"Uncle Wuyou, are you here again?" The feminine man walked up to Zhao Wuyou and greeted Zhao Wuyou very affectionately.
"Well, Mu Lu, you seem to be surprised." Zhao Wuyou smiled at the feminine appearance in front of him, but it always seemed a bit hard to see through.
Mu Lu nodded, patted his chest fearfully, and said softly:
"Uncle, someone from the Yulin Guard called for you last night. Please tell me whether I am afraid."
Zhao Wuyou smiled and said nothing, and then looked at the guests coming and going. He liked the excitement, but he didn't like to be disturbed when he was sleeping.
"Is there a quiet place here where no one will disturb me, where I can have a good time?"
Mu Lu nodded quickly, greeting guests with great enthusiasm, and said hurriedly:
"Girl Thrush has her own floor. You can also have your own floor, but, it's just..."
He smiled charmingly, which made Zhao Wuyou feel a little funny. He was obviously doing such a business with the door open, but he was still so reserved when asking for money.
Taking out ten thousand taels of silver, Zhao Wuyou said to Mu Lu, whose eyes were a little bright:
"Can these ten thousand taels cover a whole floor? How many days can it cover?"
"You are an old customer. How about I give you two days?" Mu Lu asked cautiously. His eyes were watery, which made Zhao Wuyou always feel that this person's orientation was unclear.
"Okay, ten days are guaranteed. Take good care of me during these ten days and don't let other people disturb me." Zhao Wuyou said and walked upstairs. The noise below made him a little bored.
"Then do you want it today?" Mu Lu lowered his head and said with a smile.
"The best wine, the best food, the most beautiful girl."
"Okay." Mu Lu put away the money and led Zhao Wuyou upstairs with a flattering look. During the process, he told his men to get Zhao Wuyou bath water and find a bigger one.
Bath tub.
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In the bathtub, Zhao Wuyou wiped the sweat from his forehead, while the woman on one side rubbed his back thoughtfully, while the one on the other side was responsible for feeding him.
"Singing over wine, what's life like?..." After taking a bath, Zhao Wuyou was so poetic that he needed pen and ink to write out Cao Mengde's short songs in an eloquent way.
Looking at the charming woman playing the pipa next to him, Zhao Wuyou sneered at himself: "I didn't have Meng De's life, but now I have Meng De's disease."
The two women were extremely happy when they saw Zhao Wuyou's handsome appearance. He was so remote and talented, so they were even more happy. They spent the whole night riding in front of and behind the saddle, enjoying themselves beyond measure.
Zhao Wuyou downstairs was happy, but his Huamei upstairs was suffering from insomnia. From time to time, he heard the sound of playing in the water below, which made the usually expressionless Huamei's pretty face turn red, and he spat softly:
"Shameless scum."
Zhao Wuyou had a good sleep without being disturbed all day. When he woke up the next day, he kicked the woman out and continued to practice the "Supreme Tao Sutra" silently.
As he comprehended the Supreme Tao Sutra, those insights turned into a stream of warm currents, passing through his internal organs and all converging on his Dantian. The energy Zhao Wuyou consumed was quickly replenished and filled.
"It's time to plan for your future and ensure that your life as a playboy can continue in the future. Otherwise, you have to do everything by yourself now. You're not like the boss, but more like the sixth child."
Zhao Wuyou hid in the room and carefully planned his life. After thinking about it, he still felt that it would be easier to do his old job, suppressing bullies and taking advantage of others. Thinking about it made people feel excited.
All noble children of the Fengming Empire need to study in the Fengming Sect. Only those who are top-notch and out of touch with the world can become the true core disciples. When the Fengming Empire is in danger of overthrowing, the Fengming Sect will save the building.
pour.
However, although there are some ordinary people who go to school to serve as officials, there are not many of them. Under such an environment, Zhao Wuyou has further strengthened his determination to dominate and become a big boss.
In the afternoon, Zhao Wuyou, who was on an inspection mission, found Mu Lu, who was in charge of serving him, and asked him what the three religions and nine schools of the Fengming Empire did.
