang an oil bottle." Young Master Le said with a smile, "Okay, don't be angry, go back and buy you your favorite Fook Kee pastries, one of each, okay?"
Xiaofeng's mouth pouted even more, and he muttered, "Young master just treats me as a child, I'm not too young." Although he complained, Xiaofeng's frowning brows eased.
At this moment, the roof of the carriage made a slight crackling sound, and the next moment, the sound became louder and louder.
"It's raining." Xiaofeng opened the curtains and looked out, "It's so dark, it was still on just now, why is it so dark now?"
(End of this chapter)