"Aunts, be careful!"

After hearing this, the old madam Jiaofangsi made her face pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she waved her hands repeatedly, lowered her voice to dissuade her.

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, they are all their own family members. Otherwise, if these words "Dog Emperor" were spread, wouldn't it make people think that the Jiaofangsi has become a den of thieves?

"Dissolve lovers, not something..."

Yingxue wiped her tears and muttered.

The other courtesans around him also nodded repeatedly, with deep understanding on his face.

What the woman in the brothels and tiles and brothels, she is just a lover, besides money and silk.

And the story Ye Ping told at this moment can be said to be exactly what they thought.

"I would like to ask my sisters to spread this story for me. It must be fast. It is best to let the streets and alleys of Lin'an City tomorrow. Everyone knows this story, everyone knows the poor Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian..."

Ye Ping chuckled, clasped his fists at the courtesan sister Yingxue and others, and said sincerely.

"Don't worry, Lord Ye, we can't do anything else, but it's best to tell the story so that everyone knows this kind of thing. Let's leave this matter to us. Don't worry, everyone will know this story tomorrow morning in the streets and alleys of Lin'an City."

Yingxue nodded and made a promise to Ye Ping.

Puliu Lane and Jiaofangsi are a very unique existence. People in Lin'an City look down on this place, but every move here leads the trend of Lin'an City.

What new makeup, what good-looking clothes, what good-sounding music, what moving stories, and what kind of traces carefully, all come from the Jiaofangsi.

It is very simple to spread. After a few courtesans talk, countless people will naturally spread it to them.

Maybe I can't even get it tomorrow morning, but this story will spread tonight throughout the streets and alleys of Lin'an City and will be known to everyone.

"Okay, thank you sisters. I have something to do, so I will say goodbye first! When you sisters go to the city to give porridge tomorrow, I will go with you. In two days, I will come to Puliu Lane for treatment. At that time, regardless of whether your sisters are healthy or not, please give me a chance to treat it."

Seeing this, Ye Ping clasped his fists with his hands, gave a bow, and said with a smile.

"Is Lord Ye leaving now? Don't you stay here for a night?"

Ye Ping's words fell, and the courtesans immediately felt a little disappointed. Looking at Ye Ping, he hoped to say goodbye.

As they spoke, I don’t know what they did, but in an instant, several sisters Luo Shan'er relaxed, revealing most of her pink chest. The charming snow tunnel made people dizzy.

"Hahaha, I am a divine friendship with all my sisters. We are in harmony with poetry and music, and we will not say anything else!"

Ye Ping laughed loudly, and then quickly walked out the door.

However, his heart was hot and he thought about finding an opportunity to avoid Shen Mo and get along with Shen Yueling several times. Otherwise, his body would be too unsatisfied and could not withstand the temptation at all.

Although leaving like this is not as good as a beast, he knew that if he stayed, it would be difficult for Shen Yueling to explain!

"This poet, it seems that he looks down on us, the broken flowers and willows..."

Looking at Ye Ping's back, the courtesan sighed softly and murmured.

"Shut up! Lord Ye has never despised us? What he thought about is not for our sisters' long-term efforts? If the refugees and hunger are really making trouble, we may have a rare good ending! This is really caring about our sisters, unlike those guys who just greedy for our bodies. When they don't get it, they can say all kinds of sweet words. After they get it, they will use it as topic of conversation and show off in front of others, saying that there are a few moles on us..."

When Yingxue heard this, her face darkened and she looked at the courtesan sister and shouted coldly.

After a word fell, many courtesan sisters immediately showed their consent.

Indeed, everything Ye Ping did was to plan for them for the long term, and not like men like Yang Shu who usually traveled to Jiaofangsi, the purpose was to plan their bodies, or to in other words, to be the name of the courtesan, to raise themselves.

This is even more precious.

"From now on, if I hear someone chewing a little about Lord Ye's tongue in Puliu Lane, be careful that I will tear up someone's mouth!"

Yingxue looked around, pausing word by word, and then continued.

"Sister Yingxue, don't be angry. I have no other intentions. I just feel sorry for not being favored by Lord Ye..."

The courtesan sister heard this and hurriedly accompanied Yingxue to explain.

"Okay, I'm just talking, don't think so much." Yingxue waved her hand, then looked around and smiled, "Okay, Lord Ye help us, then we can't be ashamed of Lord Ye. Get busy, do what Lord Ye told me, and let this story spread throughout Lin'an before tomorrow."

"Here!"

As the cherry snow fell, the courtesans around them all bowed, nodded, and then scattered.

Although the night is heavy, Puliu Lane is endless.

Soon, the story about Chen Shimei and Qin Xianglian had spread throughout Puliu Lane, and even came to every household outside Puliu Lane.

Of course, in addition to these, there was also news that Ye Ping blocked Yang Shu, the Minister of Rites, into the Jiaofangsi, and ordered the other party to spend 100,000 gold, which was only then that he had saved the pain of being captured in the Jing'ansi imperial prison.

Yang Shu claims to be a pure stream and has always regarded himself as a clean and honest person, but he can only take action for 100,000 yuan, which is really inspiring.

Similarly, the poem "The warm wind makes tourists drunk and makes Lin'an become Chang'an" that Ye Ping gave Yang Shu was also spread. When talking about this poem, who wouldn't sneer at Yang Shu and the nobles of the Ministry of Rites and give them a mouthful of thick phlegm.

I was speechless all night and soon it was early morning of the next day.

Snowflakes are falling, and Lin'an City has become a crystal world of ice and snow covered with silver!

The snow was getting heavy, Yingning was having fun in the yard, playing snowballs with Musk Moon, which was very lively.

Ye Ping looked at this scene with a smile, but he couldn't help but remember the name he saw on the streets and alleys last night, huddling in the corner, looking like a hungry refugee who was about to die.

How should these people survive in the wind and snow?

And apart from myself, how many people care about the life or death of these people?

"Dong...Dong..."

A little later, along the location of the palace, a melodious golden bell rang slowly and rang through Lin'an.
Chapter completed!