Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 312 Give You a Home
At midnight, the capital city did not have as much rain as Shu, but a spring rain came unexpectedly tonight.

rustle----

Raindrops were falling, the sky was gloomy, a cold moon was hanging over the lake, and crimson silk hung from the top floor outside the pavilion. It should have been glittering under the dim light, but now it was silent in the night. A few yellow lights could be vaguely seen dimly embellishing the pavilion.

Compared with the bustle of last night, the difference now is like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

The ferry boat from the lake to the building was also detained on the shore due to Luo Chaoyan's ban. Many worldly guests at the dock held umbrellas and looked at the building vaguely visible in the rain, sighing with regret, fearing that the capital's largest brothel would be destroyed.

If this is the case, then what will the girls in the building do if they lose their livelihood? The madams don't care about so many reasons, they only care about making money.

As the saying goes, love starts with the clock and ends with the heart. They are not afraid of being lonely late at night, but they are afraid that the girls will be tortured because they don’t have the money they give them…Alas, Wei Minghou is also a man, and everyone can understand that he visits brothels, but you said you have already married the emperor, why do you still visit brothels? And his mother brought Miss Su with him.

It’s understandable that domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild ones. Just go for a stroll, at least you can be low-key... Alas, now the girls of Zeng Lengyue have suffered such a disaster, they must be hiding in their beds crying. Look, not even many lights are on.

Raindrops fell densely on the eaves and corners of the pavilion, making a rustling sound. However, if someone with great martial arts skills listened carefully outside the building, they would be able to vaguely hear happy voices and the melodious singing of a singer coming from inside.

"The spring breeze blows the willows, and they smile. Butterflies dance among the flowers and play with fireflies. Red lips sing a song, and jade fingers pluck the strings. The whole courtyard is intoxicated."

Zeng Lengyue's grand hall was brightly lit, but the doors and windows were locked and covered with dark screens, making it appear dim.

In the hall, there were beautiful girls, musicians playing music, dancers dancing. Their thin dresses fluttered in the air as they danced, making the whole scene so white that it was dazzling.

They sang and danced to their heart's content, and everyone had a smile on their face. It didn't matter that Zeng Lengyue was conferred a title by the court, and it didn't matter even if he went bankrupt. The most important thing was that their young master was back.

Ever since Zhao Wumian disappeared a few years ago, they have been unable to sleep well every night...

"Oh!" Zhao Wumian, the culprit who caused Zeng Lengyue to lose her business, was sitting in the stands, applauding them and saying "good singing, good dancing".

He was worried that Tong Congdao would cause trouble in the capital, so he had dinner with Luo Chaoyan and the empress dowager and then left the palace. Later, he remembered that Zeng Lengyue had been conferred a title and he had to take half the responsibility, so he came over to comfort them. However, he was pulled over to sing and dance as soon as he entered the room.

As soon as Zhao Wumian spoke, bursts of pleasant laughter suddenly rang out in the hall. A dancer flew forward, took his hand and led him down to dance together.

Zhao Wumian was okay at martial arts competitions, but he was not good at dancing. He had made a fool of himself in the past and was extremely embarrassed. However, the girls were so enthusiastic that they held Zhao Wumian's hands. They didn't dance in any particular way, but simply swayed left and right to the music.

From time to time, a girl couldn't contain her excitement and would go up to hug him, but would quickly let go because of shyness.

Just like a man of the world is also a man, a prostitute is also a girl, they can also be shy. The reason they are not shy about you is simply because you are not in their heart.

Shen Xiangge sat in the stands obediently, holding a wine glass in his bare hands, looking expressionlessly at Zhao Wumian who was in the flowers. Some cracks had already appeared on the wine glass.

Since they came to investigate Tong Congdao, she would naturally not be absent, so Zhao Wumian brought Zeng Lengyue along.

There are many people from all walks of life in brothels, making it a good place to find out news from the underworld. Most of the branches of Canghua Tower are also brothels, so naturally she would have heard of Zeng Lengyue's name.

