After leaving the Immortal Residence, the maid in the carriage couldn't help laughing.

"How could such a boring person as Mr. Sanlang still have an old relationship?" she said with a smile.

Even a fool could tell that the young woman's words and deeds towards Xu Maoxiu were unusual.

"Why are you bored, Sanlang-kun?" Banqin shook his head, "Sanlang-kun is very...very..."

I can't think of how to describe it at the moment.

"A humble gentleman?" the maid took over the words with a smile.

Banqin nodded hurriedly.

"That's why it's unforgettable." The maid smiled.

"Sanlang-kun is worth it." Banqin said, with a hint of displeasure, "However, that lady is already married, so she doesn't know how to be more reserved. Her man's face turned green when he saw her."

"Don't hate our Lord Sanlang, right?" the maid said with a frown.

That's true...

Banqin also looked a little uneasy.

When they said this, the carriage stopped in front of the door. The two people stopped talking and got out of the car, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang.

"Madam, what do you think?" Banqin asked.

"What do you think?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.

"Sanlang-kun." Banqin said.

"Brother is very good." Cheng Jiaoniang replied.

The maid and Banqin laughed. Sometimes the lady always seems to be talking to everyone on different topics.

"That couple..." they said hurriedly.

"What about that couple?" Cheng Jiaoniang interrupted them and stepped out of the car.

Banqin wanted to say something else, but the maid smiled and pulled her.

"Nothing." She smiled and reached out to support Cheng Jiaoniang, "Madam, what should we eat tonight?"

Why did she suddenly say that she had eaten? Banqin was a little puzzled, but she never looked into it in detail. She just put it aside and solved what she could.

"How about eating cold food?" she said.

The three masters and servants were about to enter when someone called from behind.

"Ms. Cheng."

Cheng Jiaoniang turned around and watched Qin Shisanlang slowly walking across the bridge.

He wore a round robe and summer silk shoes, and walked slowly, which not only concealed the inconvenience of his legs and feet, but also looked calm. Coupled with his handsome face, he really was a handsome young man, attracting many women passing by on the street to cover half of their faces with small round fans.

They all looked over.

Cheng Jiaoniang saluted.

"I'm here to disturb my wife again." Qin Shisan returned the courtesy and said with a smile.

"Say." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

The three masters and servants in front of the door were all looking at him. Brother Jin had already opened the door and was looking at him, but no one had any intention of inviting him in.

In fact, it has only been a habit for half a month. Why do you feel that it is not normal now?

Qin Shisan laughed to himself.

"Can I drink now?" he asked.

"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Qin Shisan smiled.

"That's a shame," he said.

"I've already told your mother about the taboos around eating and drinking. You go back and ask her." Cheng Jiaoniang said, saluting and raising her feet.

Qin Shisan took a step forward.

"Then, can I buy you a drink, madam?" he asked.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked back at him.

"Yes." She nodded and said.

Is this okay?

The answer was so simple and cheerful that Qin Shisan was stunned for a moment.

"Why do I feel that everything has changed?" He laughed again, "Is it because my legs and feet have healed, I stand up straight, and what I see is different from before?"

"People are like this when they are recovering from an illness." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "After a while, everything will be fine."

Qin Shisan looked at her and laughed.

"It's late today, so I won't offend you. Tomorrow at noon, I'll invite you to a banquet." He said, bowing and saluting.

Cheng Jiaoniang returned the courtesy and walked through the door.

When night falls and every house closes its doors, the lights in Desheng Tower are bright, and singing and laughter flow along with the strings of silk and bamboo strings in the successive halls and pavilions.

On the attic verandah surrounding the patio, no less than a hundred women were chatting and laughing, like butterflies dancing, which made people dazzled.

But for Huacong veterans, they can still tell what they want to see.

"Look, where are the two people over there going?"

Suddenly a guest downstairs shouted, pointing.

Everyone around heard the sound and looked around, and saw two young people walking across a covered bridge between buildings.

That direction leads to the residence of the oiran in Desheng Building.

The people downstairs were all excited.

Madam Zhu had not received guests for several days because she was redressing her father's grievance. This did not arouse any resentment or dissatisfaction among the people, but instead increased their admiration and admiration.

Madam Zhu used to be honest, she was just a courtesan with excellent sexual skills, but now she has the status of a former official wife, and she has not left her country after she was wronged. Such actions of denouncing her as unclean are in the eyes of everyone.

It couldn't be more noble.

It is said that those who are waiting to see Miss Zhu have been sent until the end of the year.

Now, at this time, someone can actually go see Miss Zhu?

Who is it? Who is so lucky to win the favor of Lady Zhu?

While they were watching, one of the men on the bridge waved to the people below.

"Hey, hey, the view from Desheng Tower is even better from here. It's really like a fairyland." The man shouted loudly, smiling, "You mortals, I will ascend to heaven first..."

Cheng Silang was already feeling uncomfortable. When he heard the sudden shouting and saw the explosion downstairs like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, he wanted to run out.

"What are you doing!" he shouted, pulling Wang Shiqi back from the bridge.

"It's fun," Wang Shiqi said with a smile, looking downstairs, "Look at those people who are almost dying of jealousy! Hahaha, hey, I..."

He also wanted to raise his hands downstairs, but Cheng Silang held him tightly.

"That's enough, you don't want to get out alive?" he shouted in a low voice.

"Yes, sir."

The little girl who was leading the way also turned back with a half-hearted smile.

"These people really dare to beat people when they are anxious. If they are beaten to death and dispersed in a hurry, the government will not be able to do anything."

Wang Shiqi then hurriedly restrained himself and took a few steps to catch up with the little girl.

"Thank you very much." He said with a smile, "I am so happy to have the honor to meet Miss Zhu."

Ever since Miss Zhu started walking independently, the little girl has seen this kind of people a lot, and her face does not hide her disdain.

While he was talking, he had already crossed the covered bridge, walked for a while, and stopped in front of a hall.

"Sister, Wang Langjun and Cheng Langjun are here." The girl said.

"Please."

A female voice said in the room.

Just hearing this voice made Wang Shiqi faint, and stretched out his hand to hold Cheng Silang's arm.

The door was opened.

"Please, sir." Chun Ling said with a smile.

Wang Shiqi went in one deep and one shallow, and Cheng Silang had no choice but to follow.

There was a woman sitting in the room. She was lightly rouged and extremely beautiful. She was wearing the kind of colorful clothes that the prostitutes were used to. She exposed a large amount of breasts, but from a casual perspective, she didn't feel kitsch.

"My little girl Zhu Heng has met these two gentlemen." She bowed her head and saluted.
To be continued...