Chapter 43: Censor Zhang Yiqi's entry into Hong Kong
Chapter 43: Censor Zhang Yiqi’s entry into Hong Kong
After understanding this, Zhang Yiqi was so heartbroken that he gave up the idea of climbing up in the officialdom and focused on worldly enjoyment. He forced himself to marry several concubines despite his fierce wife at home. After a period of time,
Then he would go to the famous brothel in Chang'an City to hang out.
It’s just that he still needs the support of money and official position to live in a romantic and romantic life. Zhang Yiqi doesn’t want to be caught with the slightest clue - the censor’s prostitution can be big or small, but if this kind of thing happens to him, the emperor in the palace must have
His Majesty will definitely demote himself to the mortal world without mercy, and then step on his feet. For this reason, the Royal Censor is always extra cautious every time he leaves the house to have fun, just like a thief.
It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Yiqi is definitely the person who Chang'an officials are most careful about when entering and exiting brothels, and he is also the person who is most difficult to trace. It is for this reason that Zhuoer has never been able to find his whereabouts, and Ning Que also
It took several days and the last few dozen taels of silver to do this.
A carriage stopped outside the side door of Hongxiuzhao. Censor Zhang Yiqi, who was disguised as an ordinary rich man, got out of the car and walked into the door. He waved behind him. Several accompanying guards were already familiar with him and went to find a restaurant in the alley to wait.
After Zhang Yiqi entered the door, he signaled the boy who was leading the way to leave, and walked along a stone path shaded by green bamboos on the courtyard wall to a courtyard by the stream. After entering here, the iron-shouldered censor officially transformed into an old prostitute, with a worried look on his face.
The concern for the people finally disappeared, replaced by a rare sense of comfort.
He has long been familiar with it, so naturally he does not need anyone to guide him. He is also afraid of being seen. Behind the Hongxiu Zhaolou are all independent courtyards, which are extremely private. Moreover, he will make an appointment every time before coming, so there is no risk of a car crash.
Embarrassing thing.
As for safety, he won't worry about it. The public security in Chang'an City has always been excellent. Except for those reckless men who cut their sleeves and hands to play duels, there are very few murders in the three cities in the north, south, and west. As for the red sleeves, no one dares to attack this building.
Come and cause trouble.
Everyone knows that the owner of this building has a background in the Chang'an Mansion, and the background of the Jian family is the queen who is standing on the top of the mountain looking at the world. Although the fourth princess has returned from the grassland, who else dares to mess with the Jian family except her?
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This Jian family is really amazing. She was forcibly taken from the Southern Jin Dynasty by the late emperor, and she just established the reputation of Hong Xiu Zhao as the best singing and dancing company in the world. Over the years, she has single-handedly taught countless oirans and won the world's popularity.
Most of the scene was glorious, but what impressed Zhang Yiqi the most was that such a bustard-like character could actually enter and leave the palace without any hindrance. There were even rumors that in private, the queen and she were actually sisters!
Walking on the rocks, Zhang Yiqi looked at the small courtyard getting closer and closer, thinking about the legend of the Jian family in his mind, secretly thinking that if someone could get the favor and appreciation of the woman, everything would be smooth sailing in the officialdom. In fact,
If he hadn't really lost face, he might have pounced on him long ago.
Lord Yushi didn't know that just a few days ago, a young man who had just arrived in Chang'an had somehow caught the attention of everyone in Jian's family. Although there was no favor and appreciation at the moment, they finally had a chance to meet each other. He never expected it.
Surprisingly, the young man was half-leaning on a railing on the third floor, looking at his back with a half-smile.
The whole thing was roughly planned so that it would not hinder Miss Shui Zhuer. However, in order to be safer, Ning Que went to Hongxiuzhao this afternoon instead of hanging around the small courtyard where Shui Zhuer was as he had done a few days ago.
Instead, he went directly to the main building to talk to his maid Xiaocao, which made Xiaocao very surprised and laughed with a hint of shy joy that he was in the wrong place.
The moment Zhang Yiqi walked in from the side door, Ning Que spotted him. He had followed the censor up and down for several days and could not remember his back. He leaned against the railing and smiled as he watched the back disappear.
Zhuzhong didn't take any action. In order not to involve Shuizhu'er, he didn't even go to the yard today, so naturally he couldn't choose to do it in that yard.
"Let you, an old man, enjoy your beauty for the last time."
Ning Que looked at the target's back and suddenly remembered what Shui Zhu'er said that night. Thinking of the dirty appearance of the old censor later, he couldn't help but shudder and silently muttered: "This can be considered the last time for you.
A chance to serve a girl?”
The maidservant Xiaocao had a lot to do to serve Jian and everyone. She took the candied fruit box handed over by Ning Que and left with a sweet smile. Ning Que smiled and still stood by the railing to watch the sunset, watch Youzhu and watch the white fucking wall. (
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Calculating that time was almost up, he found the back stairs by familiar means, walked around to the side door through the shadow of the building, saw the marked carriage, walked over casually, and pressed his palm somewhere on the shaft of the carriage.
The horse in front of the carriage looked back at him in confusion and snorted. Ning Que had lived in Weicheng for many years and often plundered in depth on the grasslands. He was best at dealing with horses and sheep. He casually slapped the horse on the butt.
The doubtful horse suddenly became obedient and kicked its hooves lightly on the ground comfortably.
A guard at the side alley restaurant glanced over there subconsciously and found that no one was there, so he continued to lower his head to deal with the few food left on the plate.
There are wooden buckets for bathing in every yard, but every time after Zhang Yiqi finishes, due to some obscure inferiority complex in his heart, he always goes to the steam room next to the side door. A back rub will make him feel that he can regain some strength.
The separate room also made him feel safe, and it was even more convenient to get on the carriage when he went out.
It was the same today. The Royal Censor washed his body casually, and wearing only a pair of silk trousers, he lay down on the short bed wrapped in cotton cloth, waiting for the usual back-rubbing woman to come over.
When you rub your back, you need to use refined salt, milk, and wood oil. You have to prepare some time. He has already been mentally prepared, but while waiting, he can't help but start to recall the fragrant scenes in the small courtyard, thinking about Shuizhu'er.
After regaining his skin, he began to feel warm all over again, but there was a bit of resentment on his face.
Today, Miss Shuizhu'er once again rejected his request to serve him alone. Zhang Yiqi was in a very bad mood and said in a low voice: "Isn't she just a stinky bitch who rides with thousands of people? Why are you so proud? I'm in charge of you."
It's really unkind for you to push back after spending so much money on me."
"You think my official position is too small? Women just don't know how to handle it. If I am a sixth-grade censor, I will be replaced by a fourth-grade official in the various ministries. No! I am a third-grade official!"
At this moment, the door creaked open.
Footsteps sounded slightly, walking towards the bed.
Zhang Yiqi stopped cursing, closed his eyes and waited to enjoy it. When the slightly hot towel was applied to his back, he couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
But soon he could no longer moan.
Because another hot towel was stuffed directly into his mouth, and then his hands and feet felt tight and painful, and he was tied tightly to the short bed.