Zeng Lengyue said it was a brothel, but it took the word "elegant" to the extreme. It was impossible to get the girls here by spending money. You could only spend some money to ask them to accompany you to have a drink and chat. As for whether you could have a one-night stand in the end, it all depended on the girl's intention.

When Zeng Lengyue announced this rule, many of her peers laughed at her and secretly cursed her for selling what she sold. Why did she set up such a pedestal for herself... She was already a prostitute, but she still had to set up so many rules? Is this funny? Aren't prostitutes paying money to come here just for that? But you let them only look but not touch. You will go bankrupt in a few days.

But contrary to everyone's expectations at the time, Zeng Lengyue not only did not go bankrupt, but also became more and more prosperous... Shen Xiangge didn't know what means Zhao Wumian used, probably because he valued the two psychological factors of "men like things that are hard for them to get" and "men like things that are hard for others to get".

The capital has never lacked dignitaries, especially in these two psychological aspects, otherwise there would be no luxury goods.

Zeng Lengyue is the "luxury" in the brothel. If you want to imitate Zeng Lengyue in other places, it is purely a case of "if you learn from me, you will live, if you imitate me, you will die"... Shen Xiangge knows this so well because she has tried it and lost a lot of money.

But thanks to this, although Zeng Lengyue said it was a brothel, most of the girls inside were prostitutes, most of them were virgins, and they were all dream lovers that were out of reach for men outside... Men should all like this, right?

Shen Xiangge didn't care that Zhao Wumian was visiting brothels now. He couldn't do anything under her nose anyway, and she had already squeezed him dry with her socks and hands. What made her angry was that Zhao Wumian was like a gentleman when he sat in front of the female disciples of Canghua Tower, but why did he start to spend his time in debauchery and women as soon as he met Zeng Lengyue?
The female disciples she brought with her were all virgins, and their looks, temperament and figure were impeccable.

Xiao Yuanmu changed into a sky-blue dress and walked over waving a round fan. The wide hem of her skirt covered her embroidered shoes. The yellow light flashed across her face as she walked. She came to sit beside Shen Xiangge, half of her face covered by the round fan, and looked at Zhao Wumian in the crowd, and asked in a low voice:
"When are you going to tell him?"

Xiao Yuanmu had already figured out that Lady Canghua and Shen Xiangge were the same person. It was not difficult to disguise themselves, but their martial arts were not so easy to conceal.

Shen Xiangge said unhappily, "I'm angry just seeing him like this. I don't want to tell him anything."

Xiao Yuanmu was slightly stunned. With the status and position of Lady Canghua, she should obviously consider interests, but now she speaks so emotionally... That's right, only people who care about something will have emotions, otherwise they can be as calm as water and as steady as a mountain.

Xiao Yuanmu realized that this enchantress's heart was probably already mostly immersed in Zhao Wumian, and a slightly amused expression immediately appeared on his face, "I've heard him mention many things about you."

"Hmm?" Shen Xiangge glanced at Xiao Yuanmu sideways. She looked indifferent, but her curiosity was aroused in her heart. She wanted to hear how her lover talked about her in front of his childhood sweetheart.

Xiao Yuanmu pointed at Zhao Wumian with his round fan, "He has a vested interest in your Canghua Tower and your 'Canghua Lady', so he is not tempted by her beauty. But it's different in our Taixuan Palace. Look, he looks so happy now, singing and dancing, and laughing with those girls. Why? It's nothing more than the word 'true love'. We don't have so many conspiracies, interests, and twists and turns here."

Shen Xiangge narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, suspecting that Xiao Yuanmu was using his status as the eldest wife to persuade her to tell Zhao Wumian everything as soon as possible, and to exchange sincerity for sincerity... Zhao Wumian had mentioned this when he first met her.

But Xiao Yuanmu's words were purely out of context. She and Zhao Wumian grew up together, but what about Shen Xiangge? If it wasn't for profit, why did he take the initiative to find Zhao Wumian?

