In the water pavilions by the river, the ships passing by are moored here.

All those who came down from Linlanghua Boat were famous gentry from major cities and counties in Nanxiangzhou.

What greeted them was naturally the shiny and graceful fireworks women. They were crowded by the fences of the pavilions, and soft words kept coming from above, mixed with the hearty laughter of the "gentlemen" and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Song Zhi has never seen such a scene. Although he has seen it in some cough novels, as a socialist youth, he is still a little shy when he is watched by so many cool big sisters.

Looking at Zhu Wushi's back, Song Zhi sighed.

After spending a while together, he saw that this guy seemed to be uninterested in women at all. He spent most of his time pretending to be cold, except when he was hitting himself.

So I will definitely not go to such a place.

"When will I be free to give me back..."

Song Zhi sighed in a low voice.

After passing through these smoke and willow lands, Song Zhi continued to follow Zhu Wushi and soon saw a graceful building in the distance. Without asking, there were already people around him pointing at the place where they beg Huamanlou.

As she walked, Song Zhi slowly realized something was wrong. The people around him became more and more dense, and even crowded so much that he needed to hide himself to avoid bumping into him.

I specially observed the crowd, all of which were wealthy businessmen in the city like Boss Liu, or guests from other places in China. The crowds were crowded together and slowly moved forward. This feeling...

It seems like a queue.

Song Zhi was not tall and could not see the situation ahead clearly, so he had to pull Raju Wushi and ask:

"Mr. Zhu, are there many people in front of you?"

Zhu Wushi tiptoed, crossed the head and looked forward, then nodded: "Yes, there are many people, it takes a long time to stand."

Song Zhi did not ask, his stomach was empty at this time. The closer he was to the food, the more hungry he felt in his abdomen. He felt uncomfortable at the moment, so he had to bend down slightly to relieve dry retching.

"Hey, the girl has such a erect buttocks, why did she suddenly hit me?"

But as soon as he bent down, a man wearing a sable fur behind him immediately whistled and spoke playful words.

Song Zhi's first reaction was that he hurriedly touched his face. After confirming that the mask was well worn, he frowned. He was obviously very small and had not been touched by anyone, so what was this person doing?

And this can also be considered... Do you have some insight?

All the old clients were present. Even though Song Zhi's face was tightly covered, he was still too delicate in terms of figure and looked like a woman. Some people have started to make excuses.

Song Zhi was a little angry and wanted to draw his sword immediately to teach the man a lesson, but now he was so hungry that he was sweating profusely, it was not the time to cause trouble...

In the end, Song Zhi decided to swallow this temporarily and slowly straighten up.

The man wanted to make a few jokes, but a chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to his head, which made him, who had never practiced martial arts, feel what murderous aura was, and his words to his mouth instantly became stuttering.

Song Zhizheng looked at him angrily, but the man didn't look at Song Zhi at all, because there were a pair of narrowed light golden pupils staring at him coldly. The coldness just now instantly turned into roasting, and he seemed to be thrown into the stove from an ice cellar, which was unbearable.

"Ah, ah!"

The man hurriedly took off his fur coat and slapped his body as if on fire, causing everyone to burst into laughter, thinking that he was playing tricks.

Only this man understood that he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended, so he nodded three times at Zhu Wushi, and hurriedly pulled the female companion next to him and turned around and left.

Song Zhi was confused and thought he had suppressed the man. He was just a little happy, but when he looked back, he found that Zhu Wushi was still smiling and looking at him like a show. Song Zhi was immediately angry.

You guys know how bad it is to watch the show.

As the entrance to Huaman Building was getting closer and closer, Song Zhi saw that the drunkards came out from inside were all drunken drinkers, all kinds of women and even men... Some of the bosses who were drunk were even starting to be elegant in the street, which made Song Zhi stunned.

Is this too open!?

This feeling is like traveling through time to the hard drive of your previous life.

