Under the setting sun, Zhao Yuan, with his long hair tied up and a Confucian scarf on his head, his strong body covered by a gray robe, looks like a complete scholar.
Zhao Yuan had a literati temperament in his heart. Whenever he needed to disguise his identity, he would just put on a set of Confucian scholar's clothes, and that sturdy aura would disappear immediately, and he would be transformed into a suave literati.
Of course, if you look closely, there is still a trace of wildness between Zhao Yuan's eyebrows.
Under the fiery red sunset, Zhao Yuan raised his small black sword and flew at a low altitude, and soon arrived at the imperial capital dozens of miles away.
The imperial capital is the most beautiful at dusk, when the setting sun melts gold, the sunset is brilliant, the sky is as crimson as blood, and the beauty is as dazzling as a fairyland in a fairyland.
At this time, the gates of the imperial capital were not closed, and the majestic and simple city walls looked increasingly thick and dangerous under the setting sun...
Zhao Yuan pressed the flying sword and followed a pair of businessmen into the capital of the Qin Empire.
Zhao Yuan was no stranger to the Imperial Capital. When he was only a teenager, he had been to the Imperial Capital with his father, which could be regarded as a revisit to his old place.
Of course, Zhao Yuan was still young at that time and was not very impressed by the imperial capital.
It was also that time that he saw He Ling.
If nothing happens to the Zhao family, He Ling would have become his wife at this moment.
Time is like a river, and the past is long.
Zhao Yuan was walking alone on the busy street, feeling mixed emotions for a moment.
Life is always influenced by a strange force.
All this time, Zhao Yuan deliberately did not think about the He family, but there seemed to be God's will in the dark. When he was in Wanjiadongyuan, Zhao Yuan got to know Youlan from Xujiaqiao Baihua Building, and Youlan, she left Wanjia.
When we were at Jiadongyuan, our destination was the world-famous Baihua Tower.
When Zhao Yuan and Ming Ri Mingyue agreed on the meeting place, the name Baihua Building blurted out from Zhao Yuan's mouth.
What made Zhao Yuan even more unexpected was that the cuckoo that the wolf demon was talking about was actually in Baihua Tower.
It seems that Baihua Tower has become an unavoidable place in Zhao Yuan's life.
Thinking of Baihua Tower, Zhao Yuan felt a sense of expectation for some reason.
How is Orchid?
In Zhao Yuan's opinion, Youlan is a strange woman, not only versatile, but also has thoughts that ordinary people don't have.
Thinking of Youlan, Zhao Yuan's face couldn't help but heat up. This time, is there still a chance to renew their relationship?
There is definitely no chance...
Immediately, a wry smile appeared on Zhao Yuan's face. He thought of the twin nuns from Ming Ri Mingyue. If nothing else happened, they should be waiting for him at Baihua Tower at this time.
Zhao Yuan felt dizzy when he thought of those two nuns who always looked so sneaky.
There are many things about the two nuns in Zhao Yuan's memory fragments, but Zhao Yuan cannot connect those broken memories together, and he is still unable to determine the specific relationship between him and the two nuns.
Are they really his two wives?
Zhao Yuan shook his head subconsciously, his intuition telling him that Ming Ri Mingyue should not be his wife, because his fiancée was He Ling, the daughter of He Zixiong, the owner of Wanhua Building.
The two twin sisters Ming Ri Mingyue naturally did not expect that Zhao Yuan was piecing together those broken memories. Although many fragments were incoherent, with Zhao Yuan's IQ, who had understood the realm of "wisdom heart", he could draw inferences about other cases from one instance.
It is easy to draw some results. After all, he has not completely lost his memory.
In this patchwork, Zhao Yuan discovered that the girl "Wan Ling'er" appeared most often. In fact, Zhao Yuan did not even know the appearance of this girl...
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I wandered on the street and thought about it, and soon I arrived at Baihua Tower.
At this time, night had fallen in the imperial capital.
The majestic Baihua Tower is still towering, and you can see the splendid pavilions and pavilions from hundreds of feet away.
