She had an old sweetheart at Wanhualou, the number one brothel in the capital, who was the number one courtesan in the capital. As soon as she entered the door, the old madam greeted her warmly, "Hey, Mr. Yan, we haven't seen you for so long. We, Miss Qiuyue, miss you so much."
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Yan Xiaoyu put on a smile and said, "Mom, where is Qiuyue? I want to see her."
The madam patted Yan Xiaoyu's cheek and said, "Good boy, Qiuyue has a guest now, please wait below..."
Yan Xiaoyu wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction and wanted to rush upstairs, but was caught by Aya and the Madam. Aya glared at her and warned her not to cause trouble. Didn't she fight too many times in this brothel? Every time she was jealous,
I almost got into trouble with the Yamen several times.
The madam had a grimace on her face, "Master Yan, please spare our Wanhua Building. After being smashed by you a few times, I will close down."
When the madam saw Yan Xiaoyu's sculpted face, she couldn't be fierce anyway. If she were anyone else, she would have been thrown out by the thugs.
Yan Xiaoyu pushed the madam and Aya away and smiled flatteringly, "Don't worry, I just went to see how Sister Qiuyue received the guests. I will never fight!"
Seeing her swearing, the madam let go of her hand and said, "Don't scare the guests. The guests this time have quite a lot of background!"
Yan Xiaoyu nodded, how big can it be? Is it as big as a princess like her?
She did not go through the front door, but let Aya carry her and fly up to Qiuyue's window sill, and then climbed into Qiuyue's room from the window sill. She got under the screen and listened to Qiuyue playing the guzheng, and the sweet sound sounded.
, Qiuyue looked at the guests opposite with a shy face.
Because the guest's back was turned to her, she couldn't see who the distinguished guest was, but she saw Qiuyue, and Qiuyue also saw her. Seeing her sticking out her tongue, Qiuyue's fingers froze in fright, and she played a wrong note. The distinguished guest obviously realized that Qiuyue
Yan Xiaoyu was so distracted that she turned to look behind her. It didn't matter. Yan Xiaoyu was so frightened that she almost jumped up.
The word "Father" was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it out. Yan Xiaoyu's beautiful face turned pale, her body was still stuck between the screen and the floor, her eyes widened, and she stared at the emperor who looked calm.
After all, the old emperor had gone through the storm and stroked his beard, "Xiaoyu, why are you here?"