After Mr. Yang said this, Han Jian remembered that he was a "palace man" and had the confidence to be unafraid. Han Jian said: "Go away. Go to Qingyuefang and try not to provoke irrelevant people."

"Okay." Sima got up, went to pay the tea money first, and made some reservations from the side.

The group left the teahouse and was about to go to Qingyuefang. Han Jian saw that Wen'er was wearing women's clothing and it was inconvenient to go to Qingyuefang, but he always brought Wen'er wherever he went. So Han Jian first found a garment store nearby and bought a dress for Wen'er to change it. In a blink of an eye, Wen'er also became a handsome young man with a swaying manner, but he was a little short.

"Okay, let's go." Han Jian said, "I remember we went there this time just to see and don't think of anything messy."

Sima Yi smiled badly on his face, Ruan Ping was confused when he heard it, and Wen'er looked at Han Jian, but she didn't understand what Han Jian was saying. Young Master Yang didn't speak, and seemed to be a "experienced person", and his expression was as if he was right.

The group rushed to Qingyuefang. However, they saw two-story building in Qingyuefang, with lights and decorations so lively. Several turtle men stood in the direction of the door, checking the guests' "invitations" one by one. If the guests wanted to enter the door, they had to pay a two tael of silver per person. This was also the money for tea and snacks. These would not be collected separately after entering the door. As for which girl's room to enter and then something happens to be destined, the cost and rewards are calculated separately.

"Mr. Yang, you treat me today, right?" Sima Yi looked at Mr. Yang and asked.

"This is natural." Young Master Yang took out the invitation from his arms, then took out ten taels of silver as the fee for a group of five people to enter the door. As for the guards of the Dongwang Mansion, Han Jian asked them to wait in a restaurant opposite Qingyuefang. Han Jian felt that it was inappropriate to go out for a kiln and bring a large group of followers.

When he arrived at the door, he was about to pay the money to enter, but Mr. Gui stopped several people: "Several young men, wait a moment."

Sima Yi stared at the turtle man, shouting in a bad tone: "Why, don't you let me in?"

Mr. Gui was in his twenties and said with a vulgar smile: "You... you..., five people in for an invitation, are afraid that it is not suitable."

After he said this, Han Jian noticed that other guests had one or two invitations, and at most three people were in. It might be that Mr. Gui thought they were a group player and wanted to save money. After all, invitations also have their potential value. Maybe Qingyuefang also sold some in order to attract guests who did not have invitations.

Han Jian stopped Sima Yi, who was looking for trouble, and asked, "What do you want us?"

Gui Gong smiled and said, "It's better for a few of you to write a poem by one person. The villain would like to invite you in here."

Han Jian frowned. If you want to visit the kiln, you have to write poetry first? What is the rule?

"We can't write poetry, but the money is a bit. We will pay one or two more silver. Can we get in?" Han Jian said.

The turtle man smiled brightly and said, "Since that's the case, it's OK, it's OK."

Han Jian asked Sima to pay the money. Sima had a bad attitude and took out five taels of silver from his arms and threw it over. The Turtle Master smiled and asked them to come in. After Han Jian and his party entered, the Turtle Master said disdainfully: "Give you a chance to have a kiss with Miss Xiliu. Don't want it, it's a good deal for me." After changing hands, the Turtle Master stuffed the five taels of silver into his arms.

When Han Jian and his party came in, they saw that the place inside was not very big, at least it could not be compared with the Cuiyang Tower where the Pan Fuzi Qin Club was held last night. The straight staircase facing the main entrance was a small wooden platform under the staircase, which might be the place for today's performance.

Han Jian thought, after all, the fireworks place here, the guests focus on "inner" things. As for places outside the room, there are few activities, and it is not surprising that the place is not spacious.

Originally, several people wanted to go upstairs, but the second floor was high and could see clearly. But at this time, the upper floor was basically full of guests, and girls were radiant in the bright lights and wine to attract customers. Han Jian looked at it, but could only find a corner on the first floor. Although the place was a bit remote and far from the wooden platform, his vision was very good. After a while, Miss Xiliu came out to see the whole picture.

The four of them sat down at a small table, while Wen'er stood behind Han Jian. Sima Yi saw that there was only a plate of dry wrinkled snacks on the table and a teapot. The tea was still cold. He said dissatisfied: "Just this treatment, there is still a fee for entering the door? In our Jiangdu, three taels of silver can spend the night with a red card girl. Qingyuefang is really famous."

"This is a big dealer who bullies customers. They are just making money from foreign tourists like us. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten." Han Jian said with a smile, and suddenly looked at Sima Jie, "Which girl do you spend the night with?"

"Hehe." Sima Yi curled his lips and smiled embarrassedly, "I just heard, I heard. You don't have to look at me like this."

Han Jian ignored him and glanced up and down Qingyuefang, trying to find out the locations of the Southern Qi people, but he looked around and couldn't find the figures of the Southern Qi people. At this moment, two turtle men came over, one was holding a pen and a booklet in his hand, while the other turtle men was holding a bamboo stick on the top, as if registering for someone.

"People, please get your number sign!" Gui Gong came over and handed over five bamboo sticks with a smile. Han Jian frowned and looked at his bamboo sticks, and wrote a number with a red pen on it, "One Hundred and Thirty-Five". Looking at Sima Jie and others, they were connected numbers.

"What does it mean?" Han Jian asked, "Release-draw?"

The smile on the Turtle Man's face froze, probably thinking about what Han Jian said about "lottery", but he obviously didn't understand it, so he smiled again on his face.

"That's right, Miss Xiliu will also look for a person who is in public today. Yes, a person who is close to her. Miss Xiliu also said that if she can't find a person who is close to her, she will not disappoint the guests present. She will choose a number and go to Wushan with those who are destined, uh, to go to Wushan. You may even be the person who is destined to be a destined person?"

Sima Yi blinked and asked, "Don't you need to spend more money?"

Gui Gong smiled and said, "I said it was a destined person, how could I check in more cash?"

Han Jian thought about it and thought that there were still many tricks in Qingyuefang. The bamboo signs were almost finished when they issued them. In other words, the customers today were only more than 100 or less. According to the entrance fee of a customer for two taels of silver, the total was only 3400 taels, and the money left was not much. A top girl who is famous in Xidu not much was charged for two or three hundred taels of silver overnight.

Han Jian asked Sima Yi: "This Miss Xiliu is a pure servant?"

Ruan Ping immediately interrupted and asked, "What is a Qing Gong?"

When Ruan Ping encounters knowledge that is not in the book, he never shames himself to ask. Of course, neither Han Jian nor Sima Zhi will answer him.

Sima Yi pretended that he hadn't heard Ruan Ping's words, and thought for a while and said, "It's hard to say it. I'm also heard from you. I'm afraid you'll have to try this before you know it. Mr. Yang, do you know?"

Young Master Yang shook his head helplessly, saying that he didn't know either.
Chapter completed!