When we were still a hundred feet away from Baihua Tower, there were some luxurious carriages parked on both sides of the street, and some horsemen in fine uniforms gathered together to talk arrogantly.
Arrive at the entrance of Baihua Building.
Looking at the two rows of black-clothed men on both sides of Baihua Tower like iron towers, Zhao Yuan couldn't help but be stunned. In his memory, Baihua Tower was not so strict.
Perhaps, times have changed, and the management of Baihua Building has also changed.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan felt relieved. After all, the last time he came to Baihua Building was more than ten years ago.
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan thought of a problem. Baihua Tower did not accept female guests.
Looking at this situation, it is impossible for Ming Ri Mingyue to sneak into Baihua Tower, so where will they wait for him?
Zhao Yuan, who was originally about to walk into Baihua Building, hesitated for a moment, raised his eyes and looked around, but there was no sign of Ming Ri Mingyue.
Perhaps, they have a way to enter Baihua Tower.
"Does this young master know anyone?" A tall man in black with a cold face saw Zhao Yuan standing at the door and strode up to Zhao Yuan and asked.
"Youlan." Zhao Yuan blurted out.
"Youlan?" The big man was stunned, with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Is there a problem?" Zhao Yuan said calmly.
"please!"
The big man in black looked at Zhao Yuan's back as he walked into the Baihua Building. He was in a daze for a while. He originally planned to ask the young man's identity, but the young man's gestures and gestures showed a certain demeanor and majesty, which made him give up the idea.
When Zhao Yuan entered Baihua Tower, the big man in black still looked dull. Obviously, he himself couldn't figure out why he was photographed by a scholar.
The current Zhao Yuan is no longer the Zhao Yuan who used to hide around like a lost dog. He not only crawled around in the rivers and lakes and licked the blood with the blade of a knife, but also fought through mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Blackwater City.
The original hostility was enhanced by the intimidating aura of a strong man.
After entering Baihua Building, Zhao Yuan was immediately greeted by a very beautiful madam.
The Madam of Baihualou is not comparable to other brothel owners. Not only does she have extremely high requirements for words and looks, but she also has extremely high requirements for appearance.
Moreover, Baihualou is different from other brothels in that there are more than a dozen bustards, each with its own customer base.
In fact, many of the madams are good girls from Baihualou. Not only are they well-educated, but they are also able to understand the thoughts of their customers.
"Young master is very handsome, he doesn't look like someone from the imperial capital. I wonder if there is a girl I know well?" The Madam brought Zhao Yuan into a large and magnificent living room.
This living room is extremely luxurious, with a blue circular dome. There is no oil lamp on the top, but it is dotted with countless crystal stones, just like countless stars. Among them, there are actually a few top-quality crystal stones dotted in it.
Although the living room is huge, everything is extraordinary.
Between the tables and chairs, there are some four treasures of the study, and some literati are dancing. Behind a vague curtain, there is a graceful woman playing the guzheng. The melodious music is like slow flowing water, which is very exciting.
Intoxicated...
Exquisite silver candlesticks, exquisitely carved chairs, thick velvet blankets, and tea sets that look like works of art. In some corners, there are also some ingenious potted plants, forming a large hall with small ones.
local space.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the people.
In Baihua House, even the maids who serve tea and pour water can be described as the beauty and fragrance of the country.
In the hall, there are dozens of tables and chairs, all of which are waiting guests. Judging from the luxurious clothes and arrogant expressions of the guests, they are all rich or high-ranking officials.
There were a lot of people waiting, but the environment was not noisy, and the lingering mist and scent of tea gave people the illusion of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.
Of course, this hall is not only used for waiting, but many people also like to spend time in the hall. It is an important social place in itself, and some literati also like to dance and write here.
"I...I'm looking for Du...looking for Youlan." Zhao Yuan said Youlan's name out of nowhere.
"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, Youlan has a guest today, why not..."
"Go tell her that Zhao Yuan is here." Zhao Yuan took out an ordinary magic core and threw it on the coffee table, saying calmly.