In fact, Shen Xiangge now feels that Zhao Wumian's idea of ​​being honest with others is very naive. Jianghu is not a place where you can be sincere to others and they will also be sincere to you...but the person Zhao Wumian is being honest with is her, so it is impossible for Shen Xiangge to say that he has not felt a little bit of excitement in his heart for so long.

Shen Xiangge was silent for a few seconds, then glanced at Xiao Yuanmu and said calmly: "A little kid should act like a little kid, don't use that old lady's face to teach others how to do things."

Xiao Yuanmu sneered, "Even if I beat you up right now, Zhao Wumian wouldn't dare to say a word. Do you dare to use your full strength? If you do, everything will be exposed."

Shen Xiangge and Xiao Yuanmu are both considered two of the three most powerful women in the martial arts world. Although they cannot compare in real strength, if they really have to fight, she will not be afraid at all.

"Then you can give it a try. You can use this as an excuse to tell him everything... But at this distance, you will inevitably suffer." Shen Xiangge drank the wine in the glass. He seemed to be a little drunk. He tilted his head and looked at Xiao Yuanmu and said with a smile:
"If the demonic Xiao Yuanmu were to be spanked by me in front of so many disciples, I wonder how he would still have the dignity to be the Palace Master of Taixuan Palace."

As soon as these words were spoken, the harmonious atmosphere between the two women turned cold in an instant.

They are all top masters in the martial arts world, and they are also the three great witches. None of them would submit to the other, and now they are involved in fighting for a man. It is unrealistic to say that these two women can live in harmony.

However, given Shen Xiangge's personality, it seems that there is no sister who can get along well with her except Luo Chaoyan.

“Hey——” Zhao Wumian waved at the two girls and shouted with a smile: “Come down too!”

Xiao Yuanmu snorted coldly and ignored her. As the Palace Master of Taixuan Palace, she had to maintain her dignity. How could she possibly joke and play with her disciples?

Shen Xiangge stood up and waved at Zhao Wumian with a youthful spirit. The coldness on her face was gone. She just smiled and asked, "Go down and dance for you? You wish. Do you know why I was called the most beautiful woman in the capital?"

"I don't need to rely on anything else, beauty alone is enough--" There were a lot of people, the distance was quite far, and the music was loud, so Zhao Wumian had to shout.

"Slippery tongue." Shen Xiangge scolded him, and then couldn't help laughing. Her smile was very innocent. She put her small hand to her mouth to make a trumpet shape. "When I was fourteen, there was a banquet in the palace. I was invited to lead the dancers from the Jiaofang Bureau to dance a song. It was the best in the capital."

"You can dance for Emperor Jingzheng, but you can't dance for me?" Zhao Wumian started to get angry.

"Stupid." Seeing Zhao Wumian jealous, Shen Xiangge's smile became even brighter. "On Queen Chuyi's birthday that day, I danced for her in the harem. At that time, the old Emperor Jingzheng was still outside fighting the Rong people."

Zhao Wumian took a piece of watermelon from the fruit plate and took a bite. It was sweet and juicy. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Then Miss Shen, can you dance for me?"

Shen Xiangge blinked, glanced at the expressionless Xiao Yuanmu, and then smiled and said, "Of course, you can, but you have to sing a song for me first."

"Sing?" Zhao Wumian shook his head. "With my voice, singing would probably ruin the atmosphere. In the past, when my friends invited me to KTV, I would either sit there like a dead person or go to the Internet cafe."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Shen Xiangge shook his head, and then said in a greasy voice: "My Lord, you sing and I dance, isn't that good?"

"Come on then."

Shen Xiangge looked a little surprised, "You agreed so easily."

"Just sing." Zhao Wumian pointed around and grinned, "Have fun!"

Shen Xiangge originally just wanted to say some ambiguous words to Zhao Wumian to annoy Xiao Yuanmu, but since Zhao Wumian was so straightforward, she also flew down and stood in front of Zhao Wumian, with her hands behind her waist, looking straight at him, "What song can you sing? It won't be the Thirteen Touch in the brothel, right? If so, then this lady will not dance this dance."

