The Nephrite Tower is in Shengping Lane in the southeast, and it won't take long to get there from here.

The carriage was driving slowly. Inside the carriage, Xiao Yuandu crossed his arms and looked at Jiang Fusang: "Do you know where the Nephrite Tower is?"

Jiang Fosang nodded: "I have been in Jiyuan for a long time. I have heard about the name of Nephrite Tower. I heard that it is a place where beauties gather and the fragrance of nephrite is warm."

When she said this, her expression could not be more calm, and she did not show any strange expression.

But Xiao Yuandu didn't believe it.

He didn't believe that this was Jiang Fusang's true emotion.

Those ladies from good families, let alone talking about it, even if you accidentally hear it, your ears will be dirty.

Xiao Yuandu only thought that she was trying to force herself out: "Then I will take you to see it today."

Jiang Fusang suddenly smiled and laughed out loud.

In my heart, when it comes to knowledge, Xiao Yuandu may not have as much knowledge as she does.

Xiao Yuandu asked her why she was smiling.

Of course Jiang Fusang would not tell the truth. She looked at Xiao Yuandu, shook her head and said, "I am happy."

Xiao Yuandu frowned, a little confused.

Out of some unknown psychology, he added: "The beauties there are not like noble ladies like you, who just drink tea and play the piano all day long."

Jiang Fusang still nodded: "As a woman in Huanlou, serving the benefactors is the first priority. Do as the benefactors ask. Only when the benefactors are happy can they live a good life."

She thought that Xiao Yuandu would take the opportunity to ridicule her for how a married woman knew so much about the Huanlou woman. When she looked up, she realized that Xiao Yuandu's face was covered with dark clouds.

Although he didn't have much contact with him, Jiang Fusang had learned a lesson from his unpredictable temper.

However, Jiang Fusang's eyes swept over his obviously rising and falling chest and his subconsciously curled fingers, and he immediately understood that this was a reaction only after being poked in the heart.

Could it be that there is someone he loves in the nephrite building?

Realizing this possibility, Jiang Fusang was determined, his eyes turned, and he began to talk to Xiao Yuandu about all kinds of pleasures more and more enthusiastically.

Seeing Xiao Yuandu's face getting colder and colder, and his expression gradually turning sinister, Jiang Fusang almost couldn't help but smile.

"My husband, have you ever been to Huanlou in the Southland? Compared to the Northland, it is probably more like an ecstasy cave. In the attic built near the water, travelers passing by by boat can look up and see the swaggering red sleeves all over the building.

, those prostitutes often only wear a layer of gauze, which can barely cover their bodies. No matter you are a prince or a peddler, as long as you come with money, you will always be a customer. "

As she said these words, it seemed as if there was a hand with long nails that kept digging into her heart. It didn't hurt and the sound stopped being harsh.

The more this happened, the brighter Jiang Fusang's smile became.

"Master, do you know what those literati and poets think of them? A pair of jade arms, a pillow for thousands of people, and a bit of red lips, for thousands of people. It's true, they won't refuse anyone who comes, because if they refuse, there will be no food. Look,

How despicable the lives of these people are, sometimes they are only worth a bowl of rice. Even a piece of moldy pancake can make them look like dogs——"

"That's enough!" Xiao Yuandu couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the cases between the two of them with one palm.

With a click, several cases split open.

Jiang Fusang seemed to be frightened, his eyes widened with fear: "Why is my husband so angry?"

Xiao Yuandu stared at her, his eyes so cold that it made people shiver in their hearts.

"They are humble? How are you nobler than them?"

Jiang Fusang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, as if he was extremely disdainful.

"There are differences between clouds and mud, how can we compare them?"

Xiao Yuandu's blood surged, and he looked at Jiang Fusang with cold eyes filled with incomparable disgust.

"Sir." Just at this moment, Xiutu's uneasy voice came through the door, "We're here, we're here."

"Turn around! Go home!"

Xiao Yuandu squeezed out this sentence through his teeth, still staring at Jiang Fusang with a sinister look on his face.

Jiang Fusang was a little surprised. Under his contempt, he slowly lowered his eyes.

On the way back home, there was no conversation.

When they arrived at the place, Xiao Yuandu jumped out of the car first and strode forward.

Jiang Fusang calmed down and followed him slowly.

Wherever they passed, the servants stopped one after another, and refused to leave even after saluting. They stood there and looked around.

Seeing that they were about to reach the courtyard where the two of them lived, Xiao Yuandu suddenly stopped and turned around, the angry look just now no longer visible on his face.

Jiang Fusang also stopped, one step away from him.

Xiao Yuandu glanced at the wheezing and panting Acorus rushing this way and the concubine beside Mrs. Tong in the distance, and took a step towards Jiang Fusang.

The distance between the two people suddenly narrowed.

This Jiang Fusang has experience and is relatively calm: "Master husband, how can-"

The next moment, Xiao Yuandu suddenly leaned forward and took her waist.

Jiang Fusang lost his composure now and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but resisted and did not make a move.

His eyes were lowered, his curled eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he pretended to be shy and reminded: "Master, this is outside..."

Although she disguised herself very well, the forbearance in her eyes was still clearly visible to Xiao Yuandu.

So he pushed harder and harder, not only did he not loosen him, but he hugged her tighter.

At the same time, the other hand lifted her chin frivolously.

"It is said that women from the South have the most slender waists... As expected, Madam's waist is three points thinner than that of Ruanyu Lou's top brand."

Chang Pu, Jia Gu and Xiutu, who were about to arrive, happened to listen to these words, and all three of them were stunned.

With the sound of "pop", the three people came back to their senses.

This time it’s amazing!

Something even more outrageous than the Fifth Young Master teasing the Young Madam happened - the Young Madam actually slapped the Fifth Young Master!

Jiang Fusang slapped Jiang Fusang so hard that his whole arm was numb.

Xiao Yuandu received a slap in the face, his left cheek immediately turned red, and a small fingerprint was faintly visible.

He touched the tip of his tongue to his cheek, tilted his head, and smiled.

His face was gloomy and dripping with water, and his eyes were filled with a dark cloud of impending rainstorm.

Jiang Fusang's heart was frightened and he subconsciously wanted to run away.

But her reason forced her to stay where she was, and said with a face of shame and anger: "It's okay if the husband doesn't like my concubine, why do you want to be so humiliating!"

Calamus finally reacted from a series of heavy blows, sprinted forward, stood between the two of them, and held Jiang Fusang in his arms: "Don't be afraid, female gentleman, as long as the maid is here, the Fifth Young Master will not dare to hit you!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jia Gu had already turned around, presumably to inform Mrs. Tong.

Xiutu also came forward, hesitatingly reminding: "Sir, this, this is the young lady..."

Xiao Yuandu, who had never been slapped in the face except Xiao Hu, never touched a finger of Jiang Fusang from beginning to end. In their accusing eyes, he seemed to have become a beast who beat his wife violently.

Xiao Yuandu really laughed now.

He stretched out his hand and nodded, burying his face on Calamus's shoulder and pointing the back of his head towards Jiang Fusang: "Jiang Qiniang, you are so cruel."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Xiutu glanced at the master and servant who were still shivering, but stopped talking.

After a long while, he sighed heavily and turned around to chase his young master.

"Don't be sad, Nujun, let's go back..." Acorus almost cried.
Chapter completed!