"The Dragon Crossing the River only exists in movies. Those who really have a big picture must make plans before taking action." After Zhao Wuyou determined the various rules and regulations of the Fengming Empire, he decided to conduct an on-the-spot investigation.
, determine your own breakthrough point.
He came to the water transport terminal in the capital alone. The ships coming and going here supported the various needs of the capital and also nourished a large number of people from all walks of life who relied on the dock to make a living. Here, it was easiest to understand the various forces in the capital.
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While Zhao Wuyou was drinking tea at the tea stall next to the pier, he noticed a rather low-key boat docking. But strangely, such a small boat attracted a lot of people. Obviously, the things on this boat were unusual. Zhao Wuyou
Looking at it with high spirits and worry, it seems that when I see these people, I see the green years of my previous struggle.
From afternoon to evening, Zhao Wuyou watched at the pier for several hours. He felt that these businesses were not difficult and he could participate in them, but he lacked a suitable breakthrough point.
He ended his day's observation and walked back to Wanhua Building to continue resting, but he didn't know that he was also being observed.
"Princess, Zhao Wuyou came out of Wanhua Tower this afternoon and sat at the pier in the capital, staring at the passing ships. It was not until just now that he got up and returned to Wanhua Tower."
After the guard finished his report, Feng Yuxue waved his hand to let him go down, but in his hand was the poem written by Zhao Wuyou last night.
"Continue to keep an eye on him. If there is any abnormality, report it to me." Feng Yuxue explained.
It wasn't until the guard left the room and Feng Yuxue was left alone that she lowered her head and said silently with a blushing face:
"Sooner or later, I will ask you to crawl at my feet and regret having offended me."
In another room, Zhao Wuyou was playing in the world without being affected by anyone at all. He even made noise on purpose just to upset the thrush girl upstairs.
Listening to the voice coming from downstairs, Huamei looked at the maids standing in front of her and asked:
"You have been in the capital for so long, have you ever seen such a shameless person?"
The maids all blushed with embarrassment. They had never heard of such a fight before. Only the painting girl who had the least favorable impression of Zhao Wuyou stepped forward and said to Huamei with a blushing face:
"Master, how about we take action to deal with this dandy and make him disappear from the capital without a trace?"
The scholar standing next to the painter looked at the painter in disbelief, lowered her head, and played with the corners of her clothes with her little hands. After struggling for a while, the scholar stepped forward and said to the painter:
"Master, this man belongs to the Duke of Zhen. Although we have lost contact with him, he is still valuable to us. Do you think you can save his life so that he can be of great use in the future?"
How could Huamei not understand the scholar's thoughts, but she didn't point out anything, she just looked at the scholar ambiguously, until she lowered her head shyly, she shook her head proudly.
"Let's keep this person for now. He may actually be of some use in the future. But I need to warn him and let him calm down for me at night." Huamei's ears turned a little red when he said this. After all, in this world
There are not many people who can be as thick-skinned as Zhao Wuyou.
The painting girl took the initiative to assume such a responsibility. She walked downstairs with a serious face and knocked on Zhao Wuyou's door.
The woman who opened the door was the woman Zhao Wuyou called to play the pipa. When she saw the painting girl, she looked surprised and said with a smile:
"Girl Painting Girl, why are you here? Are you looking for Mr. Wuyou for something?"
"Yes, Thrush Girl is taking a rest upstairs. Please keep your voice down and don't disturb her. If Thrush Girl gets angry, we're all afraid that our faces will look bad."
After the painting girl finished speaking, she turned around and left without looking back. Her bossy look was disgusting, but the pipa girl also knew that Huamei was not easy to mess with, so she walked to the bed and told Zhao Wuyou, who was listening to the music, what she had just painted.
Female confession.
"Hmph, is this Wanhua Tower her eyebrow-throwing business?" Zhao Wuyou frowned and snorted coldly, then said to the girl beside him:
"Don't worry about them. I've been tired for a day. Can't I enjoy myself? Let's continue playing music and dancing..." This chapter has been completed!