Shen Xiangge stared at his face, so beautiful that Zhao Wumian wanted to hug her and kiss her right now. It also reminded him of Qing Yan... No, the order was wrong. It was Qing Yan who always reminded him of Shen Xiangge.

Zhao Wumian glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, and then sang: "Time keeps flowing through the past, the profound changes are not far away, and the deep love will not change even after ten thousand years..."

Zhao Wumian sang "This Life Will Never Change", the interlude of "The Legend of Sword and Fairy III". His singing was indeed not very nice, he was tone-deaf and few of the verses were on tune, but he didn't care.

So happy!
Sing and dance with your girlfriend! Even if the singing is bad or the dancing is bad, you won’t feel awkward.

Shen Xiangge saw that he was happy, so she also started to feel happy. Then, after hearing the lyrics, she thought that Zhao Wumian was expressing his feelings to her, so she became even happier.

She slowly raised her arms, and her sleeves gently slid down, revealing her snow-white forearms. It wasn't a big movement, but it was so pleasing to the eye.

"Love spreads like a raging fire, memory is a long line circling the horizon ~ in the ups and downs, I thought ~ the love was deep but the fate was shallow, you appeared again and I saw the oath..."

Shen Xiangge immediately realized something was wrong when she heard this. She grabbed Zhao Wumian's collar and asked with a fierce look on her face, "I dance for you, but you show your love to Xiao Yuanmu!?"

Who doesn't know from these lyrics that Zhao Wumian is saying that he still likes Xiao Yuanmu even though he has lost his memory?
Xiao Yuanmu was sitting in the stands, his round fan covering his entire face. One could only see his slender shoulders trembling constantly, and he was obviously smiling.

"Hey, stop hitting me... You must be overthinking about expressing your love to Xiao Yuanmu. Let's sing another song. Let's sing "The Legend of the Seven Heroes of Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit" this time."

Zhao Wumian then sang: "However you live, it's just one lifetime. No matter how you live, it won't be a hundred years. If you live, you have to live it to the fullest. If you live, you have to live it with vigor and vitality. Men have courage..."

Shen Xiangge rolled his eyes and then let go of Zhao Wumian. He looked at him with amusement for a few seconds, then spread his arms and started dancing.

Zhao Wumian's singing was not good, but the musicians were able to arrange music on the spot according to his tune, and the extremely pleasant accompaniment overshadowed his singing skills. After singing, Zhao Wumian had already sat cross-legged on the cushion, looking at Shen Xiangge in front of him, holding a piece of watermelon in his hand, taking a bite to moisten his throat, and then sang "Moonlight", the theme song of "Qin's Moon".

"The color of the moonlight, the fragrance of a woman, the tears that break the sword, how long the love lasts..."

Zhao Wumian sang enthusiastically, Shen Xiangge's dancing was also very moving, the girls around were all laughing, and his heart became happier. After singing for a while, he flew over and picked up Xiao Yuanmu who was sitting in the stands, and they landed on the stage to dance a duet together.

After singing "Moonlight", Zhao Wumian began to sing "Feng Zhong Qi Yuan", the ending song of "Xia Lan".

Xiao Yuanmu's pretty face was childish, peaceful and beautiful at the moment, and Zhao Wumian could put his forehead against hers when he moved closer.

It didn't matter what he sang, but he was no match for him in dancing a duet. He just picked up Xiao Yuanmu and spun around randomly. So after a few turns, Xiao Yuanmu knocked him down with a punch, laughing and scolding him, "If you spin again, I'll faint!"

Zhao Wumian was knocked down by a punch. He couldn't sing "Legend of the Wind" anymore. He groaned, "How many monsters have you just captured? How many more demons have you subdued?"

Shen Xiangge was unhappy when he saw Zhao Wumian pulling Xiao Yuanmu down, so he took advantage of this opportunity to lift up his collar and asked, "Who are you implying is the witch?"

Zhao Wumian said blankly: "This is the Taixuan Palace branch. If they are not angry, why are you, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, jumping out here?"

As soon as the words fell, the girls in the hall were stunned, and then they laughed heartily, their laughter was cheerful and pleasant.

