After being struck by lightning and being in the world of women

Only by strengthening the relationship between relatives can power be consolidated.

But there is no suitable candidate.

Bai Songji thought about it, but couldn't find a suitable one, so he decided not to think about it anymore.

"Your Highness, are you going to the Lan Yan Pavilion?"

Now, it's time to go off duty.

Bai Songji was ready to make a move.

Xiao Zihu was ready to make a move.

As for the prefect Mu Haoxue, well, I kind of want to go, too.

Since ancient times, heroic women have been romantic.

They don't think there's anything wrong with them.

Zhong Ruhuang couldn't help but smile when she saw this.

"Let's go."

It just so happened that she was tired of the delicacies at home and wanted to change the taste.

If that courtesan Ye Liu'er is good-looking, it's not impossible to have a night of fun with her.

So, after leaving the yamen, Zhong Ruhuang took the lead and went to Lan Yan Pavilion in a carriage.

It's snowing heavily now.

They didn't ride horses, they all went there in carriages.

Lanyan Hall was originally a poorly managed Chu Hall. It was taken over by someone a few months ago, renovated and renamed, and then reopened.

The four-story facade has countless pavilions and terraces behind it, and is elegantly decorated.

Zhong Ruhuang, wearing a silver-white dress with dark cloud patterns, entered the Lanyan Pavilion first.

Almost everyone in Chaotianguan knows her face.

Uncle Zhao, the madam of Lanyan House, was dressed in a red robe, with his face painted with rouge and powder. He twisted his fat body, holding a red handkerchief in his hand, with a smile on his face.

"I am honored to meet His Majesty the King of Wu. It is a great honor for us to have you come to Lanyan Pavilion. Please come in."

Without even asking Zhong Ruhuang to say anything, he personally led the way to the private room on the fourth floor.

Given Zhong Ruhuang's status, the private room on the fourth floor was reserved specifically for her.

Mu Haoxue and the others followed Zhong Ruhuang and, with her help, went up to the fourth floor.

"Your Highness, King Wu, please take a seat."

Zhong Ruhuang sat down, and the others sat down too.

Without Zhong Ruhuang saying anything, Xiao Zihu said, "Madam, bring us your best wine and best courtesan."

As he spoke, he took out a silver note worth one thousand taels and handed it over.

When Uncle Zhao saw the banknote, his eyes lit up and he took it.

"Okay, okay, I'll go get someone to prepare it right away. Wait a moment."

Saying that, he was about to go out.

"Let the courtesan Ye Liu'er come and serve you."

These words were said by Xiao Zigu.

"no problem."

Uncle Zhao is obsessed with money and doesn't care whether Ye Liu'er is selling her art instead of her body.

His Highness the King of Wu is of noble status. It is Ye Liuer's blessing to be favored by His Highness the King of Wu.

If His Highness gets tired of Ye Liu'er in the future, he can still use the fact that she was His Highness King Wu's ex-lover to attract a lot of people and make some money.

After all, there are many people in this world who like to hunt for novelty.

Uncle Zhao's mind was busy calculating.

After a while, tea came up, along with a lot of exquisitely crafted snacks.

Fan Yu stood outside the private room diligently and conscientiously.

Guarding with her were the guards brought by Mu Haoxue and the others.

In an exquisite attic behind the Lanyan Pavilion, a handsome man in white with fair complexion looked at Uncle Zhao pitifully.

"Dad Zhao, you know I only sell my art, not my body."

Father Zhao was no longer smiling as he did when he was welcoming guests. Instead, he was looking at Ye Liuer with a cold brow.

"You bastard, don't forget that I saved your life, you should be grateful. If it weren't for me, you would have drowned in the water long ago, and there would be no good life today.

After being praised for a few days, you don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is, right? Do you really think you are the most popular courtesan? Without me, you are nothing.

I just asked you to serve His Majesty King Wu, but you're so desperate. Do you really think you're a chaste man? Don't you even know where you are?

This is the Blue Friend House, not some charity hall, so just go when I tell you to."

As he said this, he twisted Ye Liuer's perky butt hard.

Ye Liu'er cried out in pain, looking even more pitiful.

"Why are you pretending to be pitiful? I am not a lady who is kind and gentle to women. I will not cherish you."

Uncle Zhao pinched her again and pushed Ye Liuer.

"Hurry up, pack up, pick up your zither, and go serve His Majesty the King of Wu. Otherwise... I will throw you into the dark building."

The so-called black buildings are the lowest kind of brothels, and the prostitutes there are also the lowest kind, serving peddlers and hawkers who can be had for a few cents.

Ye Liuer's face turned pale and she dared not argue anymore. She held her zither and followed Uncle Zhao to the private room where Zhong Ruhuang and the others were staying.

Fan Yu was guarding the door of the private room.

Uncle Zhao waved his handkerchief, bringing up a gust of fragrant wind, and the white powder on his face was wiped off as he smiled obsequiously.

"Sir, this is Ye Liu'er, the best courtesan in my Lanyan Pavilion."

Fan Yu glanced at Ye Liuer who was wearing a veil, and pushed open the door of the private room with his own hands.

"go in."

Uncle Zhao took Ye Liuer in.

In the private room, Zhong Ruhuang and the others were drinking.

There were two male dancers sitting next to each person, both of whom were innocent.

"Your Highness, King Wu, he is the most beautiful lady in the world, Ye Liu'er."

Uncle Zhao said respectfully.

There were also two male dancers sitting next to Zhong Ruhuang, serving her drinks.

Zhong Ruhuang raised her eyes and looked at Ye Liuer.

She was wearing a luxurious white dress with large lotus flowers embroidered on it.

?

Want to be pretty and wear mourning clothes?

This outfit looks a little familiar.

"The veil is taken off."

Ye Liuer lowered her head, looking honest and obedient.

Uncle Zhao raised his hand and took off his veil, then walked away with a smile.

"look up."

Zhong Ruhuang's voice was cold.

Ye Liuer raised her head, revealing a pitiful, white lotus face.

Male White Lotus.

Zhong Ruhuang narrowed her eyes. This outfit looked familiar.

She recalled what happened when she came to Chaotian Pass last year.

"What kind of songs do you play?"

"The enemy can play the music of small bridges and flowing water, beautiful flowers and full moon, and the intoxicating garden."

Zhong Ruhuang raised an eyebrow: "Then play Luyuanzui."

Luyuanzui tells the story of a boy from a wealthy family and a poor scholar. In order to be with his sweetheart, they get drunk and meet in the middle of the night, pour out their hearts to each other, use the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed, and make love with each other. However, they are discovered, and the boy is eventually drowned in a pond, while his sweetheart runs away.

It's an extremely sad and mournful song.

In a world where women are superior to men, for a woman who encounters such a thing, it is just a romantic affair, but for a man it is devastating and he will be drowned.

Mu Haoxue and the others were very observant. As soon as they saw Zhong Ruhuang's attitude, they knew that His Highness was interested in Ye Liuer.

They hugged the dancers in their arms, left the private room, and went to another private room to drink and have fun.

The two male dancers who served Zhong Ruhuang drinks also left.

They were of ordinary looks, at most delicate, and Zhong Ruhuang looked down on them.

Ye Liuer sat down holding the zither, and began to play the strings with a pair of white fingers.

The plaintive and weeping piano music rang out mournfully, as if returning to that midnight when the drunken man threw himself into the arms of his beloved and kissed her...