Looking further forward, the scene inside the building was even more shocking. The red columns reflected the colorful lights, and under the crimson was a wide hall, with singers dancing lightly on it, and individual guests looking for flowers and willows everywhere.

"Huamanlou is worthy of being a famous brothel in the city that never sleeps. Uncle, you are so experienced, slap."

"If you hadn't brought you kid, your aunt wouldn't have let me come, haha."

Song Zhi listened to the words of everyone in his ears, and his guess was immediately confirmed.

Brothel? Is it really a brothel?

Rubbing my eyes and looking at the front of me again, um...yes, what is this decoration not a brothel?

Song Zhi suddenly felt fooled by Lao Wang. It was really a ghost to make such a place that could make amazing food. He immediately cut his interest in half and he couldn't walk anymore.

"kindness?"

When Zhu Wushi saw that Song Zhi was not leaving, he stopped and looked in confusion.

"Forget it, let's find a tavern to eat and drink."

Song Zhi supported his knees with both hands and said listlessly.

Although he was curious about what would happen if he entered the brothel, now that he really came to the door, he found that he had no energy or interest to deal with these bright lights and wine. Moreover, he really couldn't eat in such a noisy and luxurious environment.

Seeing Song Zhi's tired look, Zhu Wushi slowly walked to Song Zhi's side, looked at the riverside, and suddenly said: "Actually, if you really want to eat Huadiao Fish, I know a much better location than here."

Song Zhi raised his eyes, opened his thin lips slightly and wanted to speak, and looked at Zhu Wushi complainingly. It was not that he didn't believe it, but...

You'll die if you say it earlier.

The two bypassed the crowded Huamanlou from the side, turned away from the dock, and walked towards the gorgeous blue river under the glow of Jade Pearl.

The more you go in this direction, the harder the lights in the city are to shine. But on the contrary, the blue light curtain in the sky pours down, echoing the clear Nanxiang River, adding a mysterious romance.

The river breeze blows by, and the golden phoenixes on the shore live in the spring trees sway in the wind, and the rustling sounds like silver bells playing music, making Song Zhi feel like he has come to a magical scene.

It's like walking into CG from the hard drive.

Zhu Wushi walked in front, raised his arm and stroked the evergreen leaves of the spring tree. He turned his head to look at the undulating river surface. His eyebrows were slightly frowned and he was slightly silent, like a deep painting.

Song Zhi also learned to raise his hand, but he couldn't even touch a P, so he had to put it down and pretend that nothing happened.

As we drifted farther and farther away, a loft with only a little light appeared slowly in front of the two of them. It stood in the river, but it had an unspeakable sense of harmony.

Even laymen like Song Zhi would sincerely lament that the person who built this attic must be a master.

"arrive."

Zhu Wushi whispered, and regardless of whether Song Zhi agreed or not, he raised his foot and walked towards the corridor.

There is a winding wooden corridor in the middle of the river bank and the attic. Below the wooden corridor is the fluorescent river water, and the evaporated mist surrounds the surroundings, as if in a fairyland.

Compared to the crowded avenue in front of Huaman Building, there are only two or three guests on the wooden corridor. Song Zhi can see through the system that most of them are monks and have a good identity.

Passing through the river corridor, Zhu Wushi and Song Zhi finally arrived at the bottom of the attic. In front of the door were two beautiful women, light makeup and simple carving tea baskets without any dust.

"Yuanqing Teahouse..."

Song Zhi silently recited the name of the plaque and looked around. The incense burner in front of the courtyard was swaying incense. The two maids even saw that they had not moved. This place was obviously not an ordinary place.

Zhu Wushi stepped forward and shook the demon hunting token on his waist. Only then did one of the maids' expressions change slightly and he politely welcomed the two of them in.

The loft is divided into seven floors, and the usual guests will only be received on the three floors below.

And at this time...

The highest seventh floor has lights and candles moving slightly.
Chapter completed!