Even Xiao Yuanmu covered his face with a round fan and laughed, but he couldn't help thinking that it would be great if Xiao Lingyun, Yi'er, Jiu'er and his master were here too.

But this is impossible, many of them are already dead, died a long time ago, died decades ago.

In April of the first year of Guichan, the branch of Taixuan Palace was sealed. This group of evil women were not sad at all. Instead, they sang and danced with the daughter of the prime minister and the court official Weiminghou, and laughed and played with them. If this matter were to be spread out, I am afraid that not many people would believe it.

History is rich, so rich that even things that are unbelievable to ordinary people have reasons for happening, but it is also thin, so thin that the love, hatred and vengeance over thousands of years can often be simply condensed into a sentence.

Xiao Lingyun, the last prince of Chen State, disappeared a few months before the fall of the previous dynasty and has not been heard from since. He has been separated from his wife and daughter since then... Perhaps this is the only sentence that Xiao Lingyun deserves to be remembered in history.

This is the case with Xiao Lingyun, but what about Zhao Wumian, Xiao Yuanmu and others a hundred years later?

Xiao Yuanmu looked towards Zhao Wumian.

Should I recover Chen Kingdom and leave my name in history, or fail in the rebellion and be infamous forever... or should I not care about leaving any trace in history, but strive for a stable and peaceful life?

Xiao Yuanmu suddenly felt a little confused, but then she quickly got rid of the confusion... She would never surrender to the court.

Zhao Wumian noticed her gaze and smiled at her.

Xiao Yuanmu put down his fan and smiled at him.

Su Qingqi was also with Zeng Lengyue, but she did not go down to play with Zhao Wumian and the others. Instead, she went to find Qingyan.

In a room on the third floor, there are tea tables, wardrobes, screens and other furniture on display. Only the light is on in front of the dressing table by the window. It is the only source of light and the lighting is a little dim.

The window was half open, the evening breeze drifted into the house along with the rain, and the lights flickered.

Compared with the hustle and bustle downstairs, it is extremely quiet here.

Qingyan was sitting in front of the dressing table, dressing herself up. She heard footsteps behind her and out of the corner of her eye she could see a new light gradually filling the dim room.

Su Qingqi walked into the house with a lantern in hand and lit a few more lamps. The house immediately became much brighter. Soon she saw a colorful dress made of very little fabric, neatly folded on the small table. There was even a white jade horn on the dress...

With Su Qingqi's keen eyesight, she could tell that there was no mark on the horn, and it was obviously never used. But now it was put out... There was no doubt that Qingyan would take it to Zhao Wumian's room to serve him when they went to bed later, to add some interest.

The other girls were just having fun, singing and dancing to their heart's content downstairs, but Qingyan had already taken this opportunity to prepare for the service she would be providing later upstairs.

Otherwise, why would people say that she was Zhao Wumian's bed-warmer?

Qingyan looked at herself in the bronze mirror. Her face was as cold and pure as an immortal, and her snow-white skin was faintly glowing under the dim light. She believed that no man in the world could resist such a face, but there was no expression on her face, as if she didn't care about anything.

It’s not that Qingyan is being rude to Su Qingqi, it’s just her nature.

She didn't turn around, and asked calmly, "Why are you here if you're not accompanying the young master? Do you want to bully me as the young lady?"

Su Qingqi put down the lantern, picked up a stool and sat behind her, shaking her head slightly, "I just want to hear about the young master's past. You can tell me about it. I have been curious about it for a long time, but he himself doesn't know."

A trace of doubt appeared in Qingyan's clear and empty eyes. She probably only had emotions about Zhao Wumian. "What do you want to know?"

"You can say whatever you want to say, as long as it's related to him." Su Qingqi smiled virtuously, like a lady from an aristocratic family.

Qing Yan was silent for a few seconds. As long as Su Qingqi didn't come to stop her from serving Zhao Wumian, she certainly wouldn't have nothing better to do than to get upset with her. So she recalled for a few seconds and simply said:

"Actually, there's not much to say. I was nine years old that year. My father was a gangster with the surname Bai. Later, he was found by his enemies. My father and mother died. I escaped alone and begged on the streets. I ended up in the capital and was captured by a brothel owner and brought up in a brothel."