"This... this is really embarrassing for the slave family..." The old bustard swallowed and stared at the magic core on the coffee table with a pair of greedy eyes. This magic core is hard currency and is worth at least 10,000 imperial coins.
"Go!" Zhao Yuan threw two more ordinary magic cores.
"Ah..." The madam looked blank.
The madams at Baihualou have all seen the world, and they have seen many high-rollers who spend a lot of money, but this is the first time that they see someone like Zhao Yuan who readily rewards them with magic cores.
In the Qin Empire, imperial coins were legal tender, and precious metals such as gold and silver could also be used as currency, but they were mostly used as a store of value.
Magic core is a rather special commodity. In addition to cultivators who need magic core to practice, there are also many rich people in the secular world who purchase magic core for decoration and lighting purposes.
If an ordinary family has a spar for lighting, it means that they will not have to buy candles and lamp oil for the rest of their lives. However, the value of the lowest quality spar is more than 2,000 yuan, which a poor family cannot even think about.
Dare to think.
Most of the ordinary magic cores in the Black Forest are sold to the Imperial City.
Zhao Yuan's three magic cores, also known as crystal stones, are in good condition and are worth at least 30,000 imperial coins in the imperial capital. This is undoubtedly a huge temptation for an old bustard.
"It's really... it can't be done..." A wry smile appeared at the corner of the old bustard's mouth. Based on her years of experience in the industry, she has long known that money is not so easy to make. In fact, what the madams are most afraid of is mishandling their money.
It is often difficult to meet the demands of high-profile guests. If you serve them well, everyone will be happy. If you serve them poorly, you will often get killed.
"It doesn't matter if Youlan sees you or not, you just need to tell her that Zhao Yuan is here."
"Tell her that you are here and these three crystals are mine?" the madam said with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Yes." Zhao Yuan picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Sir, wait a moment." The old bustard controlled his excitement and said happily.
"Go ahead."
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Youlan was wearing a light green dress and a pair of pure white catkins, and was playing with the tea set. Opposite her, sitting was a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, who was not angry and proud.
The middle-aged man said nothing, quietly admiring Youlan's light tea-making technique, with a trace of warmth in his eyes.
The room is antique inside.
It is subtle and elegant, with the spiritual connotation of the Qin people, and is decorated with the Four Treasures of the Study, calligraphy, painting, porcelain, etc.; under the bright moonlight, the garden outside the window is full of poetry and painting, with mountains, rocks, bamboos, trees, flowing water and winding bridges to express the elegant and elegant feelings of the scholars.
The water in the charcoal stove is boiling, and Youlan is cleaning the tea set and washing the tea. Her movements are smooth but meticulous. Her concentration is fascinating.
"It's time for you to go back." Youlan poured tea for the middle-aged man.
"Why do you urge me to leave every time I come here?" the middle-aged man frowned.
"The slave family is a ruined body, it is not worth your time to spend here." You Lan said lightly.
"I like staying here." The middle-aged man took a sip of tea.
Youlan didn't speak, she just drank tea quietly and occasionally poured tea. The middle-aged man seemed to be used to Youlan's silence and drank tea quietly. The room seemed extremely quiet and peaceful.
"When can I stay overnight?" After a long time, the middle-aged man suddenly asked.
"You can do it at any time." Youlan smiled lightly.
"You understand what I mean." The middle-aged man showed a trace of displeasure, and his frown was full of supreme majesty, which was intimidating.
"There are few people in the world who can refuse you. If you want to stay, just stay. Why do you need me to say anything to persuade you to stay?" Youlan sighed.
"It is precisely because no one in the world can refuse me, so I hope that the people I like can take the initiative to keep me."
"Although the slave family has long been in ruins, when the slave family came to Baihualou, they had already made up their minds not to sell their skills but their lives."
The middle-aged man gently placed the teacup in his hand on the coffee table, and there was a long silence.
The atmosphere is inexplicably depressing and heavy...
PS: I have a bad cold and a splitting headache. Sorry, there is only this chapter today.