Qin Zhuo was confused, what does going to a show have to do with being handsome and upright?
Is the princess praising him? Yes? But...why should she praise him?
Qin Zhuo was still wondering, but Wen Ranran had already walked straight in. Before entering, he didn't forget to take a look at the plaque on the door, um, Yancui Tea House?
"Waiter, a pot of good jasmine slices, some snacks that children like to eat, and Dongjie Ligao Candy, help me buy one!" Wen Ranran prepared to sit down in the best private room on the second floor.
But I saw someone sitting by the window.
The man was dressed in black and looked like a dusty middle-aged hero. Compared to the amiable Du Fantian, this man felt a little more oppressive.
However, Wen Ranran, who suffers from social anxiety disorder, naturally didn't care about this and just walked over with a smile.
"Brother, I see you are here to drink tea alone. Do you mind sharing a table?"
The man turned back and saw a deep scar between his eyebrows. He took a deep look at Wen Ranran and nodded.
Wen Ranran sat down regardless of Qin Zhuo behind him who was pulling her sleeves.
The jasmine tablets came quickly. Wen Ranran poured herself a cup of tea with a smile and handed it over.
"Dare I ask my brother's name?"
"Xiao Ling."
The man did not take Ranran's tea, but just looked at the strange combination of the three people, and said with some meaning, "The girl looks young, with a peach-like face, and firm skin... She should still be unmarried, here.
It’s better to be careful in Yizhou City!”
This sounds grand, but the meaning is very simple. You are still a baby, so don't wander around casually.
To be honest, these words were said by a stranger, with the intention of teasing the girl and insulting others.
Qin Zhuo behind him immediately raised his eyebrows when he heard the insulting words: "What do you mean?!"
"Qin Zhuo!" Wen Ranran stopped Qin Zhuo.
Qin Zhuo was very angry and would never allow anyone to insult his goddess.
Wen Ranran didn't care about this and just stared at the other person. Xiao Ling's words seemed rude, but he didn't mean it. Combined with what he saw along the way, Wen Ranran just felt that something was wrong.
The ugly tea girl in Yizhou City, the girl Xuan'er who went to perform tea art in the brothel, the obscene smile on the uncle's face, and this person reminded her not to wander around before she was married if she was good-looking...
Everything before her eyes seemed like a mystery, but Wen Ranran had a vague feeling that there must be a shocking secret behind this mystery.
Waves of cheers came from the Yancui Building opposite, along with waves of teasing, reaching Wen Ranran's eardrums.
Not long after, Cheng Fenglou came back panting, with a bit of anger on his face.
"What's wrong?" Wen Ranran looked at Cheng Fenglou and knew that he must have seen something.
Cheng Fenglou pursed his lips and looked extremely ugly. He glanced at Xiao Ling and stopped talking.
Wen Ranran waved her hand and said, "To put it bluntly, this eldest brother is used to the world and is not an outsider."
Cheng Fenglou gasped, with anger still on his brows.
"Yancui House is not a brothel, it is a tea house, but they have a group of tea masters. Those tea masters actually use... to bake tea with their chests..."
Wen Ranran was stunned, how could this happen?
Even in brothels of all sizes across the country, she has seen them, and the erotic dances are already nonsense... This, this, this... there are still people using the guise of teahouses to act like brothels?