Su Qingqi listened quietly without disturbing him.

"At that time, Taixuan Palace opened several businesses in the capital as branches, but they were all discovered and eradicated by old man Jingzheng. There was really no other way, so the young master came to the capital alone and developed a branch from scratch... I don't know why he opened a brothel, but he found the brothel I was staying in that day."

Qingyan's eyes flashed with reminiscence, and he gradually smiled: "It was a snowy day, the winter solstice, and I had celebrated my tenth birthday. The madam cooked a pot of dumplings, but only allowed my sister who received a guest today to eat. As for us little kids who were still being trained, it depended on our performance... We had to put eggs in the pot, and whoever crushed more could have a small bowl."

"My father is a man of the world. How could I possibly practice this to please a man? Who cares about dumplings? They weren't cooked by my mother... I was a troublemaker back then and was beaten every day. Later, the young master seemed to have heard the sound of me being beaten. He came with a pot of wine, a sword on his waist, and a white robe. He was bleeding. I don't know who he had just fought with, but he ran to the backyard drunkenly regardless of any obstruction."

Qing Yan smiled, "Then the young master took me away. It seemed like it was his first day in the capital. He didn't even have a place to stay and had spent all his money... When we were walking on the road looking for work, he suddenly remembered something and took out a dumpling wrapped in oil paper from his sleeve and handed it to me, saying that he had just picked it up from the brothel."

"Since my parents died, nothing good has happened to me. Although he brought me out of the brothel, I didn't trust him. I always felt that he had some plans for me, like liking young girls... So I didn't eat the dumplings. Now that I think about it, I should have eaten them."

Su Qingqi looked at him strangely. Thinking of the interaction between him and Xiao Yuanmu, she felt that maybe the young master really liked young girls...

Qing Yan continued, "But I misunderstood him. He had nothing but martial arts skills at the time. He took me with him as a bodyguard or escort. He tried every way to make money, but he never let me go hungry or did anything to me. However, he never went to the Detective Department to claim the reward. He probably felt that it was inappropriate for him."

"Just when I thought he really had nothing to ask of me, he actually spent all his earnings in brothels right in front of me... He wasn't looking for pleasure, but buying girls."

"It was then that I realized that he had spent all his money here... It turned out that he also wanted to open a brothel."

"I asked him, why do you open a brothel?"

"He said he wanted to give the lonely and helpless woman a home."

Su Qingqi chuckled.

Qingyan also smiled, "I asked again, why did you choose me, is it because I am beautiful? Or are you friends with my father?"

"He said, it's not that, it's because you are pitiful."

"I started to get angry because the young master's kindness and compassion do not belong to me alone."

"So I asked, if you want to open a brothel, why do you choose young girls like us? Why not just buy the courtesans?"

"He said, I just lied to you. I opened a brothel not to give a home to helpless women, but because if I opened a brothel, no one would force you to sell your bodies. You can live better than all the women in the brothel here. You are free."

"I was stunned for a long time, saying, isn't this the same meaning?"

"He smiled and didn't answer. Instead, he pinched a ball of snow and rubbed it on my face, saying, 'Little kid, don't ask so many questions. I was just pretending to be cool.'"

Su Qingqi smiled again. This was indeed what Zhao Wumian would say.

Qingyan also laughed, "There are many more. When I was twelve years old, Young Master..."

As he was speaking, Qingyan suddenly saw a dark shadow walking on the water, covered in blood, coming from behind the half-open window in front of the door.

She was slightly stunned, said nothing more, and gave Su Qingqi a look.

Su Qingqi took a look at the figure and hurried downstairs to inform Zhao Wumian.

Don't let anyone know that he's here, otherwise the emperor will be angry again.

Qingyan was looking at the figure from a high place, and when he got closer, he realized that it was a middle-aged man with a goatee who looked quite sage... He didn't know him.

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