Mu Fusheng turned around, carefully picked the colorful ribbons that fell on Youtanhua's head one by one, and said softly: "Senior, let's go back."
He sighed softly in his heart, no longer wanting to cause trouble and make his senior unhappy.
Just as Utanhua was about to respond, a few drunken young men came over from the side, whispering happily and talking about something.
"Hehe, this time, there is a top-notch auction in Yixiangyuan."
"No, I heard that it is a beauty who is indistinguishable from male and female. The starting price is directly 100,000 taels of gold and 100 spirit stones."
"Let's go join in the fun too, it's okay to have a good time."
When Utanhua heard this, he became interested and said, "Let's go and take a look."
Mu Fusheng held his forehead and had to keep up.
The two quietly followed a few drunks to Yixiang Garden, and saw several exposed girls holding guests in front of the Yixiang Garden.
Mu Fusheng's scalp was numb when he saw it. He was about to turn around and persuade Youtanhua not to go.
I saw that Utanhua had changed his outfit, like an extremely handsome young man, with a golden crown and jade belt, holding a jade folding fan in his hand, and was handsome and handsome.
She swayed the folding fan on her chest and said, "Brother, please."
After saying that, she took a step casually and walked towards Yixiang Garden. Mu Fusheng quickly shook his head and followed.
When the girls in Yixiang Garden saw two handsome young men coming, they rushed over and held their arms affectionately.
"Second masters, please come in and ask."
"I wonder which sisters of our two masters have liked us?"
This was the first time Mu Fusheng had such contact with a woman other than Youtanhua, which made him feel uncomfortable and he couldn't help but stiffen.
But the girl did not notice Mu Fusheng's abnormality, and her fingers touched Mu Fusheng's chest even more.
Youtanhua raised his eyebrows, knocked on these restless hands with a folding fan, and said, "My brother is not a woman."
The girl was stunned, let go of her hand awkwardly, and thought to herself, "Is she actually a person with a dragon yang habit?"
Youtanhua threw down a few golden seeds and said, "Don't follow us."
The girls all dispersed in a sensible way.
Youtanhua pulled Mu Fusheng with clear goals and followed the people who had just come in. Seeing that these people were walking through a corridor and heading down the ground, she and Mu Fusheng were stopped by two servants.
The two looked them up and down, and they were obviously unrestrained, but seeing that their appearance and clothes were both good, they still said respectfully: "Two young men, please show the pass sign."
Youtanhua sneered, showing disdain.
The servant realized that something was wrong and was about to call someone, but Utanhua snapped his fingers in front of the two of them.
The two of them were in a daze, and Utanhua had already pulled Mu Fusheng through and entered the corridor.
The two servants then returned to Qingming Festival, but everything that just happened seemed to be unimpressed.
The corridor is deep and dark, and there is a large closed iron door at the end, with a spell like a ghost-like talisman.
Utanhua was about to burn the game directly, but Mu Fusheng grabbed her wrist.
"Senior, let the monk come. This is just an ordinary talisman that the monk can solve."
After saying that, Mu Fusheng stretched out his fingers and instantly lit two golden flames at his fingertips. He waved his fingers twice and brushed the iron gate. The talisman on the iron gate flashed for a moment and disappeared.
The iron door is open.
Youtanhua patted Mu Fusheng's shoulder with praise, which was quite relieved that my family had grown up.
Behind the shabby iron door is a magnificent hall, with an auction table in the hall.
There were already many people gathered under the auction table, all of whom were dressed well, and there was a beautiful concubine around him serving him to feed him.
Some people have already pressed the beautiful concubine into the corner of the wall with the dim light and put it on their hands.
Youtanhua glanced at Mu Fusheng and saw that he was looking around indifferently, and couldn't help but joke: "Little monk, don't look at him inappropriately. Why are you a Buddhist practitioner so shameless?"
But Mu Fusheng stepped forward and directly pressed Youtanhua into the corner, pressed his head against her forehead, and whispered: "Senior, someone is staring at us."
Sure enough, Utanhua noticed that in the private room on the second floor, a long Qianli tube was facing the two of them.
Youtanhua climbed up to Mu Fusheng's shoulder, kissed him fiercely, and said vaguely: "Can you pass this?"
"I don't know, let's try it." Mu Fusheng said hoarsely.
In the compartment on the second floor, the man holding the Qianli Tube smiled: "It's interesting, it's a pair of broken sleeves. How did they come in?"
The servant next to him shook his head and said, "I have asked, but I have said I have never seen them."
The man waved his hand and said with great interest: "Forget it, let's start. I think there is no one in this capital that I, Mr. Li, can't handle."